waiting for the right jacket to ship in and for my boots

i’m re-watching season one and honestly. the fact that keith had no clue shiro was in that crashed space ship makes everything about the fact that he ends up rescuing shiro from evil garrison scientists so frickin funny, lmao. i can’t believe this dude, lance is so right. keith doesn’t even have to try half the time to be successful. like, the boy’s only guardian goes to pluto and never comes back, so keith acts out in anger and gets his ass expelled from the garrison. then he just starts living alone in the middle of the goddamn desert, where he discovers some ancient prophecy about some alien something-or-other crash landing in said desert. and he’s like “seems legit" and so he sets up some explosives (which he got from ??? who knows where) and waits for the prophesied alien ship to crash land. then he blows up the explosives he set to distract the garrison guards, gets on a (most likely stolen from the garrison) hoverbike wearing a cropped red and white jacket, black jeggings, go-go boots, and a bandana to cover the bottom of his face, strolls into the garrison’s lab and knocks out everyone on sight with his bare fists. JUST out of curiosity to see what was in that alien ship. and it’s only after aaall of that that he looks at what they found, sees it’s shiro, and is like “oh word? been looking for this guy” i’m. i just.

You’ll Be Mine - Yondu x Reader

Ok, so of course I wrote this right after coming home from see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 last night. It’s the first fic I’ve posted online and it’s in first person and I know the formatting and grammar isn’t perfect but please bare with me… I hope you guys like it.

Warning - smut

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Never Trust a Guy With a Metal Arm

Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nope i don’t think

A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif


“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”

Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.

The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.

You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.

 The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.

“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.

“How thoughtful of you.“

“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.

“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.

“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“

The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.

You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.

Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.

The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.

“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.

“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.

“Holy shi-“

“Is this?” Rocket asked.

“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.

“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.

The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.

Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”

“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”

“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.

“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.

Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.

“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.

A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.

“Easy now.” You whispered.

Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.

Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.

“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.

You frowned. “Fair enough.”

“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.

Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”

“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“

“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”

“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.

“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”




And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.

It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.

You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.

“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.

“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”

“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.

Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”

“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”

“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.

“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.

You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.

You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.

“What was that for?” You frowned.

“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.

“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.

“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.

Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”

“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.

“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.

“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”

“That so?”

“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”

“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.

You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.

“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.

You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”

“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.

“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“

“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”

Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.

He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.

“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”

“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.

“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”

“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”

“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.

“Will do.”

You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.

“What?” You asked, meeting rocket’s eyes.

“Never trust a guy with a metal arm.”

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
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She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her
Fingers

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”

Numbers (1/1)

Rating: M

Summary: Emma can’t help but wonder where she ranks. Killian reveals.

Warnings: Mentions of bigotry. 

It’s not like she’s kept track, per se.

Emma Swan has never cared about black books or numbers: for herself or her partners. After her first (and rather disastrous) relationship, men had been a one-and-done sort of deal. No sordid swapping of past tales. No coffee and eggs in the morning. And definitely no numbers (she had donated a fair amount to the Save Haiti Hotline when one guy was persistent about her digits.)

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Girly (Yondu x Reader)

I had never thought of writing a Yondu fanfic until I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw some fanfics. Why did I stumble across these?!?! Not that I’m entirely complaining! ;p

Hope you all enjoy! ;p

Synopsis: You’re found by Yondu’s crew and taken in because he believes you can be of use to him. Maybe in more ways than one … 

Warnings: Some swearing, very mild sexual stuff, some death.

