why am i stuck on the other part of the planet


IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

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warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 

(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”

(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”

Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.

(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 



“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”

Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”

As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

My Fake Boyfriend Epilogue

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1645

Warnings:, A lot of fluffy.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best. And thank you @amrita31199 .

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. You can’t believe that this day is finally here, today is the day that you would become Mrs. Barnes. After a year of dating and a six-month engagement, this day is finally here.

“Don’t you look precious?”. Your grandmother remarks , turning around you smile at her , drying the tears on her face. “Please, don’t cry, if you start crying I will start crying too… again and this would be the third time today.” She smiles at you, you can see the pride in her eyes. “Are you nervous? Marriage is a big deal, I wanted to run away on my second marriage.” She says taking a sip of her glass of champagne.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, I love Bucky and I trust him with my life.” You calmly respond and it is true, you don’t doubt Bucky’s love for you. Other things might scare you but never your love for Bucky.

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anonymous asked:

Could we perhaps get some more cute were-lance fluff? I absolutely loved the petting! Or perhaps angst? Maybe lance gets stuck in one form or the other and the team try’s to comfort him?

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Usually Lance could control when and where he wanted to transform but like the cliched werewolves in fairy tales, he would transform during a full moon. As soon as he could feel the change stirring in his bones, he notified his team. What he didn’t expect was Allura telling him that the moon and sun on this planet worked on seven-day cycles and that he was going to be trapped in his wolf form for the next seven days.

“Why did we stop here?” He wailed with panic. Allura tried to calm him fruitlessly. He helplessly paced around the bridge of the ship as he watched the sun begin to set behind the planet’s clouds. He nervously started chewing on his fingernails.

“Can’t you shift before the moon rises?” Pidge asked curiously coming to stand by his side. He didn’t stop biting his fingers as he swiveled his head to face her. He shook his head before looking back out of the Castle’s screen.

“No, I lose the ability to shift on my own as soon as the sun starts setting before a full moon,” he explained. She only nodded and gently patted his back in sympathy.

“Is there anything we should be worried about before you shift?” Shiro asked joining the two of them. Lance thought for a moment before he turned to face his leader.

“Whatever you do don’t touch me while I’m transforming, I’ll be in a lot of pain because it’s forced and I probably won’t realize where I am until after,” he stated, looking into Shiro’s eyes to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. He gulped but nodded in understanding. Lance turned to the rest of them, waiting for their acceptance as well.

“What’s going to happen?” Keith asked. He crossed his arms and stood beside Shiro and regarded Lance with slightly worried eyes.

“I’ll probably be disoriented for a little bit, and I might not be able to stand or walk for a bit afterward,” he said with a wince, remembering all the forced transformations he had over the course of his life.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll be good after about an hour,” he said trying to lighten the mood of the others.

“I don’t like this,” Hunk said simply coming up to rest his arm around Lance’s shoulders. Lance sighed and leaned his head to rest it on Hunk’s chest.

“I don’t either but it’s a part of my life,” he replied with a huff.

“Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable?” Coran suggested gaining the attention of the paladins. They looked to Lance, who was busy watching as dusk steadily crept closer. He nodded and started towards the doors. He’s done this dozens of times, how bad could it possibly be?


It’s bad.

How could he have forgotten how horrible it really was?

He writhed on the floor of the lounge, clawing at his chest, and arms. Anywhere he could reach. He felt blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. Tears trekked down his face in agony and broken whimpers and wails escaped his mouth.

“Are you sure we can’t do anything?” Pidge asked tears in her eyes as she watched her brother squirm on the ground in pain.

“You heard him, he said not to touch him,” Keith grunted back. He wanted to look away from the scene but felt compelled to watch in case something happened to Lance. Shiro put his hand in her hair to offer her some sort of comfort, while the other went to Hunk’s shoulder who was already quietly weeping.

They winced when they heard the sounds of bones snapping and clothes tearing. They watched fascinated as Lance’s features changed in front of their eyes and fur quickly grew out of his skin. It was only a few minutes later that Lance stopped twitching and laid still in front of their eyes.

“Lance?” Shiro asked cautiously. He inched a bit closer and paused when Lance opened an eye to stare up at him. Shiro slowly crouched on one knee in front of him. Lance’s ear twitched and he carefully staggered up on all fours, eyes never leaving his leader. He put one trembling leg out in an attempt to make it to Shiro but as soon as he put weight on the limb he crashed to the ground with a sad yelp.

“Lance!” Shiro exclaimed lunging forward. He lifted his head and placed it on his lap and stroked Lance’s head and ears back. Lance’s ears perked up and his tail started to thump behind him. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief and moved forward to collapse around Lance. He looked around excited as everyone put their hands on his fur and started scratching and petting. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Keith didn’t think that he would be spending much time with Lance this week, not when he wouldn’t be able to communicate with him very well. He expected for them to laze around in the Castle all week as they waited for the sun to come back up. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to grab his jacket sleeve in his teeth and begin pulling him to the hangers.

“Augh Lance, what the heck?” he growled tugging his sleeve away from the canine’s mouth. He didn’t give him the chance to grab it again and instead obediently started following him. He led him to Red’s hanger and gestured with his head to Keith’s speeder. He looked at him with a quirked brow and confused shrug. Lance huffed and grabbed his sleeve again, dragging him closer to the speeder and laid his hand over the seat of it. He looked up at Lance and noticed him looking at the speeder exit instead.

“You want to go outside?” He asked hesitantly. Lance barked and wagged his tail, turning his body to face the large door. Keith gave Lance one last look before he smirked and revved the engine. He sped forward, the hanger door opening automatically for the speeder. He started falling to the planet’s floor and cursed at himself. How could he forget how far up the fall from the Castle was? He worriedly looked around for Lance and his mouth dropped open when he found him right beside the speeder, calmly letting the wind flow through his fur. With a cloud of dirt they landed on the ground, Keith immediately fell off the speeder in his haste to check on Lance.

“Lance! Are you okay!?” He cried, not yet able to see through the cloud of dirt. He gasped and stepped back when a tongue wet his cheek. He looked to his left and saw the werewolf sitting, perfectly unharmed. He gave a short bark and got to his feet and faced the plains that stretched as far as they could see. Lance started trotting around Keith and the speeder, ears cocked and tail wagging.

“What? Do you want to race or something?” Keith asked looking across the horizon. The moonlight shone brightly on the surface, making everything visible from the plains to the woods he could just barely make out from this distance. Lance stopped pacing and looked at Keith as he asked the question. He stood straighter in realization.

“Wait, do you actually?” He asked for clarification. Lance barked excited and hopped around the red paladin. He chuckled and climbed back onto the speeder, once again revving the engine.

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” Keith smirked. Lance snorted and puffed his chest out. Keith let out a loud cheer as they shot forward, kicking up dust behind them.

They didn’t let up until hours later when a worried Shiro radioed to Keith speeder. They returned exhausted and Lance slumped to the ground as soon as they made it back inside. He grinned fondly and crouched near the ground and scratched behind Lance’s ears.

“You’re pretty damn fast, Lance,” he admitted. Lance’s tail thumped the ground and he let out a happy whine. He leant forward and licked a stripe straight up the side of Keith’s face. Keith sputtered and fell back, wiping his face with his forearm. Lance rolled onto his side and watched Keith with wide sparkly blue eyes.

“You’re lucky that you’re adorable like this,” he grumbled standing up and heading to his quarters. Lance barked in farewell and decided to fall asleep where he was laying. That was the beauty of being an animal after all.

Hunk wasn’t going to lie. He was drained. Emotionally and mentally drained. The worry over Lance’s situation was being less and less important. Lance seemed to be coping fine and the only one really worrying about anymore was Hunk. He knew that Lance would probably be fine by the time this week was done but he could help but worry about his best friend. He wasn’t the most concerned with his health most of the time. He tended to care more about his friends over himself. He was glad that he was able to spend most of the day with Keith yesterday, maybe they would be able to get along easier after this week was up.

He laid back on the lounge's couch. Since they were stranded here for a week and they were down a paladin, they decided that they would take this week to relax and rest up. He wanted to cook but he couldn’t find the motivation to. He honestly just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when the week was over.

“Hmm, Lance?” He asked when the brown werewolf suddenly bounded in and jumped onto the couch beside him. Lance looked at him, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He pushed his head into Hunk’s chest and laid down on his legs. Hunk smiled widely and pulled his hands through the soft fur.

“What’s up bud?” He asked even though he knew that Lance couldn’t respond. Lance gave him a happy little whine, completed with a wagging tail and pushed his head harder against Hunk’s chest, making the paladin topple over across the couch. Hunk went to sit up again when Lance plopped himself overtop of him with his head lying on his chest.

“Dude, you know I can’t resist those eyes,” he complained when Lance looked down his snout at him. Hunk smoothed back Lance’s ears once and groaned when Lance licked the tip of his chin.

“How can you be so cute? You’re a werewolf,” he stated scrunching Lance’s face up. Lance’s face somehow went blank, as if to say ‘I’m always cute,’

Hunk rolled his eyes with a fond grin and gently began stroking Lance’s ears back again. He watched as the blue eyes slowly closed and he began making quiet snores. He wiggled around slightly to try and get more comfortable, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping canine on his lap. He finally understood what cat owners must feel when their pets lay on them.

