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Newcomers Pt5

Pt5


“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.  

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.



The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared  in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”


Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

anonymous asked:

Do you accept prompts? If you do could you write some jealous Eleven when Mileven is a little bit older, like 16-17?? Thank you so much, I love your fics!!!

ok omg i love this idea, but honestly, i think it was best done by my close friend/super writing inspiration @sstrangerthaneleven in her fic devil’s in the backseat she’s amazing and so is the fic, please check it out because it’s exactly what you’re looking for.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 13.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Just A Bit of Stress Relief

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan, Simon and the Reader decide to stay at the safe house until morning.
Word Count: 3,124
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Things will be picking up soon! Enjoy! 

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You were lying down on the couch, trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced. You didn’t expect things to go wrong when things seemed to be going right. You felt responsible for leaving the Sanctuary with the two most capable men.

There was no way for the three of you all to make it to the Sanctuary at this time of night. If a group was capable of attacking an outpost filled with thirty of Negan’s men, they wouldn’t hesitate to attack the three of you.

“Fuck. We’ll be back tomorrow morning, D. Keep an eye out and keep me updated,” Negan said, setting the walkie-talkie down onto the small coffee table.

Both men looked stressed out. Just ten minutes ago, they were both high on pleasure and now, they were going to have to deal with a potential threat.

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(17) Ignis’ pick-up lines.

Gladio: Iggy, there’s something I need to take off my chest.
Ignis: I sure hope you mean your shirt.
Gladio: wat.

we got married; mingyu

Originally posted by hanwooz

  • there’s a lot of food, so I apologise in advance.
  • so, you guys first met at a restaurant, and you saw there was a candle -lit table, correctly assuming it was yours, you sat there
  • and mingyu took so long to arrive, you were panicking because you thought it was a joke or something, you were asking the production crew if this was a prank and having an overall panic until you saw the tall boy, dressed in formal attire walk in with some food
  • and you were like, ‘what are you doing here?’ but also, ‘are you my husband?’
  • and he just said, ‘dinner (or whatever is the suitable meal for the time of day), is served,’ then put the food down and took a seat 
  • and you were like, ‘oh, so you are my husband,’
  • so you guys obviously introduced each other, like what’s the point in marrying someone if you don’t know their name.
  • and you guys just chatted about your idol lives, likes and dislikes that kind of jazz.
  • and when you guys stood up to leave you realised how tall he is and just woah, my husband is tall, good-looking and can cook.
  • if you’re that kind of person, you could brag about this lmao
  • mingyu was fun to be around, he was like a friend tbh
  • and all the dates he’s really extra and if you and mingyu have a significant height difference everyone would be like awww that’s so cute
  • but if you don’t, everyone would be all awww that’s cute,
  • either way you and mingyu are cute.
  • and in my opinion he is boyfriend material af, so whenever you have the date mission things they would always be fun
  • like he would just make you laugh and do super boyfriend things and i hope jeongcheol is watching so cheol can cringe, but be proud, whilst jeonghan highly approves of his behaviour.
  • he’s also pretty open to skinship, so i see you two doing a lot of that unless you don’t want that, but how can you say no to mingyu???
  • and because of how much skinship you do, everyone will be hiGhkEy shipping and probably expects you two to stay together.
  • he’ll also make you breakfast every morning and one day he’ll teach you and IT’S ALL CUTE 
  • so you’ll both be in your pyjamas and he’ll be telling you what to do and then he’ll pull some flirty move, like when you’re facing away from him he’ll slither his arms around your waist
  • or he’ll smear food on you and you get into a food fight 
  • or something cheesy that won’t injure you.
  • when you try on your dresses he’ll be like a teenage girl at a concert
  • you’ll walk out or just somehow get out of the change room 
  • and he’ll see you and he’ll be screaming and talking photos and he’ll be praising you, and he’ll start to fantasising and going on about the wedding, and you’ll be so overwhelmed
  • like woah, rememBER MiNGYU ThIS iS VIrTUAL
  • and he’ll flirt with you 24/7 and you’ll be torn between flustered and pLS STOP MINGYU 
  • sO LIKE ERIC AND SOLAR DID THIS BUT I FEEL LIKE MINGYU WOULD TOO
  • so say seventeen is promoting during your marriage, he would somehow show you off
  • so like the boy are preparing for a comeback and they’ll be filming and the director decided they want someone to be in the music video as a love interest to one or more of the boys 
  • and mingyu’s like MY WIFE CAN DO IT
  • and no one else really says anything, they just look at the director and he’s like
  • this is good for views, popularity, all that stuff, why not??
  • so that’s how you end up in a seventeen music video playing mingyu’s love interest
  • I’M GETTING CARRIED AWAY BUT WHATEVER
  • so in the mv, you and mingyu play high school students, and he’ll be crushing on you and the rest of seventeen are trying to help mingyu get to you
  • and you’ll be like hanging out with mingyu and the boys will try to make it all romantic until like dino accidentally drops the props and instead of suave, romantic music, it’s playing some uncool pop song, but you two dance together and fall in love or smth
  • OKAY I KNOW THIS WAS KINDA SHORT BUT THIS VIRTUAL MARRIAGE HAS TO END SO LETS END IT NICELY
  • so, it’ll be like when you first met, and the both of you will have a sit-down dinner ( i’m sad to don’t worry ) 
  • he’ll be dressed nicely, and so will you and you’ll be talking about your time together and he’ll whip out a photo book
  • and you’re like what??? what’s in it???
  • and then he opens it, and there’s photos of you two having fun and he’ll confess he took photos whilst you were together and put it into the book
  • and then he’d bring out band! seventeen or just shua and then he’ll sing to you or something sweet
  • and if you sing you’d sing to him, or just tell him how much fun you had if you can’t
  • at the end of it, as usual i’ll leave it up to you what happened afterwards, but hAVE  FUN
  • tl;dr super sweet husband that cooks for you and keeps you smiling