Word count: 7k

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Not Like This (Part 5)

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Part 1: 
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Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 6,486
Rating: Teen+
Tag List: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @littlecarowrites @lurkch @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens  @alwaysinnarnia @mccoymostly @dolamrothianlady @stormsnevercometostay @bkwrm523  

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Author’s Note:  This is the final planned part.  I’m not going to say there will  never be another part, because I have fallen in love with a couple of the OCs in here, but I definitely have no other parts planned. With that being said… I hope you guys enjoy this last part.  Its been an emotional journey, this one. 😊 ❤

               When you wake up the next morning, you’re almost immediately overwhelmed with happiness. You get to leave the hospital today, and finally start getting your life back on track.  You’re tired of lying in a hospital bed and while you know it’s going to be a painful recovery, both emotionally and physically, you just want to get back to the way things used to be.  A nurse comes to check your vitals and get you to sign a form confirming your discharge, and then Leonard helps you get dressed into a new pair of cadet uniform pants and a new Starfleet issue t-shirt, forgoing the cadet jacket for now, because your arm and ribs are still very tender and he doesn’t want to irritate your injuries.

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Acquainted with the Night (4/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Violence, language

Words: ~6800

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: As ever, my love and gratitude to @ripplestitchskein​ and @unfolded73​ for their help with this story.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld​ for the gorgeous banner.  

Tagging by request: @natascha-remi-ronin​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @maryvmassakre​, @katealexandra26​, @superchocovian​, @vanyali07​, @imhookedonaswan​, @captain–kitten​, @dreadpirateemma​, @like-waves-on-the-beach

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Chapter Three

The ambient noise was quick to rush back in.

The worst of it was, Emma could hear August and Jo retreating to the ship.  Dry branches cracked under their feet.  The ground sloped down towards the sea, and as they went, heavy soil became wet sand, and she listened to their footsteps rasp while she and Killian crept along the tree line.  When she lost the sound of her friends, she listened harder, and the gentle chirp of insects grew shrill and unbearable.  The power of the darkness sloshed in her chest, and she felt as though her ears must have been bleeding.  The horses carrying the guards towards her ship were agitated.  They huffed and stamped.  The wind screamed through the trees.  With every gust, the branches whined.

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Ride With Me (Part 6)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.4

WARNINGS: swearing, angst and a little bit of fluff

*Bucky learns more of (Y/N)’s brother and an unforeseeable act causes everything to change.  

Part 6 is here people get excited and hold onto your butts! It’s all about to happen !!!!!

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GIFS NOT MINE 

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The grey clouds covering the sky were almost representative of your mood. You sat on your armchair looking out of the window; you spent almost half your morning assuring Wanda that you would be fine on your own. The girl was worried about you that was obvious, you had to physically force her out the door when she offered that her mobile would be on and available to you if you needed anything. Your eyes flicked towards your chest of draws, flashes of the night before burned in your mind. Groaning you rubbed your temples, trying to will the headache away. But the soft thumping on your apartment door forced you to leave the security of your room. Pulling the door open you were wet with sheepish and concerned face of Bucky.

“Hey” he greeted.

“Hi” you folded your arms across your chest, making no move to invite him in.

“How are you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ok, yeah stupid question I know. Can I come in?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder.

“No”

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Calm

When word of the second Death Star reaches the Alliance, Jyn has a somewhat violent reaction and Cassian does what he can to bring her back from her anger.


When Jyn was stirred from her sleep by the sound of her door opening, she reached for the vibroknife beneath her pillow. It wasn’t until she sat up and oriented herself that she recognize figure shrouded in darkness.

“Sorry,” Cassian said softly, regret in his voice.

Jyn thought that it was because he tried to be quiet and not wake her until he crossed the room to her and sat down. He’d been on a mission for eight days, deep cover on an Imperial-occupied planet. She reached for him without hesitation, stroking his cheek and tangling her fingers in his hair.

“I’m a light sleeper,” she told him, as if he didn’t know.

Cassian simply nodded, glancing away from her. She recognize the look on his face. He looked tired, and not just physically. Like it was emotionally taxing not to tell her whatever was on his mind.

“What is it?” Jyn asked, dread settling in her chest.

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Need You- Cassian Andor

Originally posted by marythenurse


Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Rating: A little bit of violence, not too much. Our OC gets into a scuffle but comes out of it alright.