Pidge kept to herself the days that Lance stayed with Keith and Hunk. She took the time from the team to try and improve various programs in Green and the Castle. It wasn’t really a surprise to her when Lance finally wandered to her corner of the hanger. She gave him a single glance before turning back to her computer. She thought that he would just curl up behind her like he usually did. He slightly choked when he grabbed the back of her collar and flung her up in the air.

“QUIZNACK!” She screamed. She landed with a thump and felt familiar brown fur under her hands. She peeked open her eyes and saw a smirking wolf look back at her. She gave him an unimpressed glare in return and crossed her arms.

“What the heck are you doing Lance?” she asked moodily. Lance ignored her and took a few experimental steps around the hanger. She sighed but decided to humour him. He walked towards the door and stepped out into the hallway.

“Lance, I need to get back to work,” she huffed making a move to slide off his back. With that, Lance bounded forward causing Pidge to twist her hands into his fur. She gave a shriek and tightly held on to his neck. He sprinted up the hallways, taking sharp unexpected turns making Pidge’s head spin.

“I’m going to kill you, Lance,” she hissed into his ear. He didn’t give any indication that he heard her, save from the suddenly drooping ears. She pouted wanting to be mad but sighed and pet his neck, even as they were still flying through the hallways. They passed the other residents of the Castle, barely missing them by a hair. She gave an excited whoop every time they passed someone. By the time the two of them got back to the hanger; Lance was panting and flopped to the floor and Pidge’s hair was pushed back and a large smile was splitting her face.

“Lance! That was awesome!” She said excitedly. Lance shuffled over to her and laid down with his head in her lap. She giggled and indulged the teen, happily scratching him on the top of his head.

“We gotta do that again!”

Shiro would admit it.

He was jealous.

He was jealous that Keith, Hunk, and Pidge had gotten to spend so much time with Lance. He pouted as he carefully brushed Kaltenecker, he promised Lance that he would take care of her while he was indisposed. He leaned down to put the brush back into the galvanized bucket and yelled when he was suddenly flying over the bucket and onto his back in the grass. He stared up with wide eyes and let out muffled cries when Lance flopped his front legs and chest over Shiro’s face.

He yelped when Shiro grabbed around his chest and rolled him onto the grass. He hopped up and leaned forward on his front legs, tail wagging in the air. There was a split second of hesitation before Shiro jumped up and started chasing him around Kaltenecker’s pen. They playfully circled each other and when passed the bucket, Lance grabbed the brush Shiro was using before. He trotted up to him and dropped the brush at his feet.

“No way,” he grinned looked down at the brush at his feet. He picked it up and watched Lance’s eyes follow it as he waved it in front of him. With a grunt, he threw it as far as he could. Without further ado, Lance broke into a run after it. Shiro let a wide smile come across his face as Lance practically pranced back to him with the brush clamped in his jaws. Every time Lance back the brush Shiro would obediently throw it again until Lance dropped the brush and instead flopped onto his side in front of Shiro.

“You’re gonna kill me one day Lance,” he commented immediately dropping to his knees to pet Lance. Lance yipped and squirmed on the ground to rest his snout on Shiro’s knee. Shiro bit his fist in order to stop the strangled squeal that wanted to escape his throat.

“Hashtag blessed,” he whispered into the meat of his knuckle. Lance groaned and happily wagged his tail at the attention he was receiving from his friend. This time with Lance may have had him miss Koko more but at least he wasn’t feeling jealous anymore.

Honestly, Allura didn’t think that Lance would go to her for any sort of werewolf bonding time since Altea never had any myths of the creatures like Earth did. So he didn’t have to reassure her of anything. However, she was curious about what it would be like to look through his eyes. So when he wandered into the kitchen, where she was getting a late lunch she took the opportunity to circle him with inquisitive eyes. He quirked his head in confusion and kept his eyes locked on her form.

“Hm, I wonder,” she hummed putting her finger to her chin. She kept her eyes on Lance’s form as she started shifting down closer to his level. She saw the blue eyes widen in shock as her form started morphing. As she finished her transformation, she shook the now white and brown fur that covered her body. She grinned as she looked over her body, not noticing any problems with her form. She looked over at Lance and laughed at his wide open mouth and staring eyes.

“Are you alright Lance?” She asked. He shook his head and excited bounded over to her.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” he barked. She jolted in shock but let the grin widen.

“Lance, I can understand you,” she said excitedly. She felt her tail wagging and saw Lance’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, I’m so glad I finally get to talk to someone,” he said with a relieved sigh.

“Now, then,” Allura said seriously. Lance looked at her, the tone of her voice setting off alarm bells in his head. His tail stopped wagging as he focused all his attention on her. She grinned slightly at the concern that Lance was showing.

“Teach me all about being a werewolf,” she said. At that, all the excitement that Lance was feeling before came rushing back.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” He asked sitting back on his haunches. “The behaviour of werewolves are most like dogs on Earth, which would probably be a yupper,” he admitted. Allura thought for a moment.

“What did you and your family do with your free time?” she asked. Lance had to search through the many memories that he had with his family but the ones that stuck out the most were the ones where he was playing with his siblings in their wolf forms.

“Um, me and my siblings would play a lot, you know chasing, play fighting, that sort of stuff,” he said hesitantly. Considering how well put together Allura usually was, he wasn’t sure how willing she would be, even though they had gotten closer over the past months.

Allura could see how anxious Lance was and she felt a sort of sympathy for both Lance and herself since he didn’t seem to believe Allura wanted to spend her time with him.

“So, what are we waiting for?” She asked exuberantly.

“R-really?” Lance asked with wide eyes. She huffed out a laugh.

“Of course, Lance,” she said fondly. He hopped up with a howl.    

“Let’s go!” He cheered running out of the kitchen doors. He looked back expecting Allura to be struggling with her now four legs. He yelped in surprise when he saw that she was right beside him with a cheeky smirk. He huffed and pushed himself harder, skidding around the corner that led to Kaltenecker’s pen. The cow barely acknowledged them and they barrelled in. They raced around the pasture, barking and nipping at each other playfully. Lance thumped to the ground when Allura bumped into his side, her Altean strength still remaining even in wolf form.

“Oh, Lance! I’m sorry!” she said worried stepping closer to him. He lifted his head off the ground and shook it to get rid of the grass that stuck to his fur.

“It’s fine Allura, I’ve been worse,” he said. She sighed fondly and laid beside him. Side by side, Allura looked quite a bit bigger than Lance. When he noticed this, his ears flattened and it almost looked like he had a pout on his face. Allura only puffed her chest out slightly and gave him a wolfish smirk. He ignored it and laid his head down on his paws, he wiggled slightly to press against Allura’s side.

“It’s almost like I’m laying with my big sister again,” he said quietly. Allura’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him in surprise. She noticed that he was tense as if waiting for her response.

“Well, I am older than you,” she started. She watched his ears swivel back slightly to listen to her, “and I do see you as a little brother,” she said affectionately. Lance turned to look at her and said nothing when he nuzzled under her chin before quickly laying back down in embarrassment. She said nothing and laid down beside him, with her head laying over his neck in a form of protective embrace.

It was nearing the end of the week when the prolonged form he was stuck in began to catch up to him. He felt tired, and nauseous and didn’t want anything to do with anyone or anything. He wandered through the halls and peeked into the lounge, he saw Coran trying to hook up the GameFlux that they bought in the mall. No one had been able to play it yet and he wanted to set it up for Pidge and Lance when he was back to normal.

“Oh, Lance,” he said with a smile when he heard a whine and felt a head being pressed against the back of his leg. He turned and frowned when he saw the sad state he was in. He was trembling where he stood and swaying unstably.

“I heard what Allura did yesterday,” he said gently stroking Lance behind the ears. Lance looked at him in confusion but once again found himself in shock when Coran started transforming before his eyes. He almost choked when he noticed that Coran still had a bit of his moustache even after transforming. It wasn’t especially noticeable but one his uncle back home had a handlebar moustache just like it so he knew what it looked like.

“How’s that?” Coran asked proudly. Lance looked at him with envious eyes. If he thought that Allura was big than Coran was gigantic. He easily towered over Lance and looked down at him with big blue eyes.

“Honestly, I forgot that shapeshifting was an Altean thing and not an Allura thing,” he deadpanned. Coran cocked his head at Lance’s tone, not used to the teen being this blank.

“What’s wrong my boy?” He asked with concern. Lance seemed to deflate in front of him.

“I’m not supposed to stay in this form for so long,” he admitted. “I feel disgusting, my head hurts, I’m tired, I just want to human again,”

Coran looked at him with pity and walked around him to lay down against the couch. Lance looked at him curiously. Coran gestured for him to come over with his snout, which he did after a brief pause.

“Lay down, Lance,” he said quietly. Lance curled up in front of Coran, letting the warmth of the other wolf surround him.

“I know that your mind is plaguing you just as much as your body, you can confide in me, son,” he said. Coran licked a stripe up between Lance’s ears, calming him slightly. Lance slowly relaxed laying his snout on his paws and letting Coran groom him quietly as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I miss Earth so much, I miss my family and my other friends,” he finally said. Coran didn’t stop, letting Lance continue his train of thought on his own.