    hi everyone, i hope you all enjoyed this, the ending was kinda rushed, but have a nice day/evening and stay safe, lol bye
    - admin jola

    Newcomers Pt5

    Pt5

    “Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

    “I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

    “Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

    “Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

    “Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.

    “…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

    There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

    “Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

    Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

    “Just give me some food or I egg your door”

    Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

    “Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

    He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

    “Captain Clerk?”

    “No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.

    The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

    Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

    “Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

    “If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

    “No sir, Remer has been liberated”

    Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

    “Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

    “Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

    “It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

    “Huh?

    “It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

    “Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

    “Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

    Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

    “This can’t be right” Jetya said.

    “I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

    “There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

    “And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

    Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

    “Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

    Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

    “Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

    An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

    “Consul this is…”

    “My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

    “Tim?”

    “It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

    “Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

    A holographic display appeared in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

    “They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

    “Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

    “You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

    “No” both replied.

    “It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

    “Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

    “I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

    “That’s not a no” Kep said.

    “So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

    “As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

    “Annnd?”

    “It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

    The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

    “They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

    Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

    “There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

    “So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

    Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

    “Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

    “What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

    “Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

    “How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

    “0.52 of a cycle”

    “No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

    “We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

    “That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

    “Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”

    Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

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    Request for gif in leather pants long coat heeled boots one day plz bonus with cowering enemies at your feet but that's optional

    …that could be arranged.

    Next time I’m online OOC, maybe. 

    Tall, Dark, Handsome Romance

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    Pairing: Kol x Reader

    Summary: A vacation in New Orleans sparks more than you bargained for, in the shape of a tall, dark, handsome stranger. Who turns your life upside down with secrets and romance.


    It was alive, right in front of you. The busy streets of New Orleans bustling with people going about their day. The smell, the weather, the beautiful scenery had gone from the photos hanging in your room, to real life.

    This was your destination for a realxful, low-key holiday. Escape destination you labelled it. Life back home had reached a boiling point, causing you to turn the dial all the way down to a complete stop - hence New Orleans.

    Dragging the one massive suitcase you brought, the hotel that was going to be your home for the next 2 months was just down the street. Hotel St. Marie, described as one of the best hotels in New Orleans. It was in the heart of the French Quarter and had a great view of the streets, perfect to enjoy the nightlife.

    Opening the door, the coolness of the hotel washed over you. Making your way to the front service desk, a lady with dirty blonde hair stood on the other side, looked up and gave you a warm smile.

    “Welcome to St.Marie Hotel. How may I help you today?”. She sounded friendly enough and seemed happy to be greeting you.

    Not wanting to be rude, you smiled back, even though you were utterly exhausted. “I booked a room for the next 2 months, under the name Y/N”.

    She typed away and within seconds she nodded and placed a key onto the bench. “Ah yes, we have you down for the courtyard balcony suite. We hope your stay here is pleasant, and if you need anything at all please do not hesitate to ask”.

    Thanking her, you grabbed the key and followed the numbers on the door until you found room 10. The room at first glance was well furnished, clean and very inviting. Setting the suitcase near the door, you immediately allowed your back to hit the soft mattress. Letting out a sigh, not out of annoyance, it was more relief than anything.

    Letting it all sink in, you were finally here.

    Even though jet lag was still a huge obstacle, you couldn’t-weren’t going to let that affect your first day of exploring the city. Showering, a new change of clothes and a city map. You were now ready to see what the Big Easy had to offer.

    The sun felt warm, not burning hot, just warm. People were out and about, either enjoying each other’s company, immersing in shopping or just taking a casual stroll. Back home, it was never like this.