A/N: More Cassian. Enjoy! Will post a list of what’s coming up soon (Percival Graves, Jim Kirk, etc)

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I slipped quietly through the streets, keeping my head down and shoulder close to the wall. The crowd jostled around me, nobody paying much attention to anyone else. There was only one thought on my mind: getting back to the ship. Dinah’s sharp words echoed in my ears, her grip tight on my bicep as she pushed me in the opposite direction.

Split up. Better one of us runs into trouble than two.

My blaster felt heavy against my hip, hidden underneath my long, weather worn jacket. Maybe if we had been leaving with something useful, there would have been a little bit of lightness in my step. Instead, I couldn’t help but feel as we’d just been wasting our time. Another dead end and another step back from discovering what the Empire was up to.

“Stop!”

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En Garde

Another deleted scene style fic, around the time of 6x09. Emma hasn’t told her family about her visions yet, and decides that fencing lessons from Killian might improve her chances of defeating Gideon.  I’ve written Killian teaching Emma to fence before, fluffily, but it seemed a good time to update the headcanon with the added angst of those visions!  

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There was no time for a moving day; not when every day brought a new disaster, a new story no one was sure if they wanted to see the end of. A single chest of Killian’s belongings moved in the first day, set carefully next to a box in her closet, waiting for a quiet moment to be shared. His jackets mingled with hers in the closet, his boots sat neatly underneath the hung leathers and books and papers were gradually filling the empty spaces of their house. Sometimes Killian mentioned something that he would need to get from his ship and within a couple hours it would appear on the kitchen table. He suspected she was testing her magic on his belongings when he was not looking, but it saved him a trip and hopefully calmed her frayed nerves, so he simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek and filed another hole in a still too empty home.

Two battered sticks joined her boots next to the door, growing more banged up each day as Killian and Henry sparred in the front yard in their spare moments. It warmed her heart to see them spending time together, but from time to time the sight filled her with sudden dread as wooden practice swords were replaced in her mind by sharp steel and unresponsive magic. She fought for her life without a sound, clasping her hand tight to hide her battle from her family no more than a few paces away.

Henry hugged her tight when her eyes were distant and Killian pressed her shaking hand to his lips with questioning eyes. She caught them glancing at each other sometimes, when she told them again that she was fine. They had finally stopped asking with their lips, perhaps hoping she would tell them eventually on her own, but their eyes ever begged her for an explanation that was not forthcoming. She refused to give voice to the whole story, refused to interrupt the happy illusion she had built for herself.

The stick flew from Henry’s hand once more and Killian laughed, leaning his own against the steps. “You’re doing better, lad. But I’ve the reach of my arm and a couple hundred years training head start.”

“Aren’t you supposed to let me win sometimes?” Henry grumbled halfheartedly, diving to retrieve his ‘weapon.’

“Never!” Killian insisted. “One of these days you will disarm me. And you will know for certain that it will not be because I let you do so. Now off with you, lad, your mother will end me if you’re late for school again.” Henry tossed his stick to Killian who caught it as the boy bolted for the bus, grumbling about how between two magical moms, shouldn’t he just appear at school?

Killian laughed and gave Henry’s pole a practice swing or two as he turned back towards the house, to his surprise he was met with the sudden appearance of a pole aiming for his head. He ducked by impulse, his arm moving before he’d the chance to identify the person on the other end of the attack. Emma grinned at him, blocking his swing with the stick he’d put down a moment ago.

“My turn, pirate. Someone ought to bring you down a peg or two!”

Killian smirked, breaking away and moving to circle her. “You think so? You may have the advantage with firearms and fireworks but swordplay… Swordplay is my strength, love.”

“You underestimated me the last time we dueled. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

“I did. But that is not why you won.”