“I’m angry at myself because I don’t miss them as much as I thought I should,” he admitted, which shocked Coran a bit. “Especially because you guys help me forget a lot of the time,”

“I’m glad that I can be of assistance,” Coran replied honestly.

“This whole week or movement I guess, has shown me how much everyone cares about me and that means so much to me,” he whispered. Coran wanted to say more to the paladin but it seemed like the restlessness finally caught up to Lance and he was out like a light. Coran laid his head down over top of the smaller wolf and curled around him tighter. He was glad he had this time with Lance, even though he would have a mouth full of fur when he transformed back.

They were all glad when the last night started ticking by. Lance wasn’t able to get himself up off the ground anymore, he was trembling too violently to attempt it. He had already thrown up everything in his stomach and they suspected that if he was human right now, he would be bawling his eyes out.

“Don’t worry bud, there’s not much longer until the sun rises,” Shiro said stroking the fur on his neck. It was worrisome that his tail didn’t even wag anymore, usually, it wagged just at his friends being nearby.

“Here buddy,” Hunk said throwing a blanket over top of him. He whined and tried to throw it off of himself. They didn’t want to cover him until they were close to sunrise, knowing that he would be overheated. Keith leaned over and weighed down both sides of the blanket, earning a snarl from Lance.

“Hey! Do you want everyone to see your dick?” He asked annoyed, scowling at the wolf. Lance huffed but didn’t try to remove the blanket again, even though they knew he had to be uncomfortable. His writhing suddenly came to a halt and he relaxed as he began shrinking and losing hair. They watched with relieved eyes as he reverted back to his human form.

“Hey, how you feeling?” Shiro asked brushing his hair out of his face. He could feel that he was soaked with sweat. He looked up at him with bleary eyes and gave him a small smile.

“Better,” he said with a raspy voice. They all let out sighs of relief and stood up from the ground.

“I’ll go get you some clothes,” Keith said looking at the blanket that was covering Lance’s now shivering body.

“You must be starving; you did throw everything up, I’ll get you some food goo,” Hunk said with sympathy taking note of Lance’s pale face.

“I’ll go with him and get some water pouches,” Pidge said nudging Hunk with her arm. She got a smile from Hunk and they turned towards the door.

“Coran and I will get the Castle off this quiznaking planet,” Allura said crossing her arms. Both Alteans nodded at each other as if they were about to destroy the planet for the hurt it brought their paladin.

“I guess I’m on Lance duty,” Shiro said. Lance huffed but didn’t stop him from smoothing his sweaty hair out of his face. Only when everyone was making their way out of the lounge did he perk up.

“Guys?” He called out hoarsely. They turned to him in question.

“Thank you for spending time with me this week and taking care of me,” he said gratefully. They all gave him soft smiles in return.

“Dude, you’re our family you don’t need to thank us for that,” Hunk stated softly. Lance leaned back with a smile as they left. He felt the ship start lifting off shortly after and couldn’t help but give a wide smile. As Shiro’s hand continued to card through his hair, he couldn’t help but be grateful for the people around him. Even though he was billions and billions of light years away from his biological family, he still had the family he made for himself.

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Hidden Enemies in the 12th house

Please Note: I don’t want this post to scare anyone. This is just a method I am trying out. Astrology shows us potentials, but it doesn’t have to be the end all truth.

A “dispositor” is the planet that rules the sign that another planet is in. For example, Venus would be the dispositor for Mars in Taurus. Jupiter and Neptune would both be dispositors of Saturn in Pisces.

Mars traditionally ruled Scorpio before Pluto was discovered by Percival Lowell.

Saturn traditionally ruled Aquarius before Uranus was discovered by William Herschel.

Jupiter traditionally ruled Pisces before Neptune was discovered (I’ve heard it is debatable who truly discovered Neptune first.)

Sun’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your father isn’t always thinking about what’s best for you. Your father might have been selfish in ways that were hurtful to you. You learn to be a better person and not fall into his behavioral patterns.

Moon’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your mother didn’t always raise you with your best interests in mind. Your mother might have been selfish and made you feel victimized. As you do your “shadow work”, you transcend any awful experiences, instead of allowing them to affect how you treat other people.

Mercury’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your siblings made you feel like you didn’t measure up. Watch our for young people who may try to manipulate you. Your mind can tap into the collective to gain inspiration if you ease your mind to be open to the universe.

Venus’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Women may try to manipulate you. Lovers make you feel victimized, and you’re meant to have relationships that bring out deep emotions. You gain appreciation for the beauty of the universe as you allow yourself to grow from tough relationships, releasing pettiness, grudges, and old heartbreaks.

Mars’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Men may make you feel victimized and it is up to you to find your own power. Something always seems to hold you back from feeling motivated and following thru with tasks, but as you do your “shadow work” and heal your inner world, you sabotage yourself less and you become more powerful. You are learning to move forward and fight for what is right in the most effective way, after you identify what drains your energy and the way of life that is best for you.

Jupiter’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Teachers, gurus, leaders, and healers might not be as grand as they seem. There are many psychics who con people out of their money, by making the client feel scared, so that they come back to them for more “healing” or advice. There is a huge grey area between genuine psychics/healers/gurus/teachers that truly help people, and the ones who kinda sorta help, but make the person/client feel invalidated, all the way down to “snake oil salesmen” who cold read people, and catch onto their desires. There are “gurus” and people claiming to be on a spiritual path who influence women to get in bed with them. Just watch out for leaders who don’t have your best interest in mind. Find your own truth, you are your own guru!

Saturn’s dispositor in the 12th house: Authority figures, people much older than you, bosses, your father, elderly family members, etc. may not have your best interest in mind. It may be tempting to ask for advice from someone you admire, but you might be inviting them to criticize you.  I had it happen to me where I had someone blame me for my “mistakes” without even listening to my whole story and how things came to happen. Remember that elderly people can be full of wisdom, but they can also be stuck to principles/ideas that do not work for everyone. Sometimes people who are older could be so stuck to their opinions that they refuse to be receptive to a young person. Find the wise crone within you and be very careful about revealing parts of your life to authority figures and elders.

Uranus’s dispositor in the 12th house: Rebels, badasses, geniuses, etc. might not be the best influences in your life, they could be manipulative, or lead to your own self undoing. Find the wildness within you and embrace it! Accept the parts of you that stray from the norm, as they lead you to your brilliance.

Neptune’s dispositor in the 12th house: Your desire for escapism can become a self-undoing. This is another case where a person could be prone to snake oil salesmen, as well as gurus, and psychics who cause damage to a client/student/follower without owning up to it. When a healer or psychic gives a session and says something inappropriate or damaging, and the client calls them out/stands up for themselves, the healer might say something like, “Ask yourself why that hurt so that your healing process can start”, instead of holding themselves accountable for saying something inaccurate/uncalled for. Over the course of my life, I’ve had over a dozen psychic readings, (maybe a lot more than that) some left me feeling invalidated, and some were wonderful. Choose wisely who you allow to read for you ;). Neptune is full of deception… Psychics are ruled by Neptune, perhaps therapists could be as well. Clients come to these people in their weakest hour, and sometimes they get taken advantage of.

Side note: if a psychic, astrologer, teacher, guru, healer, etc. actually cares about whether you are satisfied with your reading/session, that’s a good sign. Many healers will mirror any dissatisfaction back to the client, making the client feel like it is their fault, I’ve heard of this happening. Some psychics will insist they are correct about what they perceive about someone’s life, instead of accepting it when the client tells them they’re wrong. I absolutely love the metaphysical community, but it comes with just as much deception as it does wisdom.

Pluto’s dispositor in the 12th house: Someone who you perceive as magnetic, seductive, and influential might actually be self serving, or just not that great of a person for you to associate with. For example, maybe you have Pluto in Sagittarius, the dispositor would be Jupiter, then maybe you have Jupiter in the 12th. Another example, you have Pluto in Libra, and you have Venus in the 12th.

Rocket Men: Part One

Summary: Internationally celebrated crew of Patriot Three, a rag-tag group of astronauts, assimilate back into life on Earth after months in space.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Chris “Thor” Odinson, Tom “Loki” Odinson, Wanda Mamixoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and more.

Warnings: space related nerdery, violence, sex, drugs, drinking, cheating, lying, humor, angst, language, sadness, happiness, and more. Reader beware.

Author’s Note: Well, well, well. Here we are, sitting on the brink of the future. I (among of a bunch of you) am obsessed with space. I wanted to be an astronaut as a child but it turns out, you have to like… know stuff… to go to space so I will forever be stuck to planet Earth. So, second best, you get a series where I live out my fantasies of being apart of the NASA/Space exploration family.

Please note: This series is set in the year 2060 and it is really, really, really the definition of an “au” (alternate universe), so much so… you could call it… original content. **GASP.**

I got a lot of feedback about this series and I am super excited to see it come to life. Not only will I be posting the main story line, I will be creating other things to really bring my ‘verse to life like: interviews with the astronauts, profiles, letters, articles, etc.