    Taking a right turn, you came by a small open ally where a few seats were situated. Walking past, a sign hanging off the side of a building caught your eye- Rousseau’s-opening the door you stepped inside. It wasn’t empty, nor was it busy as bars back home would have been this time of day. Choosing the booth relatively close to the back of the bar, you sat, just admiring your current location.

    A guy wearing a black attire walked out of, what you imagined was the store room or even kitchen. You gathered he was on shift. His eye caught yours but retracted just as quickly. Another man, whose back was turned to you, sat at the bar. A glass of whiskey or perhaps bourbon at his fingertips. The only other two people had just left, causing the bell on the door to ring as they made their way out.

    Not wanting to be the creepy individual lurking in the shadows, you went to the bar and sat 3 stools away from the man. Shooting a quick glance in his direction, a sudden shiver radiated through your body. Turning away, the guy who you presumed worked here was now standing in front of you.

    “What can I get you?”, he polity asked.

    Not sure what you exactly wanted, you just said water. He came back with a large glass, frozen ice cubs floating on top. Wiping the bar down, he spoke again. “Your not from around here are you?”.

    Taking a sip, the refreshing hit of the ice cubs touched your lips. “Is it that obvious?. I just arrived actually”.

    “Where from?”.

    Your body stiffened. “A place I’ve been wanting to take a break from for awhile”. He didn’t press further, and for that you were thankful. He introduced himself as Josh, before walking away to the other side of the bar. Tracing the rim of the glass with your finger, the man a few seats away stood up and whispered into Josh’s ear, looking quite pissed.

    Watching the two of them semi-argue, he unexpectedly locked eyes with you. The shiver returning as he did so. He didn’t break the eye contact until he was forced too, exiting the bar, you were the only occupant left.

    “What did you say your name was again?”. Josh came back, looking nightly curious.

    Finishing up the glass of water. “I didn’t, but it’s Y/N. Y/N, Y/L/N”.  As soon as you said your name, his lips pressed together. Brushing his reaction off, you grabbed the jacket wrapped around the chair, you too left, not noticing the man leaning against the wall.

    Hands in pockets, the sun that was shinning so brightly before was now beginning to fade. The hotel was minutes away, easily reached by foot. Passing the same ally intersection, that damn shiver. Stopping. You scanned the area, concluding that you were just being ridiculous, you ventured on.

    Turning the corner onto the street your hotel was located. One step forward, it felt like the wind just got knocked out of you. A pair of hands catching you all in one steady motion.

    You were about to yell, say inappropriate words to the person who had bumped into you. Ready to lash out, you refrained when the same brown eyes that glanced your way at the bar came into view.

    “Careful, love. Corners can be quite dangerous”. His voice, deep and husky.

    Taking a step away from the handsome stranger, you scoffed at his rudeness. After all he bumped into you. “Yeah, so maybe you should watch where you’re going”.

    “I apologize, darling. Let us start over, I’m Kol, Kol Mikaelson”. He smirked, extending his hand.

    Normally you wouldn’t be so quick to give out your name. But you did it with Josh at Rousseau’s, so why would this time be any different?. “Y/N, Y/L/N”. Shaking his hand, the second skin meet that shiver was replaced with a small jolt - a spark.

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you…Y/N”. A glint appeared in his dark, brown eyes. And it reminded you of Josh’s reaction when he heard your name, causing your stomach to turn for an unknown reason. Still holding hands with Kol, the chemistry from just one touch, it was heart stopping. But in the best way possible.

    A few meters away, two men stood at the corner.

    “Our dear brother does not know what his gotten himself into, as always”.

    The slightly taller one straightened his posture. “I believe, Niklaus, none of us do. That girl is either going to be our greatest enemy, or our biggest ally. And I for one, know which one I rather her be”. Elijah gave Klaus a stern look, getting a small smirk in response.

    Night had fallen, music bringing the city to life. You and Kol spent the entire night together, thus, unknowingly starting a chain of events.

    The King’s Omega- The Preparations

      Pairing: Crowley x Reader

      Summary: Ushered to the preparation rooms, the little omega knows the fight is approaching, but is her happy ending.

       Warnings: none really same as usual, a/b/o dynamics

      Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long, but here you are. Don’t hate me for the delay and let me know what you think!!

    Catch Up! Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,


    You were left in a state of confusion, sitting at the bar by yourself. Needless to say you weren’t very happy. This was supposed to be a happy night. You were supposed to find your fairy-tale mate, and live happily ever after. 

       You sigh out heavily, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “This sucks,” you say aloud.

       “Yeah, I bet it does,” A voice startles you and your eyes meet emerald green ones. 

       The bartender was starring at you, his hands on the bar. He was a dirty blonde, almost brown headed alpha with freckles, and some killer lips. He was taller but not too tall, and it was obvious he worked out.