“Why did I win, then?” Emma retorted. She grew tired of waiting for Killian to make the first move and dove forward, seeking an opening that was gone as soon as she moved. Suddenly she was on the defense, pressed backwards step by step until her boot smacked against the bottom of their steps. She wavered for a moment and then fell backwards, only saved from a bruised backside by Killian’s hook, which had suddenly slipped through her belt loop and tugged her upright again.

“You won because I did not wish to see you die on that lakebed, my dear.”

“Okay… maybe I could use a few pointers,” she admitted.

“Why the sudden interest in fencing, love?”

“It couldn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”

“And you think a few tricks with a blade will make you better prepared?” He reached for her hand, which had begun to tremble.

His eyes were questioning her again and she forced a smile. “I mean why not? Things are crazy, and it doesn’t look like they’re gonna let up anytime soon And it’s an excuse to spend some time together, just the two of us. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Of course, Emma. Perhaps once all this madness with the untold stories is ov- ”

“Not after. Now.”

“Now?” Her eyes were blazing with determination and he tilted his head to one side, studying her intently,

“Right now!” She held out her hand to him and he took it without question. Their house vanished and the smell of salt brought a smile to his lips. When his vision cleared they were on the deck of the Jolly Roger.

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Requested Anonymously

This was just meant to be a sweet little piece of fluff and it turned into a GREAT BIG CHUNK OF FLUFF because I couldn’t help myself. Also, all quotes from The Princess Bride are written by William Goldman and do thusly belong to him.


The Doctor was angry. Very angry. Not at you, but just at… the situation. You were sick, you see. If you had developed cancer, he would have been able to cure you. If you had contracted some rare tropical disease, he would have had that covered, too. Broken bones, muscle damage, third-degree burns, paper cut? He would have had everything under control in no time at all. You wouldn’t even have had time to realize that you were in pain. But you didn’t have any of those things.

You had the flu. A silly strain of simple, stupid, human flu. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

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You bring me home (Part 5)-Newt Series

A/N: Here we are, my loves. I loved writing this, seriously. I live for war romances. ❤️

For those wanting to catch up go: Here

~War series~


Weeks had gone by since Newt arrived at the medic center, and everyday that flew by just brought you both closer together. He had slowly opened up, speaking of his family, his school days, and his interest in creatures. Though, when you pressed him for more details about them he seemed to leave out quite a bit. You couldn’t understand why, of all things to hide, animal knowledge seemed quite tame. But, you stopped bugging him about it, and instead enjoyed the conversations you both had during your breaks.


“Dear god, I’ve gone and trapped myself again, haven’t I?”


The soldier chuckled at your words, looking over the board at you as he debated his next move. You both knew he was going to win, as he always did, but you’d like to think you’ve gotten better at it. Playing chess with him was something that made the times easier, and it was a good distraction for the both of you.

“Well…”

Newt reached over, grabbing his piece and slowly drawing it forward, his fingers slipping over your own as he stopped on your side of the board. At his soft touch you looked up, meeting his beautiful green eyes as he stared at you. It felt like forever, just the two of you glancing at each other, as if the conversation was still going on in your head’s. But, as time ticked by he finally smiled, letting his fingers purposely slide against yours in a slow manner before he knocked your chess piece down.

“Checkmate.”


You laughed joyfully at his victorious smile, and you clapped your hands together as you admitted defeat.

“I do believe I’ve lost every match, Mr. Scamander.”

“There’s always next time, Y/N.”

He settled back into his seat, clearly enjoying your company. He had grown accustomed to your presence every day, and whenever you were absent he found himself completely lost on what to do. It was frightening at times for him, because out there in the trenches, there wasn’t much time to worry about anything but staying alive. And now…now he found himself aching for the company of his nurse, and when you weren’t around he laid in bed, trying not to lose his mind.

“Oh, it’s time to prepare meals. I’ll be a moment.”

You glanced up at the clock, panic setting in when you realized you were behind your schedule. Time always went by fast when in Newt’s company, but neglecting your duties to the other soldiers wasn’t acceptable.