I’m sorry @vintagevalentinexx. <3

Enjoy, Earthlings. -Ash

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anonymous asked:

reddie prompt: date night (sry its technically 2 words lmao) ♥️♥️♥️

hello anon-friend! this took so long, right? this was one of the first prompts i got and it’s literally been a hundred years since you sent it. i’m v sorry about that. this is uuuh… reddie fake-boyfriends? sort of? there are… i mean there’s a date so. it fits imo. thank you for the prompt, i hope you like it!

It’s an accident, all of it, but it’s still definitely his mother’s fault. It starts with Eddie, sitting at the coffee table in his living room, doing his homework, minding his own business. It starts with his mother, drifting into the room and sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels so rapidly Eddie knows immediately she wants to ask him something awful. Or tell him something awful. Or just be awful in general. His grip on his pencil tightens. He presses his fingers to the centre of his textbook, where the pages meet the spine, so hard it creaks and he’s pretty sure Stan would act like he’d killed a man if he could see it. He thinks the bones of books are just as important as the bones of people. It’s probably part of the reason he and Mike and Ben get on so well. And then his mother takes a breath and Eddie steels himself.

“Sweetheart,” she says, “when are you going to bring a girl home?”

Eddie is so startled he drops his pencil. “Uh,” he says, stupidly. “Never, because of all the… I mean because of diseases, STDs… right? Isn’t that… I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?”

She laughs. Eddie feels a little bit like someone’s about to step out from behind a shelf waving a camcorder. Probably Richie, though God knows how he would’ve got his mother in on it. She hates his guts.

“It’s just a little unusual,” she continues, her eyes never leaving the TV screen. “A boy your age. And, well, there are some nice girls in the neighbourhood, aren’t there? Millie Rhodes across the street is a lovely girl, and pretty.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He feels strange, twisted inside, like his blood’s on fire. A boy his age. What the fuck? What the fuck. Is he supposed to agree to this? Oh sure, mum, I’ll just trot across the road and ask Millie fucking Rhodes to prom. Like she doesn’t already think he’s the biggest loser on the planet. Like she isn’t one of Greta’s gang, still trying to make Bev’s life hell after all this time. Like asking a girl out is something he’d ever actually do anyway. What the fuck. It’s not like he’s over the hill, just seventeen and single. He shuts his textbook, sandwiching the pencil between the pages, and he stands up, muttering a quiet goodnight to his mother, and he goes to his room and tries to forget about it.

Sonia Kaspbrak has other ideas. Every single day she’ll mention some girl she’s met at church or at the market or at the fucking drugstore. A girl who is sweet and pretty and clean. A knee-socks girl in Keds and a pleated skirt. Eddie’s sure they’re all lovely, except Millie Rhodes, but… he tries to think about things like dating and kissing and sexuality as little as possible, because it’s easier that way. Because if he thinks about it then he might find an answer to all his fear, which is somehow even scarier. But she doesn’t seem to even notice his discomfort and she brings up the possibility of him dating at every chance she can get and Eddie feels a little bit like he’s drowning.

He brings Richie home with him one day, hoping he might act as a sort of buffer. Maybe Eddie’s mum will see him and stop talking about girls for one goddamn second and he’ll make it a whole day without hearing about any of it. A whole day without the threat of romance. Twenty four perfect hours.

“”M home, mum,” he calls, opening the front door. “Richie’s here.”

“I know I’m a little early for our date, Mrs K., but-” starts Richie, before Eddie pinches him viciously in the side and he squeaks to a stop.

“Eddie, come here,” says his mother.

He moves into the living room, Richie half a step behind him, and he resists the urge to put his hands behind his back, straighten his shoulders, press his feet together. She doesn’t look at Richie. Eddie resists the urge to grab him and push him at her, so she’s forced to acknowledge he exists.

“Eddie, I’ve set up a date for you,” she says. “With Millie Rhodes. Her mother is very excited.”

For a moment, Eddie doesn’t really know what to do. He stares at her. He stares at her and next to him Richie has gone still too, like a statue, more frozen than Richie Tozier ever has any right to be. He’s going to say something in a second, thinks Eddie, desperately. He’s going to say something weird and funny and I’m going to realise that this is real life and I really, really don’t want it to be real fucking life, oh my god-

“Richie’s my boyfriend,” blurts Eddie, caught on his panic, and he grabs Richie’s hand and tugs him to his side. There’s a deafening silence, broken only by Eddie’s mum’s ragged breathing. Her eyes are impossibly wide. Richie’s hand is warm.

“That I am,” says Richie, breaking through it all, pulling Eddie more firmly against his side, slinging his arm around his shoulders. “Sweethearts, me and Eds, a new thing, but inevitable, like the heat death of the universe.”

“What?” whispers Eddie’s mum, her eyes returned to their normal size, looking like she might start to scream at any second.

“Okay, so, we’re gonna… we’re gonna go,” says Eddie, hurriedly, and he throws himself out of the room and up the stairs, pulling Richie behind him.

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Humans are weird: The Forgotten World

*Quick note before I start: This is the 2nd installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 13, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

Jeanne had been sitting for nearly half an hour in stony silence glaring at the Turic across from her. She had been in interrogation rooms before, never one this nice though. Her eyes kept taking in the room any time he looked away as she scanned for anything she could use as a weapon. She had never had to fight a Turic, or any alien really, but it paid to be prepared.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything? Food? Water? Our scans indicate that you are lacking in several nutrients required by humans for optimal health.”

The door opened and a human woman she didn’t recognize came in. Of course they would use a human to be the “bad cop”. Well this slag wouldn’t get anything out of her.

“Thank’s for keeping her company Kit’cha, took forever to get here.” The woman smiled at the Turic and they did some kind of secret handshake before the Turic left the room. The woman turned to Jeanne and smiled again before sitting down. “Sorry to keep you waiting Miss…” she glanced at the file on the desk “Jeanne. Do you have a last name or something you prefer to be called?”

Jeanne met the questions with more silence.

“I understand that re-acclimating to interstellar society can be rough, but that’s why I’m here. My name is Kiara Williams and I am the special liaison between the galactic council and what’s being called ‘The Lost Colonies’. I just want to assure you that we’re all here to help and you don’t have to be scared of any of the alien races you’ll see aboard this station, they’re all friendly, especially the Turics like Kit’cha.”

Jeanne settled back into her surprisingly comfortable chair with her arms folded and glared at Kiara. It had taken her years to perfect this look and it felt like a waste to use it on someone as soft as her, but she knew better than to give any information to a cop, or worse, a shrink. Kiara, for her part, just smiled again and made a note in the file.

“I get it, I do. Finding out that there are other alien races out there and that you’re part of a larger galactic community can be a little jarring. When my colony was found it took years for some of my closest family to warm up to those outside our species, but now that we’ve opened up to the galactic community we’ve managed to make huge strides in settling worlds that were previously thought to be inhospitable and exploring some of the unknown reaches. We don’t know much yet about your colony, but I’m sure we can learn a lot from each other.”

Jeanne ground her teeth together as she mulled over what Kiara had said. There was a long moment of silence before Jeanne finally spoke.

“I already know about the aliens, and about other humans, never saw them of course. You keep saying lost colony and shit. Are you telling me you don’t know why we were on that planet?”

Kiara shook her head and spun the file around so Jeanne could read it. “From what I was told on my way here, there was an underground human colony detected on a planet orbiting a red dwarf star. Apparently the communication array was destroyed several hundred Sols ago and the surface was inhospitable to human life due to the high levels of radiation from the nearby star. We only detected it due to the unique formations on the surface that corresponded to human architecture. We assumed that it was a self sustaining scientific outpost that had managed to get stranded. As usual the rest of the search team was surprised anyone could live there until they realized that it was humans. It’s unfortunate that we don’t have records of your colony though.”

Jeanne narrowed her eyes but uncrossed her arms as she looked over the file. Either this Kiara was one helluva bullshit artist or they genuinely didn’t know what PX-9 was.

“We were never a research colony or any of that shit. PX-9 is blacksite prison run by EarthGov. My father says that the warden robots destroyed the comms array and the transport during a riot a few generations back. We’ve been stuck on that prison ever since. A few riots later and we managed to take out the warden robots too. That was a long time ago. Doesn’t matter though. We found the databases and prison logs. According to EarthGov law, anyone born in that prison is automatically guilty of their parent’s crimes so I’m stuck there. You seem like a nice person. You should probably take me back before they find a reason to lock you up too, if they haven’t already.”

Kiara’s jaw dropped as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I’m so sorry Jeanne, both your people and to you personally. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be born into that, but I want you to know that you don’t have to go back if you don’t want. No one will make you. EarthGov hasn’t existed for over 200 Sols.”

From the outside Jeanne appeared as composed as she had all day. Someone who knew her well enough would have recognized the twitch in her lip and would have known to take a few steps back. On the inside her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. What did she mean EarthGov didn’t exist? Jeanne had spent a long time learning to read people, it was an important skill to have when you needed to know who you could trust in a fight. Kiara didn’t seem to be lying about any of this. Could she trust Kiara? IF she could trust Kiara, what would happen to the people on PX-9 once whatever government was in place found out about it? “Suppose I believe you. What now? What happens to me and my family?”