       You throw him the best dirty look you can as you scoff at his interjection. “Tell me you’ve had nights like this,” you plead.

       His lips kick up wickedly at your comment, and he chuckles. “No, sweetheart,” he starts, “Can’t say I have. Dean Winchester.” He reaches a hand out, going slow as not to scare you,or assert dominance, his eyes gentle.

       You take his hand with a hesitant smile. “Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you supply.

      “So, Y/n, how’d you wind up riling all these feathers in here tonight. I mean I don’t get it, you’re pretty-just not that pretty,” Dean says half-jokingly, watching you closely.

       “Honestly? No idea, but I’ll tell you what I do know.”

       “And what’s that?” Dean asks with a quirked brow.

      “I need whisky. Straight.” 

       “Whisky?” Dean asked with a big grin, grabbing a bottle beneath the bar. “My kind of girl. If I thought I’d stand a chance against the King, I’d try my hand at a challenge.”

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         It was your turn to look skeptical. “And what does that mean?”

        Dean sits your drink in front of you with a shrug, “Just that the King has made his plan of keeping you pretty public by now. But I like my life, so I won’t dare go there.”

           “This whole challenge is ridiculous,” you mumble staring down at your amber colored drink

           “Yeah that Reven guy is an asshole,” Dean growls. “And the way he was holding your arm-you okay?” Dean’s eyes shift to your arm with compassion, and when he sees your forming bruise, his growl gets louder causing you whimper. “Sorry!” Dean exclaims with his hands raised in defense. 

         “It’s okay,” you breathe out. “He did grab me pretty hard.”

        “Too hard, and that is not…okay,” Dean sighed crossing his arms. “Fuck that Never guy.”

           “Never?” you ask with a chuckle.

         “Yeah, it’s his name…backwards actually. Should be forward too, but-” Dean shrugs.

        That’s when there was a hand on your shoulder, turning you see the Mater who was looking at you strangely. “It’s time for you to get ready as well. I’ll make the announcement and we’ll head to the arena,” she says her voice slightly strained.

      You grab your whisky and down it, then stand up. “Lead the way,”you say with as much confidence as you can muster.

          ….And now the time had come. As the Little Omega walked towards the arena, she couldn’t help the shiver down her spine. Exactly how would this night work out? As she drew nearer to the arena the lights grew dimmer and dimmer, until a mere candle-light remained in the dark hall…


           “You know daddy loves you,right, Y/n?” your father asks you as he leans down to ruffle your hair.

          You giggle, but you don’t miss the look exchanged between your parents. “Of course I do, daddy,” you say sweetly. “You and mommy are the best at loving me.”

        “That’s right sweetheart,” your father says, visibly relaxing. 

             It wasn’t a secret. Your dad was leaving again, he was going back to his duty to serve the king.Yes, it hurt. It hurt seeing his bags sitting by the door. It hurt hearing your parents argue quietly about it. 

           “I’ll be back very soon, princess,” your dad calls from the doorway as he kisses your mother’s cheek.

             And just like that-he was gone again.


        …..The Little Omega was ushered to a preparation room, where inside, her ballroom dress was changed to armored gown, and her hair braided back…


            “Is this necessary?” You ask, your fingers running over the metal dress that now covered you. It hugged your curves, and even if the chain-mail did make you feel slightly heavier, you felt as if you could fight off an army yourself.

            “Unfortunately,” The Mater sighed, turning you around to give you a final once over. “Now,” she continues, dropping down a bit  to look you square in the eye. “This isn’t a game, it’s life or death. The king is risking his life, his crown, and his kingdom for you. Do you get that? Honestly?”

                    “Y-yes, of course I do!”

          “Then you will do everything I tell you to do. And for once, Y/n follow the rules,” she said, standing back up. “ You will have to be presented at the beginning of the fight when we de-crown the King, so everyone knows why this is happening. After Sam explains the rules of the challenge, all three of us  and the crown will step to the side of the arena where we will wait quietly for the challenge to proceed.”

           “Okay,” you say softly.

         “After the challenge is concluded, you will once again be presented with the crown to the Victor. The oath of mates and of the King will be done, and then we all carry on our merry ways,” she says, adjusting the hem of her shirt.

         “You mean King Crowley?” you ask.

       She doesn’t answer, but instead leads you to the arena.


    …..The little omega had never seen so many people before. All lined up in the stadium seats preparing for the challenge. It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her….

        “Wait, Y/n!” your mother called, hustling herself down the sidewalk after you.

         You paused before getting in the limo that would eventually whisk you away to the ceremony. Turning back to your mom, you smiled. 

          “Mom, I already said I promised,” you say jokingly.