“Oh…”

Newt reached for your hand, grabbing it gently as he looked up at you. He wasn’t even sure why he did that, but his mind told him to stop you, to try and keep you near because it was a rare comfort for him.

He didn’t say anything else, but you could tell by the look in his eyes what he wanted. You smiled, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting it go and apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I promise.”

The soldier just released you, watching you go down the hall, his heart already beginning to ache from the loneliness.

“Merlin’s beard…”

He rubbed his face, trying to regain whatever dignity he felt he lost just then. Yet, he couldn’t deny what he felt, seeing you leave was something that set many alarms off in his head, and he wanted to jump out of his chair and go after you. But, he resigned himself to writing instead, hoping somehow this would quell the ache inside.

***

“Alright, soldier, I have your lun-”

You stopped just at his bed, frowning when you saw him hunched over his desk, quill moving quickly across the parchment. He took one glance at you, then hid the letter under a book, smiling to try and defuse the situation.

“You’re back.”

With a disappointed look, you set his tray down on the edge of the bed, taking a seat next to it as you stirred his soup.

“Mr. Scamander, we’ve know one another for a long time now, you don’t need to hide such things from me.”

The corner of his lips turned up into a grin, and he played with the end of his quill as he spoke truthfully to you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“And what do I think?”

You knew though, what he meant. That somehow he started writing to that girl, Leta, again. It had been a good while since you saw him pen that name, and you had just assumed perhaps that woman had left him. That she grew tired of waiting back home for a man who wouldn’t likely come back anytime soon. And yet, the same conclusion always came back. How could anyone be foolish enough to leave a man like Newt? He was entirely too perfect for words sometimes, and he held a kindness in his eyes you hadn’t seen in any man for quite some time.

Newt leaned forward in his chair, placing a hand over your thigh as he traced the patterns on your dress.

“This isn’t a nurses outfit.”

“My other one was covered in-….well, this was the only thing I could find.”

Newt trailed his eyes along your clothing, taking in all the details. He wanted to etch a perfect picture in his mind of you, something to keep him sane during the lonely nights he was likely to experience once again.

“Mr. Scamander-”

“Newt.”

You smiled weakly at him, letting go of the spoon and cupping his cheek instead. “Don’t change the subject.”

He chuckled, sinking back into his chair as he ran a hand through his clean cut hair.

“As I said, it’s not what you think.”

“Then why are you hiding it?”

Before he could respond, the hospital director came rushing down the hall, waving you over in a panic.

“Y/N! New injured, come on!”

She ran back down the other way, her hair a mess, and clothing completely drenched in sweat and blood. Your heart began to race, and you rose without a second thought, leaving Newt once again.

****

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then you have your orders, Scamander. I suggest you ready yourself immediately. You’re being thrown into the eastern front.”

Newt saluted to his superior, standing at attention until the man sauntered back down the hall. He felt that familiar dread fill him, and as he looked down at the uniform set neatly on his bed he thought of you and only of you.

****

You turned the corner of the medical unit, sweat dripping down your brow as exhaustion began to overtake you. But, you weren’t quite done yet, there was still a few hours left in the day, and at least one of them could be spent with Newt.

As you walked down the hallway, smoothing out your smock, you glanced up stopping dead in your tracks when you came face to face with the very soldier you meant to see. Newt stood at his desk, placing his hat on his head, his eyes now meeting your own tear filled ones.

He offered you a sincere smile, and it was that moment that you understood how badly you wanted him to stay here, to never leave and be safe right next to you. You couldn’t help him out there, if he got injured, there was absolutely nothing you could possibly do to make it better, and that thought frightened you.

He grabbed the letter from his desk, and with a brisk pace he moved towards you, his boots scuffing across the ground.

“Hello.”

“You’re leaving…”

You choked back your sobs, a painful tightening feeling developing in your chest as you did. But, crying wasn’t going to solve anything, and if this would be the last time you see him…well, you needed to be braver for him.