Kiara smiled again, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “When EarthGov fell we lost a lot of records of colonies, research outposts and apparently prisons as well. Most of them still had communications, but some either lost them or purposefully never set them up to avoid the government so we keep finding pockets of humanity in the most surprising places. I was on one of those planets 20 sols ago and ever since I’ve been one of the specialists they call in to help people find their way in the galactic community. I don’t know yet where we can send you if you don’t want to stay on PX-9 though there are plenty of beautiful worlds I’ve found that could use the ‘human touch’ if you and your family are willing. First though, we would like to know more about you and your society.”

“Leaving would be… good. I want that in writing.”

Kiara nodded “Will do. I’ll send a message to my contacts on the galactic council and get set up with some priority transport ships to get as many people offworld as want to leave. We’ll find a planet that will work for you and your people. Several if necessary. Also I can personally guarantee you that no one will be held accountable for the actions of their ancestors, that’s just not the way we do things anymore.”

“What- What if” Jeanne’s voice broke for a moment as some darker thoughts came rushing in. “What if we did some things that might be against the law of your galactic council. I’m not saying I did, just that suppose someone like me had to do something, something they’re not proud of, in order to get by. What then?”

Kiara thought for a moment before finally speaking. “We haven’t run into this situation before. PX-9 is the first, and hopefully only, prison colony we’ve found so far. I would hope though that we can use this to set a positive precedent and grant some kind of clemency for people unjustly imprisoned by a defunct government. I’ll have to get clearance but as long as someone that ‘had to do certain things in order to get by’ is able to abide by the laws of the Galactic Republic then I think we should be able to work something out.”

The only thing holding Jeanne together at this point was a lifetime of conditioning to suppress her emotions.

“I still have a few cycles before we’re back in comms range of the council so we’ve got some time. I understand you’ve got a lot to process so if you don’t want to talk that’s fine but at some point before you leave I’d like to know more about you and your society. It will help us find out how to best help you find your place in the galaxy.”

Jeanne’s mouth twitched up, starting to form a smile. She stood up from the table and took Kiara’s hand. “Get it for me in writing shrink. Then we’ll talk.”

Langst Mini Fic #3 (Part 1)

Idea: Emotional Imbalance

“Pardon me but I have a question about your Blue Paladin…was he…a victim of torture?”

Allura and Shiro both stopped their movements when they heard the question. They both stiffened from where they were sitting when the question finally registered in their minds. Why would he ask something like that?

They landed on a planet that the Paladins dubbed as the alien version of “Avatar”. Hunk briefly explained to Allura that back in their home there was this show that centers about people that could control elements like water, earth, fire and air. This was their reasons why they gave such name for the latest planet they were trying to talk to an alliance. The people of this planet embodies the elements found in their homeland. Some were made of the four basic elements of Earth while others were new for the Paladins. Just like now, Allura and Shiro were talking to General Neal and his body was formed in a stalagmite structure but with a lava coloring.

“May I ask why you think so, General?” ever the diplomatic, Allura stole a glance to Shiro before shifting her attention back to the General.

“I’m sorry, I know my question is quite offensive but we do need to consider the mentality of your soldiers. We have previous experience about unattended situation concerning mental health.”

Shiro’s eyes became guarded when this was said. They never truly tackled the topic of mental and emotional health when they became Paladins. Heck, even him that was considered the Voltron leader always try his best to forget his obvious PTSD (something that was very difficult to do in the first place).

“I assure you General Neal that our Blue Paladin is in perfect health, mentally and physically speaking.” Shiro intervened for Allura’s sake. Though deep down he knew that there was something wrong with Lance. It was not glaringly obvious, it was more like a hunch in Shiro’s part and he has no concrete evidence for what he was feeling. For all of them, Lance seems to be happily content to where he was and whatever he was doing.

“Are you telling me that the Blue Paladin is always so cheerful? I haven’t even seen or heard him snapped on the little ones and trust me, even the kindest of us can get angry towards the unruly little ones.”

“Yes,” Allura smiled when she remembered how they, she supposed children, flocked around Lance and her Paladin gave them the attention they wanted from him, “he is always like that.”

“I hope you are not lying to me, Princess Allura. We have a case before where our people who had been victim of slavery forget that they can cry or even be angry.” General Neal stood up and walked towards the glass window where he could safely gaze down on the other Paladins. His eyes specifically landed on the subject of his question. There was something about the Blue Paladin that rubbed him the wrong way. Not the wrong way that the Paladin might be an enemy but more like a child who was trying to be brave even if in reality they were really scared. “I really hope you are not lying.” the General repeated again when he saw the little ones accidentally caught the Blue Paladin’s hair on fire.


Pidge knew that there was something wrong with Lance. But this knowledge was more like a gut feeling and Pidge’s logical mind could not accept such thing as ‘gut feeling’. They needed concrete evidence, quiznack they might even do the scientific process just to get a sliver of science on what was happening on Lance. No human could be so content to what they have especially if you were a human stuck in space.

Yes, Pidge knew that Lance was the type of person that needed physical effection. Something that Pidge could not really give without snapping or being high with emotions. Pidge knew that only Hunk and Coran (or even the mice) could satisfy even for a bit the physical cravings Lance sometimes needed. But as the team progress the busier each of them get and the more Lance was left by himself.

Lance could not even spar with Keith without making things awkward between them. Well, it was awkward for Keith while Lance was just plainly confused on why the Red Paladin was acting so uncomfortably whenever he was around. The reason might be what happened a week ago when Keith just exploded and the first person he lashed out to was Lance. Shiro tried to mediate but Keith was a ball of fire and Lance might be the only one to get him snapped out of it (based on the theory between water and fire, Pidge supplied in their mind). Lance just stared at them and when it became obvious that Keith has nothing more to say he beamed happily towards them and said:

“So that is where I am wrong! Do you mind showing me how it works?”

The rest of them was dumbfounded after Lance said it. The words was said with a blindingly happy smile that Pidge was tempted to put shades to protect their eyes.

Keith turned tomato red. Maybe it was because, for once, Lance kept a level head. Maybe it was because he just realized what he had done. Maybe it was because he knew he was in the wrong. Whatever it was, it made Keith to be even more awkward than before when it comes to Lance.

(To be Continued o(〒﹏〒)o )

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#1 / #2 / #3 (Part 1) / #3 (Part 2) / #4 / #5 / #6 / #7 / #8

The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

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EXO Demon!AU Reaction to them all being destined to be with one girl

Xoxo, Admin A~

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*Demons can love, but they happen to be more than unlucky, they happen to have lost their hope, yet they still love… love with everything they’ve got* “Maybe… you are what they call hope, we don’t know it… but we’ve heard of it. Maybe you are my salvation… maybe you are the one”


*Some would call him a guardian, some would tell you to stay away, some would say to run away. But he is the one watching you in the distance, no matter how much you insist you want to be close. He’s too scared, scared you’ll end up leaving him too* “That’s the kind of life we demons have, but you are the only thing I can’t lose. I can’t survive it and I’m scared my own lack of luck will push you away”


*He’s the definition of mischief, he’s dangerous, he tempts you, he sneaks at night and watches you sleep. He disappears, makes you miss him while he tries to control his demon side and let you live your normal life. Yet he can’t stay away, the connection between you two is strong* “Even if I’m a demon, do you think I would be able to hurt you? You the one that has proven I have a heart? No matter what I do I can’t stay away and you can’t either. We always come back to each other”


*He would sneak in your dreams, make it seem he’s just an illusion. He would watch you from the shadows yet never show you his face. He would be there but not. He’s a demon, he’s selfish and wants you all by himself but the love is too strong, he knows the’s too dark to be good for you* “Maybe… one day it’ll be possible… maybe one day I won’t be that scary… you want to meet me but are you really sure of what you are wishing? Do you know what my existence means?“


*He would hide it, try to control his dark self. But the bad runs in his veins, he has that reputation at school. Yet he wouldn’t dare to hurt you, even if that means staying away. But he can’t, he can’t just sit and watch other people getting close when you, as strange as it is, are his soulmate* “No one… no one hurts her. Not even you, or me. Got it? She’s the only light a demon can have, she’s the only reason I haven’t fallen deeper in the abyss. She’s my soulmate and I will protect her”


*It’s been centuries, it’s been so long since the last time he was awake. He was reckless, dangerous, feared. The rumor he finally woke up again spread fast, they all fear the chaos may come again. And it might, but there’s a reason for his awakening. Redemption, salvation, you.* “I felt it the moment she arrived to this world, I felt her heart beating just as if it were mine. In all my demon life, this is the first time I felt alive.”


*He’s that kind of boy that gives you chills, his gaze paralyzes you and tells you to run, run fast, run away. But he’s like a magnet too, he’s the mystery you always wanted to solve, he’s the reason you stay awake at night. Just to see him, see how he appears in front of your window taking all the light in his hands and watches you, watches you as if it were the last time he would see you.* “You want to know who I am, what I am. You want to show me that light can be used in many different ways, that the darkness doesn’t scare you. Do you know I love you, me a demon that can’t love? Would you believe it if I walk to your room and let you see me closely?”


*You are drawn to him, you can’t help ti. It’s like being thirsty, like your whole body is thirsty, your soul craves for him. And so is he, he’s feeling, finally feeling. But he’s scared, scared it would be too much to take in, too much for you* “for centuries I haven’t felt a thing, and suddenly this all comes in. It’s too strong, too strong to take it all in. What if… what if in my passion I mess it all? I create the chaos I once did… but this time you get caught in it?”