        Your mother playfully smacks your arm, “I know, Y/n. I just wan’t to say I love you to the moon and back, and I really hope tonight goes wonderfully for. Truly I do. I know things weren’t easy for your father and I-” 

           “Momma, it’s okay,” you say interrupting her. You hug her tightly and step into the limo. “I love you too!”

       …..As the King and the Mean Alpha stepped into the arena, a bell was rung and the crowd erupted in a loud roar…

         King Crowley was standing tall in his war attire. He walked into the arena with a grace and a sense of pride and determination. His footfalls seemed to echo even through all the noise as he approached where the Mater, Sam, and you were standing. 

      And he was starring at you with his fiery red eyes that held nothing but determination. He seemed to command your and everyone else’s gaze,but his eyes in this moment held no one’s but your own. He didn’t seem to concerned with the crowd, or his opponent, who was approaching at the same time.

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                                                       Just  you.

                                         And it took your breath away.

            When he finally reached you three, Sam stepped forward toward Crowley. “A challenge has been made for the crown!” he calls out loudly to the crowd. “King Crowley has accepted challenger Reven in his request for the crown and this omega!” he gestures to you, and continues, “I will now remove the Crown and the Omega from our current King’s grasp and protect them for the victor who will be our King!”

        Nothing but uproars from the crowd above. Sam reaches forward and gently takes King Crowley’s crown from his head and steps back again.

            “This will be a fight to submission or death! Whichever is first! The victor made into King and Mate! This will be one on one, and anyone who jumps in will meet their end by hand of the Royal Guard!” Sam looks at both Reven and Crowley.

         Both Crowley and Reven were looking at each other harshly, almost as if they were trying to kill each other with one look.

         “Last one standing will be King!” Sam finishes and ushers you and the Mater backwards.


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    Princess Annora

    Originally posted by mulllered

    Summary: The Solo/Skywalker family go on a family vacation to the happiest place on Earth. Overwhelmed with excitement, the littlest cousin Rey has the whole trip planned, including meeting the newest princess at the park. As the time comes to finally take her to meet this elusive character, Kylo is asked to accompany her. Reluctantly he takes his little cousin to see this princess, only to become enchanted himself.

    A/N: I couldn’t get this out of my head after @primma-dona brought it up and totally fueled me with ideas and I needed a little something floofy to make me happier, haha, so here’s this! For reference, I made it so Rey is like 8 or so, and cred for the triplet AU goes to @knightsoforgana

    Also please note I only gave the princess a name and a vague background story so it’s truly reader insert with whatever you would want to see that character as. Hope you enjoy!


    The sun was shining down over the park, glistening against the roof tops of the various shops and the glorious castle. People were bustling through the space, covered in merchandise, ears of all fashions and colors engulfing the park, with smiles accompanying almost all of them. The atmosphere of joy and excitement could be felt in the air that carried the scents of various foods and thousands of voices and laughs.

    Among the sea of people, the Solo-Skywalker family emerged before the grand sight of Cinderella’s castle. The smallest of the bunch, Rey, stopped in her steps as she gazed at the structure in all its wonder. Her eyes widened as her jaw slowly fell open, the amazement obvious in her expression. Looking down at her Luke smiled as he crouched down to her height.

    “What do you think?”

    Rey turned to him with an ecstatic grin, “I love it already!”

    Luke patted her on the back as he stood back up, watching Rey charge forward towards the castle with her trio of buns bouncing with every step she took.

    “Whoa, whoa, Rey wait for everyone else!”

    Rey turned back, throwing her arms in the air dramatically with a somewhat serious expression on her face.

    “We’re burning daylight dad!”

    Luke shook his head with a sigh as Han approached him, patting him on the back with a smirk.

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    Trying not to fall asleep

    @lovers-on-call-13:  if you have time, I would like a one shot in which the reader was Spencer’s wife and is pregnant for 6 months and in a meeting of a case she ends up sleeping because the baby did not let her sleep at night and she gets a little embarrassed and hotch says it’s okay and send her home early with Spencer

    A/N: I apologise for how late this but I hope its okay! Request are still open! 💕 

    Tags: @hanny-bananny


    Originally posted by toyboxboy

    Reid and Morgan were walking back to their desks after grabbing another cup of coffee from the break room, talking about their plans for the weekend when they saw a tired Y/N falling asleep at her desk.

    “Y/N honey, wake up your still at work!” Spencer said with a reassuring smile as he poked her gently on the shoulder.

    “Wait its only 11:30?!” Y/N asked sleepily trying and failing to stay awake in front of her husband and co-worker.

    “Yes its still the morning, did you think it was time go home?” Morgan asked jokingly has received a glare from both Y/N and Reid.