Newt nodded down at you, trying to remain positive as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Eastern front.”

You looked up at him, lifting a hand towards his face but at the last minute you lost all your resolve and you simply laid it against his jacket. You traced the metal of his many pins, trying to distract yourself from the idea of losing him.

“Mr. Scamander…”

“Newt.”

He brought his hand up, holding it over your own that was clutching tightly to him, and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, trying to offer some comfort. But, there wasn’t much else he could do now. He would be leaving tonight, that much was certain, no matter how desperately he wanted to stay with you.

“Newt…”

His name escaped your lips in a broken cry, and you walked forward, laying your forehead against his strong chest. His warmth enveloped you, creating a sensation that managed to bring you ease for once. It took all your strength not to break down and cry, to hold him and beg him to stay, but when he slowly wrapped an arm around you, that was it.

“Please…don’t…”

Newt sighed deeply, resting his chin atop your head as he took you into his arms. This contact was foreign to him, at least as far as he could remember. He hadn’t been this close to anyone in years, and just the feeling of your body clinging to him was enough to make him grit his teeth and fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m so sorry.”

He pulled back from you, smiling as best he could under the circumstances. He fished through his jacket, pulling out the letter and placing it into your hands.

“Please make sure that reaches her. It’s important.”

Despite your emotions, you simply nodded, wanting to give him some hope even if it was sending out a letter to another woman that seemed to have his full affections.

Newt let out a soft chuckle, wiping a few of your tears away before leaning down and kissing your cheek. His lips lingered there for a moment, but whatever he was thinking he decided against it.

“Don’t read it.”

Even through all your blushing, you looked up at his handsome face, wondering why he’d say such a thing. It’s not like you ever peered into his other letters, you always took them to the post, and that was it. But, when you noticed the grin on his features, something told you he wanted you to do the exact opposite.

“Newt…”

He walked passed you, turning one last time with a small smile before heading towards the many other soldiers ready to be shipped out once again. Your eyes never left his back, and you stood silent there in the hall until he was just a memory again. Hopelessness filled your mind, and you sank back into his bed, feeling like your whole world was swept from under you. You traced the wax seal on his letter, and when you turned it over your eyes widened.

There, in his handwriting, was your name. Not Theseus, not Leta, yours. With the quickest of movements, you broke the seal, and hastily opened the parchment.


“Ms. Y/N,


I do believe I’ve grown quite fond of you over these weeks, perhaps even more than I care to admit…words cannot express my gratitude for your most gracious care. So, allow me to just say, thank you.

If I had not bore witness to your pretty face every morning, with a tray of awful food in hand, I might’ve very well lost my mind.

Even now, you think this letter to be for another, my apologies for hiding it. I assure you, this woman you believe to be my sweetheart couldn’t be any less so…I really can’t say much of her now days. People change…I’ve changed.

I owe that to you. To you, who has given me the strength to continue, and to have something…someone, to return to once this war is over. If you’ll have me…

May we meet again, under far better circumstances.

Newt Scamander


P.S. Do practice your chess, you’re quite awful at it.”


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You Go, I Go (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

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AN: can i just say that i think this is sups fun and I really had no idea how to end it?? also sorry for a late upload my tumblr is bugging out

Alexander Pierce let his hands fall from his waist as he exited your HUB floor (not yours anymore it seemed) and you were left to sink back into your chair and stare at your screen. You couldn’t even begin to process what had just occurred, and not even twenty minutes later, a hand was placed on your shoulder. You jumped slightly, which made none other than Brock Rumlow grip onto your shoulders, almost like in a massage kind of way.

“Woah there, take it easy,” he mumbled down by your ear. You couldn’t help but tense up even more, and glanced back at him.

“Do you need something, Rumlow?”

A grin formed over his lips, his white teeth looked menacing as he patted your back.

“The Director wants to see you, I need you to come with me.”