*He’s a demon… yes he is one and you know. But he is also fighting his demons, literally. Once a demon has found redemption, once a demon has found that hope you give him, you and him become a target. A demon that feels, how could that be? You are a threat in their world, because his need to protect you, his strong love makes him even more dangerous* “I can’t leave your side, I can’t pretend I’m not drawn to you. But my love means you are in danger, my love means chaos. I don’t want that life for you, but is your choice to make… will you accept that we are soulmates?”


*Doing everything in his power to have you is just the beginning. A love that is not supposed to exist, a love that is forbidden. He knows what it means, he knows it could be his end, or the beginning of a new life. He never felt warmth, never felt something similar to the need of his soul for you, never even imagine he would feel a thing at all.* “You changed it all, you changed the definition of demons, you changed the meaning of my life if it ever had one, you changed my existence. Who are you? Who am I? What are we? Soulmates? Even in this hell, there are things worth fighting for. Even after being stuck here for centuries, I can escape. All thanks to you, my love”


*How can it be, that his beautiful existence is also so dark. How can it be that the light you see in his eyes is caused only by you. He had explained a million times and yet you can’t understand how he can be so scared of himself, how he calls himself a dark being. You were never scared, he was always a part of you, and no matter what his nature meant, you were meant to be together. Nothing can change that, nothing will set you apart* “this is the moment I can say that it all was worth the suffering, everything I had encounter during this long life was worth it, because at the end… I could finally find you, my heart.”


*It was be hard, getting close to him. It was dangerous, making him show you his face. It was scary, knowing all the rumors, myths and legends were real. But it never made you run away, you couldn’t. Something inside told you to stay, to help his lonely soul. And the you understood, the reason behind demons’ nature. The lack of affection, the lack of love and light. It’s all because they don’t know what humans do, that there’s always someone for us* “You knew but I didn’t… I wandered on this world for so long without a purpose, questioning why I lived. Until I saw your eyes, it all made sense. Why I was so different from the other creatures in this planet, I didn’t know, I didn’t know someone was meant to be with me”

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Psh Soulmates! (Lucifer x Reader)

Lucifer x reader 

Word Count: 555 (damn it! So close!)

Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human hating, spiteful archangel?

 A/n: hey, I felt bad for leaving y'all without anything for almost three weeks so here’s a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy it cus I found it quite funny in my sleep deprived state lol Let me know if you want a part two!! Ps. This is being posted from my phone so I’ll format it tomorrow lol k bye enjoy for now!

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“What are you thinking about?” 

“You,” I said monotonously. 

“That’s cute,” Lucifer laughed. “And how all the ways you could kill me right now,” I continued, still not looking at the angel next to me. 

“Excuse me?” “You could kill me in a hundred different ways right now,” I repeated now looking over at him. Lucifer looked confused and a little hurt. “I would never-“

 “Why wouldn’t you,”

 “Because ” 

“Because some psychic freak said so? She couldn’t see you were the devil, pretty sure she was just spouting off random shit to get her money’s worth,” 

“You realise that physic freak was a messenger right? One of Dad’s personal mail men,” 

“So?” I exclaimed, jumping up from my bed, “Why would the big G.O.D care about me and why the hell would he care about you!”

“Watch your tongue,” Lucifer growled angrily, he stood up slowly and squared me up, standing to his full height. I looked up at him with the same anger, lashing like flames in my eyes.

 “Don’t tell me what to do,” I snarled.

 “Don’t insult me,”

 “Don’t insult me!“ I shouted back. 

“Humans!” Lucifer exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air and pacing to the other side of the room, “This is why I can’t stand you little cockroaches, you never know when to do what you’re told!” 

“Excuse me but the entire reason you were cast down from heaven in the first place was because you didn’t do as you were told!" 

“You can’t compare me to you mud monkeys!” 

“Well, I just did, I sassed, "Just because you have a pair of wings and a broken halo does not make you any better than me or anyone else on this planet!” 

“I don’t have a halo,” Lucifer snapped. “And we’ve gone off topic. Why would I kill you?” 

“You explained that yourself didn’t you,” I said with a sigh, “You hate humans, you hate every human in this world why would I be an exception. I don’t do anything special. I am literally no body,” 

“You’re my soulmate whether you like it or not Y/n,” 

“I don’t like it!” 

“Well tough, you’re stuck with me now,” We both glared at each other hard, breathing heavy and the air was thick was anger and tensions. Then we sat back down and carried on watching the show that was on the tv before like nothing happened. “What would happen if I sold my soul?" 

"I wouldn’t let that happen,” 

“But if I did,” 

“I’d get it out of Hell, you realise that I created Hell right. I can stop people becoming demons and I can make people demons,” 

“So? I could persuade a demon to hide my soul from you,” 

“You wouldn’t know that first thing about dealing with demons,”

 “Really? They sound easy,” I shrugged. 

“Fine, you know what, I’ll give you two days to try and sell your soul. See how far you get,” 

“Oh really?” 

“Really,” Lucifer smirked, cocking his eyebrow up and standing up to me with his hands on his hips, 

“You just tell them who you are and I’m sure they’ll do whatever you want,” 

“Fine then, two days it’s on!”

“Wait, you’re actually going?” Lucifer grabbed my arm as I walked past him, I laughed and shrugged him off, 

“Well, yeah. A challenge is a challenge Lucifer. If soulmates are meant to be similar in personality then you’ll know I would never back down from a challenge. Especially not one as fun as this,” 

“You could get hurt,” 

“And you’ll fix me again, it’s kind of what we do know apparently,” 

“You’re insufferable,” 

“Right back at you, wings,” 

“Don’t call me that!” 

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Strangers In One Bed (Tom Holland imagine)

Pairing: reader x Tom Holland

Summary: You and Tom Holland end up in the same bed. But not for the sexiest of reasons.

Word count: 1,249

Warnings: Some swearing. Surprisingly, this isn’t smut.

Your car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

Your battery died. It was getting darker, and the heavy clouds carried a lot more than just a promise of rain.

Without a phone, but with an absolutely awful sense of direction, you had to walk on the side of a highway. An empty highway. It felt like you just missed an apocalypse and the rest of humanity had gone extinct. Oh, you should’ve known this day was destined to be a disaster when the alarm clock awakened you at 5 am. On a Saturday.

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cosmically fond. #1

Originally posted by haru-haru10

drabble #1.

  • pairing: alien!taehyung x reader.
  • genre: fluff galore.
  • words: 1.520
  • summary: you help taehyung battle a devious enemy.

–> #2

“Human! Human, you must help me at once!”

On a quiet Saturday afternoon - a rare day off you had acquired from your usual hectic and bustling schedule – your small apartment was once again interrupted by the deep, gravelly voice you had grown so familiar with over the past five, long months.

Without tearing your gaze from the pages of the worn book nestled on your lap, the words practically begging for you to keep your attention solely on them; to not look up at the current hustling body running into your room in a rather frantic state, you sighed deeply in return.

“Human! I am under attack! The enemy is fighting back with lethal force.”

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Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) 14

A/N: Since all of you are being so kind today, I decided to post the next chapter early! Enjoy you beautiful people!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

“Time to get out this room, Philip,” You said, striding to the desk. He looked up, frowning at you. He was finally changed out of his blood-stained clothing, wearing the clothes that you bought the boys when they were small. “You need to see the outside of this room, and it’s going to happen today. I told you, I’d give you two weeks. You have to face the world you’re in.”

His scrunched up his face, “But Y/N-“

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everything-anime-posts  asked:

Do you know the song words fail from dear Evan hansen? Because if you do please do a langst fic on that if you're taking requests


Now I haven’t listened to Dear Evan Hansen before but I did enjoy this song 
(Despite The Fact That I Was Confused AF) 

Words Fail 

(I don’t own the video)

“Lance!? Can you hear me?” It was Shiro, his voice filled Lance’s ears as he attempted to lift his head from his location in Blue. 

I never meant to make it such a mess.  

Lance had lost control, he lost his connection with Blue. He wasn’t sure what happened everything was going so well, him and Blue were in perfect sync. Yet one mistake, one tiny slip up and Lance was being tossed half way across a galaxy. 

I never thought that it would go this far.

He opened his ocean blue eyes, scanning the cockpit. Everything was thrown everywhere and red filled Blue’s screen, Altean words filling his vision. “Blue? Can you hear me?” Silence, he didn’t get a response, the only thing filling his ears were warning beeps telling him things he didn’t understand.

“Lance! It’s so good to hear your voice.” Hunk’s voice cracked slightly, indicating he was slightly panicking.   

“Where are you?” Pidge’s voice was firm yet small and Lance couldn’t will the words to flow out of his mouth. 

So I just stand here sorry. Searching for something to say

“You’re not fit to be a paladin of Voltron.” Lance couldn’t figure out who was talking at first, the voice was raspy and sounded off to him. The atmosphere in Blue became heavy and Lance felt cold all of a sudden. “The team is only looking for you so they can have the Blue Lion. They don’t care about you.” 

“Who are you?” Lance’s voice was cracky, his throat felt raw. 