    “I’ve been really tired the baby has been keeping me up awake all night whether its because of cravings or she’s kicking me in the stomach.” Y/N explained annoyed about how the pregnancy was affecting her already terrible sleep pattern as she put her hand on her stomach.

    “Y/N I did say that you should stay at home rather than go into work today.” Reid explained sympathetically as he gave her a reassuring hug. Just then the three of them saw Garcia in her usual colourful attire walking up to them with some files in her hands.

    “Hey guys, hate to break it to you but we have meeting.” Garcia said with a disappointment on her face.

    “Please don’t tell me its another case!” Y/N exclaimed as she and the other agents got up and started heading to the boardroom.

    “Don’t worry it’s just Hotch talking about the budget and what were doing this week and before you ask we are not going any cases for the next three weeks as Cruz took us of rotation!” Garcia said with a smile on her face as she and the others walked into the boardroom to see Hotch, JJ, Rossi and Emily sitting at their sits, as they all sat to listen to what their Unit Chief has to say.

    As Hotch started talking about the plans for the next following weeks, Y/N’s eyes slowly started to close and Hotch’s voice slowly starts to get quieter and quieter until the whole world fades into darkness.


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    “Y/L/N, Y/L/N, Y/N!” Hotch shouted trying to wake the pregnant women from her sleep as everyone stared at her as they saw slightly move her body.

    “Hmmm….hmmm….wa….wait?…what happened? Did I miss anything?” Y/N asked as she slowly woke from her nap at the table, getting back into her normal seating position.

    “You fell asleep Y/N, is everything okay?” Hotch asked, his voice full of concern for the tired, pregnant agent that was sitting in front of him.

    “Yeah everything’s fine Hotch, just little tired, the baby’s been keeping me all night but I’ll be fine.”  Y/N said tiredly as she rubbed her eyes to try to keep awake in front of her boss.

    “Look Y/N, I can’t have you working here all tired especially in your condition, I want Reid to take home so you can get some sleep.” Hotch said kindly, his voice still full of concern for her.

    “Hotch I’ll be fine please, just let me get on with my work, I need to get it done” Y/N pleaded trying to convince Hotch that she is perfectly fine.

    “Y/N, honey, you are in no condition to work today, you fell asleep whilst doing your paperwork today, there is no way you are working, paperwork can wait, let’s go home so you can get some rest.” Spencer said as she got up from his chair and went to the door to wait for her.

    Y/N looked around to see all the agents giving her the ‘go home and get some rest’ look and the ‘don’t even think about’ look, knowing that there is no way she can convince her boss, her co-workers and her husband she got from her and chair and headed out of the door. “Fine you win, you can take me home Spencer, I guess your right I do need some rest.” Y/N said as she smiled and she Spencer walked over to their desks to grab their bags and headed to the elevator and saying goodbye to the team.

    “I’m glad you took up mine and Hotch’s offer.” Spencer said with a smile on his face as they waited for the elevator to go down to the bottom floor.

    “Well you are my genius!” Y/N said gleefully as she and Reid both laughed, while Reid held her close to him as they elevator reached their and they walked out to the parking lot.  

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    October 2017 Photo Technique Digitial - Furihata Ai Interview

    TL: Hoji

    QC: Ramen, KuuRin

    The location of today’s photoshoot is at Seibuen Amusement Park. Have you been to amusement parks privately before?

    I used to frequently visit places like the gardens or Disneyland, but I haven’t visited these places recently. I finally got the chance to visit amusement parks again! It’s also my first time in Seibuen Amusement Park, so I am really happy. There is a swimming pool here, and the location is also very close to Seibu Dome!

    Let’s put aside the live concert in Seibu Prince Dome on September 29 & 30… and focus on the outfits! In this photoshoot, the outfits used are the summer school uniforms from “Love Live! Sunshine!!” and the stage outfit for the song “Yume de Yozora wo Terashitai”. Furihata-san chose the yukata and the popular retro style attire herself.

    I like all of the outfits mentioned very much. I wanted to change the colour and the impression from the last cover (April 2017), so I chose a retro style attire that has some casual feel to it.

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    Hey there, folks! I’ve just spent the last bunch of hours inputting data from ESC ‘12 through to ‘16. It was tedious work, but unleashed a lot of interesting data, not least what today’s statistical map is about - each country’s favourite country (i.e. the country they gave most points to) in the past five years. It looks quite different from the all-time points map - with Sweden and Russia by far the most dominant countries in that timescale. It is impossible to look at this map without personifying the countries a little:

    [Iceland, Norway, Finland and Denmark are ringing Sweden’s door. There is no answer. They continue knocking and ringing - Sweden eventually appears.]
    Sweden: Oh, it’s you lot.
    Iceland: Hello, Sweden! 
    Sweden: What do you want? I’m kind of busy right now.
    Norway: We just thought you’d like us to hang out with you and give you ALL OUR LOVE. OMG SWEDEN!
    Denmark: Yeah, you may make fun of my mouth potato and my pølser, but we think you’re pretty cool despite that.
    Finland: *silently nods ever so slightly*
    Sweden: Well, it turns out I’ve got company. But there’s always room for more at the Sweden is Great party! Come on in. Take off those shoes first, though! 
    Iceland: You’re throwing a party?
    Sweden: Yeah, and you’re quite late. The people come from far and wide to pay their tributes to me! Some of them from as far as (whispers) Eastern Europe. (Waves to Germany) The most powerful nations of Europe know that they should doff their cap to me in this contest! (Points to an ashen-faced UK and Ireland) Even the fallen kings of Eurovision come to bask in my magic! Some people here (points to Slovakia with eyes) I can’t even remember seeing! But they still come! Do you guys want some akvavit and a form on which you can list your 50 favourite Melodifestivalen acts of this decade? 
    [Finland’s eyes glaze over and they imagine going to Russia’s party instead.]

    [Peering through opera glasses at the crowd outside Sweden’s house]
    Italy: Those arrogant Swedes! Serving mindless junk every year but thinking they are God’s gift! It’s time the land of Verdi and Puccini showed them how to sang and write a song that goes straight to the heart. WHO’S WITH ME?!
    Malta: Ooh, us! We love you, mum!
    Italy: Thank you, dear… (sotto voce) “mum?” (loudly) anyone else? Ukraine? We’d make a beautiful alliance against Sweden and Russia. I’ll give you all my love!
    Ukraine: Hard pass, sorry. I got to keep showering my love on Azerbaijan. I’ve almost got him away from Russia! 
    San Marino: You don’t need her, Italy. I’m with you. Literally. I’m inside you. Right now. So I’m always with you. Forever.
    Italy: ….. Creepy. 
    Albania: Yeah, look closer to home - a brief distance across the Adriatic. You occupied our land for a few years.. but you occupied our heart forever! We’re in!
    Italy: Double creepy. Anyone not so weird?
    Switzerland: We are extraordinary in our normality. And we support you!
    Italy: Two tiny nations, our formal vassals, and some painfully neutral fondue-lovers. What a task force! But hell, let’s do this!

    [In the Baltics’ house]
    Lithuania: Now girls. For once in my life, I’d like us to go to the same party as Poland. Can I count on you?
    Estonia: No problem - as long as Poland’s coming to Sweden’s party. I am a Nordic after all. No matter what you say. (Sotto voce) Or the other Nordics say…
    Latvia: Nah, let’s go to Russia’s party. I hear even Spain and Portugal are going to be there to watch her wrestle a bear in the snow. And you know Russia. She can be pretty mean to those who don’t come to her parties. We see her much more often than we see Sweden, so we need to keep her happy. 
    Lithuania: You’ve both got it so wrong. Worrying about Russia. Crushing on Sweden. They both pay hardly any attention to you! I, on the other hand, treat them both with insouciance - and they love me for it! I’m going to Ukraine’s party. It’s going to drive them both crazy with jealousy!

    [In the Balkans’ house, Serbia and Montenegro are hugging.]
    Serbia: When we embrace like this, it feels like we never split! Want to join in, Croatia, Bosnia?
    Bosnia: Sure, why not? We love you so much!
    Croatia: We are the happiest family around!
    [Both join group hug. There’s a knock at the door]
    Macedonia: Hey guys! I heard you’re having a group hug. Mind if I join?
    Serbia: Of course not! Stay here with me forever if you want! It feels like the good old days now. But I feel something is missing. Albania is a lost cause, but where is… Slovenia?
    Croatia: Oh, you know she was always an independent spirit.
    Serbia: You’re saying she’s not in her house?
    Montenegro: Listen dear, she… is fond of you. But really wanted to go to Sweden. Their party lasts six whole weeks, she said. It’s nothing against…
    [Serbia is fuming and breaks up the hug]
    Serbia: God damn it! I hate this family. I’m going to check on the real Slavs in Russia! 

    Georgia: Whatever happened to supporting your neighbours? I give my love to Armenia, but she prefers to ogle Russia alongside the warring mother and son, Greece and Cyprus. Romania and Moldova are at different parties too.
    France: It’s so sad, Géorgie. I used to be beloved by my neighbours too. Now their reaction to me is pitoyable. Here, here is my love!
    Georgia: But… you gave your love to Armenia. 
    France: Yes. Now you don’t feel alone in loving her! 