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Second Chances//Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Words:1986
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Reader x OC Grounder
Warnings: injury; gifs cuz I like using gifs
Episode: 1x03 Earth Kills

       “His pulse is three eighty,” Clarke said, checking on Jasper as his moans filled the camp.

        “Go back to sleep!” a delinquent yelled, followed by a “Shut up!”

        “Don’t listen to them. You’re gonna make it through this, okay? Promise.” You said as you sat beside Jasper and watched Clarke work her magic.

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Trouble- Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: Jealous/Overprotective Cassian with fluff ending

Warnings: None that I can think of other than the fact that this fic is a monster lol SO LONG

A/N: This took my DAYS so I really hope it turned out alright <3 I did a lot of research, but I also made up a lot of things so if any of it’s wrong, you’ll just have to suspend your disbelief and find it in your hearts to forgive me lol thank you for reading and hope you like it! xD


“Cassian has asked me to inform you that we will be leaving for Kafrene shortly.”

I placed my hands on my hips, raising both eyebrows. K2 stared back, although it was impossible to tell the expression on his face considering he was a robot. Usually I had to wait for him to open his mouth to pinpoint what kind of mood he was in.

“What? He couldn’t drag himself back here and tell me himself?” I asked, turning and heading back into my room to grab my jacket from the bed. “Didn’t take you for an errand boy, K2!” I called over my shoulder.

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Comfort//A Carlos de Vil Imagine

Anon said: Disney descendants imagine (Carlos X reader) where the reader is the daughter of Captain Hook and goes with the squad to Auradon and she has a nightmare about her father hurting her and Carlos comforts her and they confess their love for each other and they fall asleep together then the next morning the rest of the group finds them. Sorry for the exact details 😁😂

Yessss fics where they fall asleep with each other are the cutest things

WARNING: Abuse flashbacks

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“I can’t believe they shoved us all in the same room,” you complained as you got under your covers.

“Can’t have the naughty children sleeping in a room with the good children,” Mal said.

“Fair.”

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah Evie.”

“Tomorrow, can I borrow your leather trench coat?”

You snorted. “How many times have you asked if you could borrow that?”

“Fifteen.”

“And how many times have I said yes?”

Evie sighed. “None.”

“So what’s the answer gonna be this time?”

“Yes?”

No, Evie.”

She huffed. “Well then.”

You laughed. “Night guys.”

You lay in your bed and drifted off to sleep, but what greeted you in your dreams was terrible.

Smee!” your father roared. “Where is my daughter?”

The man pulled the red cap off of his head and began to wring it. “Sh-she hasn’t been seen since this morning sir.”

“You let her off the ship?!”

“Not on purpose sir, she snuck off.”

“We will discuss this in the morning. Get out of my sight.”

The small man squeaked and ran off. Hook leaned against the railing, waiting for you to come back. When you did, he lit a lantern.

“(Y/N).”

You froze. Oh no. “Hey dad.”

“You aren’t allowed to leave this ship,” he growled.

“Yeah but-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have to punish you.”

Your pulse quickened. “No, please, I promise I won’t do it again. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered. He pulled out a wicked looking dagger. “You’re part of my crew. And my crew needs to take their punishments.”

You grit your teeth and braced yourself for the pain. He grabbed your arm and pushed up your sleeve, pressing the tip of the knife against your bicep. “What did you do wrong?”

“I disobeyed a direct order.”

He cut your arm. “Something’s missing.”

You winced and tears stung your eyes. “I disobeyed a direct order, Captain.”

He made another cut, deeper this time. “That’s right. But how many times have you snuck out this week?”

“None sir, I swear.”

He cut your other arm. “Do not lie to me.”

“Four.”

He cut you four times, one for each time you snuck out. And then four more times for each time you lied to him. And then he hit you in the stomach and slapped you across the face.

“Go to your cabin. I don’t want to see you.”

You walked to your cabin, bloodied and beaten, determined not to let the tears fall.