    Georgia:
    That makes absolutely no sense…
    [Australia casually walks by in beach attire despite freezing cold weather]
    Georgia: Speaking of which, here comes the one who Sweden loves most out of all of Europe. But I don’t even think you’re European! What are you doing here?
    Australia: You’re one to talk, mate! But hey, I’m true blue European! As Euro as they come, mate! It’s just a case of mistaken identity… my real name is Euro McEuropeson!
    France: A likely story… so who do you love most in Europe then?!
    Australia: (sotto voce) Think fast, mate! Ah mate, think of some country! (normal voice) Er, Belgium!
    France: (incredulous) Belgium?!
    Australia: Well, Brussels is the capital of Europe… so who would a European love more?!
    (France dials 112 to get “suspicious newcomer” removed)

    things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

    thx for requesting :))) @shawnmendesdream

    Your smile was aching deep in your cheeks as you ran with your heels in one hand, skirt in the other, Shawn egging you on as he sprints beside you down the hill. You feel vaguely like you’re going to fall and break every bone in your body but you also feel like he’s the love of your life and you’d follow him anywhere - even if where he’s leading you is down a hill in your wedding dress.

    “Go go go go” he’s yelling, laughing with you, slipping down the damp ground in his dress shoes. There’s no purpose behind what you’re doing, nothing behind it besides spontaneity, but the joy in your chest is enough to keep you going. And when you’re at the bottom and Shawn’s wrapped you up in his arms, his lips at your ear are the only thing you’re paying attention to. You’re not paying attention to how your insanely expensive dress is probably muddy at the bottom, or how it’s starting to sprinkle again, or how all of your family and friends are probably looking for you back at your reception. All you’re thinking about is how beautiful Shawn sounds as he whispers “you’re my wife” in your ear, his hand rubbing the base of your spine. “How fucking crazy is that?”

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    Blue Messages Ch. 3

    AO3

    Relationship: Keith/Lance
    Warnings: panic attacks
    Word Count: 2052
    Chapter 3 Summary: 
    The team tells Keith there is a possibility of Lance being dead, but he refuses to listen. And he finds an unexpected list written for him by Lance.

    “I just walked into the hangar and she bonded with me.”
    “She bonded with you?” Allura asked.
    “Yeah, why? Does that mean something I don’t know?”
    “Lions are only meant to bond with one paladin, Keith.”

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    Fuzzy Part Three {Anthony Ramos x Reader}

     So I got about five messages saying that they NEED a part three to ‘Fuzzy’ so here we go. Also, I regret writing this in first person because I normally write in second and now I feel weird but it’s okay

    Word Count: 1503

    Warnings: swearing

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    “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out and everything will be okay. We’ll get through this and everything will be fine. It’ll be just fine.”

    I wake up hearing those words play on repeat in my head. The sincerity and hope in his voice pains me. I wish that I could remember something about them, but it just seems so useless. I don’t know these people. And they so desperately want me to.

    I slowly open my eyes, praying that no one is in the room and send a small thanks to god or whatever when I find the room empty. I lift my head up from the pillow to get a better view of outside the door, looking for any revolutionaries. When all I see is nurses and some people dressed in normal attire walk by, I take a deep breath and drop my head back onto the pillow. Mostly relieved, but slightly disappointed, I again think about what Anthony said. He seemed to be so sure, so positive that everything will turn out fine. It breaks my heart. How is everything supposed to be fine if I don’t even know the person who’s telling me it will be? Geez, this is too much. I just need to stop thinking about it.

    “Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” 

    I lift my head up again to see the nurse that was here before walk in. She picks up a clipboard from the foot of my bed and walks over to the monitors beside me, taking out a pen. She starts to scribble things down that don’t necessarily resemble words. I actually can’t tell what they’re supposed to be.

    “Are you okay, dear?” she says, appearing to be concerned by my lack of response.

    “Oh, sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention. I’m fine.” Quickly, I add, “Really, I am.”

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    i love wearing skirts but I’m constantly so anxious that my bag has ridden it up or something cause people always stare. I’m that girl walking around fixing her attire all the time lol

    In A Moment

    Summary (One Shot)

    Kara is grieving over the loss of her fiance, Mon-El. She reminisces the life she had with him, while questioning whether she will ever be able to move on.


    Posted On:  AO3   &   FFN 



    The clock read 1:41.  

    Kara flipped to the other side of the bed where the clock could no longer taunt her. She tightly clutched a plaid shirt in her hand, the dampness increasing as another tear streaked down her face. Each sob that racked her body was caught in the shirt. Her fierce grip made it impossible to determine where the shirt began and where she ended.

    She constricted her body into a fetal position with one simple goal: to achieve numbness. Alas, her Kryptonian physiology and the yellow sun would prevent a cool wave from washing over her. She simply wished to stop the constant pain that surged in her body. However, the numbness never came and the grief continued to suffocate her. Each heartbeat reminded her of what she lost, who she lost: her friend, her companion, her lover, her partner, her fiancé. Mon-El.

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