You sat up, panting and soaked with sweat. It was only a dream. He wasn’t here. Your father wasn’t here. You were safe.

You found yourself unable to breathe. Throwing off your covers and tugging on your boots, you were out the door, pulling your coat on over your oversized t-shirt and sweats.

You got to the gardens as quickly as you could and collapsed on a bench and began to cry.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up. “H-hi Carlos. What’re you doing here?”

“Dude had to pee.”

“Oh.” You looked at your calloused hands and watched as tears fell from your eyes onto your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You wiped your eyes. “um, nothing. Just nightmares.”

He sat next to you. “Your dad?”

You nodded. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “He can’t get you here.”

“I know. But the nightmares come back anyway. God, I wish I had fought back. I’m so fucking weak.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand. “You are not weak. You are the strongest person I know. You survived years with him. You are so strong, and that’s one of the many, many reasons I love you.”

“You what?”

He sighed. “I was gonna wait to tell you, but now seemed like a good time. I’ve been in love with you since I met you, and I just…I want to kill Hook for what he’s done to you. No one deserves that.”

“I, um, wow.”

He looked at you nervously. He didn’t want to ask you to say something because he didn’t want to pressure you, but he wanted you to say something. Even if it was to say you didn’t love him back. He couldn’t take the silence.

You smiled an actual, genuine smile for the first time in what seemed like years. “I love you too,” you said.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

You nodded. “Yes please.”

He helped you up. “Jay’s out with the team for their away game, so he’s not here tonight.”

He led you back to their dorm.

He pulled off the covers and took your jacket off for you. His eyes fell on the scars on your shoulders and he gasped slightly. The coat fell from his hands and he gently grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You pulled away from him and kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“For making me feel like someone cares about me.”

“Can I do it again?”

You nodded, smiling.

You broke apart and got into the bed. Carlos pulled you against him wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close. “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, the two of you were woken up when Mal slammed the door open. “Carlos, have you seen-”

She stared at the sight before her, slack jawed. “Evie!” she screamed. “I found her!”

Evie came running down the hall. “Oh. My. God. This is adorable.”

“What’s happening?” you said, sitting up, rubbing your eyes.

Carlos ran his hands through your hair. “They found us,” he mumble.

You groaned and buried your face in his chest. “But it was so nice and the bed is so warm,” you whined.

He kissed the top of your head. “I know, but we gotta get up.”

“Whyyyy,” you complained.

Evie snapped a picture of Carlos with his arms around you and your face resting on his shoulder. “Jay’s gonna love this,” she giggled.

“Send me that,” you said, your voice slightly muffled by Carlos.

“You got it. Mal, let’s go. We should leave them alone.”

Mal closed her mouth. “Right. Yes. Leave.” They both left and you and Carlos fell back on the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“The answer to that question,” you said, curling up against him, “is always yes.”

Kai Meets Chris

Its pretty obvious what this is about because of the title :) @psychoticbloodsuckerimagines I really just made up names in this too XD and I couldn’t really help my shipping feels either, sorry guys. :( :) Keep in mind this is still an imagine so it isn’t supposed to be accurate :)

Great, a bathroom. Just where Kai wanted to end up after he conquered death. In frustration, he let out a sigh and looked around. It was hot because of the little vent in the floor spitting out hot air under his feet. At least it smelled clean, he just had to look at the bright side of things. The sink and the toilet were spotless so maybe he ended up in a fancy person’s bathroom, hey he couldn’t complain now.

And with the mirror hanging above the sink, it was revealed to him he looked as perfect as he did before he died. Minus the bloody suit and gashes in his neck. He was wearing a tight black shirt with a leather jacket hung over his shoulders and blue skinny jeans with combat boots on his feet. Kai shrugged the sudden wardrobe change off and ran his fingers through his hair and snapped at himself. “Hot as hell.” He grinned to himself and looked down at his fingers.

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