“You know who I am paladin.” Lance’s eyes widened at the voice and he felt fear consume him.  

“The witch.” 

Words fail, words fail. There’s nothing I can say.

He was speechless, how did she get inside of Blue? Inside his head. Lance threw his helmet off his head, ignoring his team’s questions on who he was talking too and fought to bring air into his lungs. “Get out.” 

A laugh, a simple laugh and Lance felt shivers go down his spine. “Do you really think that the team wants you? That they actually view you are a valuable member of the team? They don’t see you as anything more than a placeholder.” 

Lance covered his ears, praying to block out the witches voice. “You’re lying!”

“Am I?”

I guess I thought I could be part of this. I never had this kind of thing before.

Lance shook his head violently, she was lying he knew she was but something about her voice got to him. Maybe it was because Blue had gone quite, or the fact that Lance knew he was the 7th wheel. 

“You’ve never been wanted since day one. You’ve always been the one in the way. Never contributing to anything. You hide the fact that your relationship with your family is strained and that you’re the reason everything fell apart on Earth. That you’re the reason you and your friends are stuck in space with no return to your home planet.” The witch laughed and Lance could feel panic build up as the words sunk in. 

I never had the dad who stuck it out. No corny jokes or baseball gloves. No mom who just was there. ‘Cause mom was all that she had to be.  

Lance dug his fingers into his scalp, “shut up! You’re wrong!” He knew she was lying, he knew that she was trying to get under his skin, and it was working. Lance was attempting to denying it but she was playing with his insecurities. 

“You’ve never had the perfect life, you’ve never had the perfect day but how could you? You’re no one on the team. The Black paladin is the fearless leader, the Red paladin is the best pilot. The Green paladin is the brains of the team and the Yellow paladin is the mechanic. You can’t even fly the castle, you bring nothing to the team.” Her words seemed to get louder, driving home what Lance didn’t want to believe. 

Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted. And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had. 

“Stop this! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Lance felt like he couldn’t breath, his head was pounding and he knew his attempts to stop the witch had no effect on her. 

“Then you pretend, you’re always pretending never telling anyone the truth. You act like they don’t bother you, but they broke you. They shattered you to pieces and you’ll never be whole again.” Her voice was a whisper but it felt as though she was breathing down his neck. 

No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts. Pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am. ‘Cause then I don’t have to look at it

Lance stopped fighting her, he couldn’t bring himself to deny what she was saying. He knew that she was stretching the truth, he knew that the team cared about him. He knew that he played a role in the team but he had yet to figure that role out. 

“So tell me Blue paladin, why do you hide from your team? Do you not trust them enough to open up to them? Or do you already know that they won’t care?” Her voice started to move away from Lance and he silently prayed that she was leaving. 

Before I lead with the worst of me, I never let them see the worst of me. ‘Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?

Lance kept his eyes shut, feeling tremors move across his body. He finally broke. He thought that he could deny what she was saying but he was never strong when it came to things like this, he could never push away the lies. 

All I ever do is run. 

“Just keep what I said in mind, I’ll see you soon paladin.” Hagger laughed and everything became quiet. Heat slowly came back around Lance and everything felt lighter. The beeps were still going off but Lance couldn’t bring himself to care. Slowly he brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them and burying his face in them. 

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, letting the words that the witch said repeat in his mind. He wasn’t aware when the other lions appeared around Blue and gently brought them back to the hanger. He wasn’t even aware of Hunk entering Blue and asking him if he was okay. Even if he was he had no words, even if he did words failed, don’t they?

Ahhh I hope you like it! This appeared in my head as I listened to the song!

Thank you!!!!!!


❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #26

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

I’m gonna try to get back to doing these on Friday nights. Warning: Lots of hurt!Lance this time. There was plenty to choose from in the gen category, so of course my biases got heavy play. I had a good time, but this list will be even more unbalanced than usual.

Also, it has now been officially half a year of weekly rec lists, though I’ve actually been doing it longer than that, since it keeps being more than a week between each one. The title is a lie. But I am still pretty proud of myself. I thought I would get bored and quit doing these a long time ago, but I haven’t.

As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Words:  7,615 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary:  “They either surrender the Black Lion to us, or we will kill the Paladin we’ve captured in the most painful way possible. They will hear his screams and they will come. They would not so easily abandon one of their own. And then the Black Lion will be yours. Should the ploy fail… well, then there will be one less Paladin in existence.” No pairings, major whumpage, Langst
My Comments: Starting the list right off with my biases. I don’t quite agree with the Keith characterization in this one, and the woobie is pretty strong, but it’s very well-written and there is the promise of LOTS of delicious hurt/comfort down the road, so I’m in it to win it.

Lance Makes a Space Sandwich by ArcaneAdagio
Words: 3,999
Author’s Summary: Lance goes through an galaxy space quest to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, dragging along an unwilling Hunk and Pidge. Will they be able to make their sandwich? Can they survive? Will Lance stop making terrible guns and finger gunning at the same time? Will they learn about the power of friendship? (Spoilers: the answer to the last two questions are ‘no.’)
My Comments: Garrison Trio! How I love them! Very fun and cute action fic. (Also PB&J is divine, how dare you question it.)

you were never on your own by derheck
Words: 1,763
Author’s Summary: Lance knew how to throw damn good parties. And that’s what they all needed. A damn good party. And what better reason to throw a damn good party than to celebrate everyone’s favorite green paladin growing one year older? Better yet- it wasn’t just going to be a party. He was going all out. He was going to throw Pidge a fucking space quinceañera.
My Comments: So cuuuute. Love Lance being supportive of his teammates, and especially doing something nice for Pidge, daww. She deserves a big ol’ party, for sure.

Pieces of Cake by Cardigan_Quincy
Words: 2,990
Author’s Summary: It’s Pidge’s birthday, and the team is determined to make it a great day. Meanwhile on Earth and in a Galra prison camp, two other characters hold their own private birthday celebrations for her.(Just a one-shot. Pre-S2. Feminine pronouns for Pidge. ~Quincy)
My Comments: Much sadder than the last fic, but also feels very true to the characters. Pidge’s family is definitely the most splintered of the paladins’ and it’s sad to think about the people who aren’t there for her birthday because they can’t be. But they remember each other, in the sweetest and most poignant way.

A Song of Storm and Ice by BreakTheDawn
Words: 20,565 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Quintessence.It’s the basis of everything right? Integral to the very nature of Voltron. They all have it, it means something for all of them, regardless of whether or not they realize it. So would it not follow that they should learn how to use it?AkaThe Voltron team goes to undertake an ancient training program to learn more about their Lions and themselves, and of course shit happens.
My Comments: Actually a sequel to a previously recced fic, so you might want to read that one first, but this one is super good, too. Much more of an ensemble feel, though still a bit of a focus on Lance. And the worldbuilding in this one slays. So many cool ideas. Can’t wait to see what happens, and it’s updating a LOT, with very long chapters. My idea of a good time.

The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)
Words: 75,271 (WIP 16/?)
Author’s Summary: From the void of space to the heart of a deeply-buried secret of the Galra Empire, the search for Shiro leads Keith on a voyage that he never expected, wanted - or realized he needed. Its just a question of whether he can escape, when its all over - or whether he will even want to. Tags will be added as the work proceeds.
My Comments: I haven’t finished reading what’s available on this one yet, but this fic is AMAZING. Absolutely incredible worldbuilding for the Galra. Mind the tags, but don’t let them intimidate you. Keith gets thrown into a very horrifying and terrifying situation against his will, but as the story goes on you find that it’s about just another group of unique misfits learning to get along and find family in each other. The twist I just read left me utterly breathless, and as soon I finish this list I’m gonna get back to reading the story. AWESOME fic. This kind of stuff is why I just don’t bother with published fiction anymore. I can find far more satisfying and interesting stuff for free on the internet.

Just Remember by BleuSarcelle
Words: 1,646
Author’s Summary: Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.
My Comments: Short but sweet fic about Lance fighting bad self-talk with the truth. I’ve been there.

Capsaicin by phoenixyfriend
Words: 6,235
Author’s Summary: Lance was captured by the Galra. He was more useful alive than dead, but was notorious for being difficult to interrogate, so the Galra turned to poison. It was… less than successful.
My Comments: This is really funny, and really fun. Very mild Lance whump, but I mean, they tried. They tried very hard.

Lance by RandomShmoe
Words: 1,482
Author’s Summary: First and Second Day working on Camp NaNoWriMo stuff. It is focused on Lance…hence the title.
My Comments: Another nice little fic about Lance coping healthily with his problems. The Shiro and Lance interaction was so cute it gave me a toothache.

the purest expression of grief by ohmygodwhy
Words: 15,874
Author’s Summary: By the time he walks through the Garrison doors, he is bone from going hungry and muscle from fighting and stone from surviving. He keeps his guard up and his teeth bared and sleeps with his knife under his pillow and tears through their exams and their simulations with the ferocity of the need to know more, to do more, to fly. or: keith fights, because that’s what he does, and has always watched the stars
My Comments: Can be read as Sheith or gen. Absolutely fantastic character study of Keith and how much Shiro means to him, and I loved how Keith made friends with everyone in the second chapter. Very much how I see it working for him: slow, halting, but utterly sincere.

Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy
Words: 11,399 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Lance picked himself up from the floor gingerly, testing his muscles before putting too much weight on them. Nothing seemed injured, aside from a few aches that would likely become a nice collection of bruises by tomorrow morning. But considering how hard Blue had fallen, Lance felt lucky.
Blue was less lucky.

Lance is stranded on a desert planet, injured and captured by someone who will go to any lengths to get their hands on the Black Lion. Fortunately or otherwise, he’s not alone. (Updated weekly ~Quincy)
My Comments: MMM, boy, this is some GOOD hurt/comfort! Starts with Lance alone, but doesn’t stay that way. I’m really glad he has someone there to support him, less glad that they are going through some awful stuff. Okay, I lied, I like it when Lance (and the others) go through awful stuff. But I am still hoping for rescue soon, please.

It’s Getting Darker But I’ll Carry On by CamsthiSky
Words: 4,285 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: “This could not be happening. Of course he’d be with the one idiot who didn’t know that once a zombie found you, there weren’t many ways to get it off your trail—and hiding in an abandoned house wasn’t one of them. How was this guy even still alive right now?”
My Comments: Zombie AU that starts off with sniper!Lance rescuing Keith? Yes, please. Fantastic start, and I love the roles everyone is falling into in this AU. Looking forward to more. They need to find Shiro. (Isn’t THAT just the constant refrain of this fandom, though.)

the stars watch over you by psyraah for rednight16
Words: 1,239
Author’s Summary: Shiro is bone weary, worn down, and battered, yet sleep evades him. But a gentle moment amongst new friends eases the constant disquiet in his heart, at least for now.
My Comments: This is so soft and lovely and nice. Thace and Ulaz should have stuck around longer in the show, for real.

Trust Fall by kyanve
Words: 2,330
Author’s Summary: Lance decides to try to prove that he’s just as capable of getting Blue to come get him as Keith has been at playing Space Fetch with Red. Blue may be less temperamental than Red, but Blue can also be a troll enough to make up for it.
My Comments: Lance is an idiot, but Blue loves him anyway. This feels very, very canon.

After Me Comes the Flood by Qpenguin98
Words: 25,111
Author’s Summary: The interior of this ship is cold and boring. The Galran soldiers that try to bond with you are cold and boring. Zarkon is cold and boring. You are sick of being cold and bored. A story following the Red Lion.
My Comments: Endgame Klance, established Red/Blue. Really interesting and lovely view of Keith and the rest of the team through a personified Red. I love the sense of history with the lions, and the trauma and turmoil that everyone has to work through.

Taking One For The Team by ShiningRegalia
Words: 18,284 (WIP 6/?)
Author’s Summary: A mission gone wrong lands Lance and Pidge in a dangerous situation. When communication with the rest of the team is compromised, they have to take drastic measures to escape. Pidge can only hope that they get out before things get worse and one of them breaks. Especially Lance.
My Comments: Holy fudge, this is some great hurt/comfort, too, this time with Lance and Pidge. Protective!Lance turns on all the lights in my house, and Pidge gets protective right back. The situation gets really bad, really fast, but they both do everything they can to take care of each other and get them out. They’ll be okay as long as they have each other.

Do You Wanna Build a Voltron? by phoenixyfriend
Words: 10,558
Author’s Summary: Lance woke up to a room full of frost, and proceeded to panic. Just a little. Just a smidgen. Just enough to refuse to leave his room until Hunk promised to go get Coran so there was a competent adult helping them figure out this mess.According to Blue, humans were very fragile, and needed all the help they could get. Blue could provide a lot of help, and this was a perfect solution, in her eyes.
My Comments: Really cute and fun exploration of Lance getting full-on Elsa powers. An enjoyable read from start to finish.

We’ll Just Have to Wing It by peasantlysurprised
Words: 2,798
Author’s Summary: or alternatively titled “The Space Power Rangers Try to Figure Out If Shiro Has a Natural Winged Eyeliner Look Going On Because He’s Fly Like That or Not and End Up Failing”
My Comments: I think I missed reccing this fic back when I first read it because I wasn’t making weekly lists at the time, but someone reminded me of it and I’m super glad they did. Very fun team fic with the younger paladins trying to stay up all night to catch Shiro and find out the truth.

what’s needed by eugyne (AreteNike)
Words: 2,704
Author’s Summary: The one time Shiro gives everything to his team… and the five six times they give it back.
My Comments: Absolutely FANTASTIC Post-S2 story with Shiro actually getting the support he needs, omg, I love it so much.

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust) for cupcakelevi
Words: 30,297 (WIP 7/?)
Author’s Summary: Lance is an author, known for his fantasies driven by dynamic and imaginative heroes, and yet no matter how much popularity and success he gains, it’s not enough. He doesn’t feel like he belongs anywhere and he pours himself into his work, pausing only when he gets a strange postcard in the mail with no return address and a portrait of Scotland.“Light filters o’er the pass as the Keeper returns."On an adventure the likes of which only he could have written, Lance learns the true meaning of family and that there’s a thin line between fantasy and reality.
My Comments: Tagged Klance, but so far it’s about the plot and the worldbuilding. Really interesting Fantasy AU, and I’m totally hooked. Everything feels really deep and well thought-out. Again, this is why I don’t need published fiction.

Nails by BlueRoboKitty
Words: 3,435
Author’s Summary: Barely weeks after the events of S2, Lance decides to break Keith out of a bad habit and ends up creating a confrontation he’s not sure he’s prepared to deal with.
My Comments: I love fics where Lance just can’t HELP being a caregiver and he HAS to save Keith from himself because can you believe him, can you believe his terrible habits. And if it helps them find some understanding and get to know each other better, well, I’m ALL FOR IT.

The Tide by Zurela
Words: 4,116
Author’s Summary: Lance doesn’t know whether or not he can trust Keith to have his back. But now that he’s stuck under a tree, with broken bones, and on the verge of drowning, it seems he might not have a choice.
My Comments: Yet another flavor of hurt!Lance, this time with Keith along for the ride. This one hit the spot.

Piecing the World Back Together by Zurela
Words: 7,929
Author’s Summary: The Galra have taken control of the ship again. Only this time, they’ve brought a druid. And Lance is the only one in the castle. And he’s not doing so good. Oh boy, this is bad.
My Comments: Mild Klance, but mostly about Lance dealing with things alone until his team can come. I love love love Lance’s breakdown in this one, because it was awful and heartbreaking but it wasn’t over the top, and everyone was able to respond right away and tell him that his bad thoughts about himself weren’t true. And he was heroic too, my dear blue boy. Great fic.

familiar by achieving elysium (Ogygia)
Words: 40,874 (13/?)
Author’s Summary: Altean!Lance AU.The only one who remembers the fall of Altea, Lance struggles to find a place in a band of misfits he will never fully trust. Secrets aren’t the only thing on the rise; on the other side of the battlefield is Zarkon, someone Lance once saw as a brother and now his greatest enemy. But Voltron has always protected the universe, and the Blue Paladin won’t stop now.
My Comments: Finally, an Altean!Lance AU I can rec with no reservations. This is a really interesting and different take on Lance, with him being a veteran, technically much, much older than everyone else on the crew, and dealing with a whole ton of trauma and trust issues. Some secrets came out in the recent chapter that really have me salivating for more.

Home by Zurela
Words: 7,385
Author’s Summary: The members of Voltron have noticed that Lance has been behaving suspiciously lately, and make some assumptions. Well, all except one.
My Comments: Lance is such a DARLING in this one. Gah, I love him.

He is the Heart by aurumdalseni (kyo_chan)
Words: 2,479
Author’s Summary: Hunk is the paladin that helps hold them all up, but sometimes he needs to be reminded just how much he’s cared about in return. [A "Five Times Kissed” ficlet (gen/non romantic)]
My Comments: Hunk appreciation! YESSS. I love everyone’s different ways of showing how much they love Hunk.

Blue and Blood by kimuracarter
Words: 2,773
Author’s Summary: The team rescues Lance from the clutches of the Galra.
My Comments: Heartbreaking, but very well-written. This is one of those fics that I read more than once. Maybe more than twice. Very id fic for me.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies
Masks by TiedyedTrickster
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat (absolutely BALLER chapter)
Truce by kyanve
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
Little Lions by MidnightCreator
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Out of Phase by LittleWhiteTie
Lost in the Stars by WingedChickadee
I’m not the Lance You think I am by KairaKara101
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat

Snapshots: Nice Things

Peter Parker x (After All Things) Reader

Prompt Requested by Anon: ‘Who do you think would tell Peter “this is why we can’t have nice things” and how exactly did it lead up to that situation?’

Summary: Even now, years after all things, the days where Peter surprises you with the brightness of his light; now almost always shining in blue skies where little hummingbirds played, are always the most warm. On this day, you find yourself caught up in a particularly sticky situation. This is a follow-up to After All Things VI. Peter is closer to 30. Words: 1.2k.

Warnings: Cuteness.

‘You couldn’t keep the earsplitting grin from spreading across ruddy, summer stained cheeks as you neared the painted wood of your apartment door; blue color of it appropriate for the birds that lived behind it. Sing-song, chirping laughter spilled from the cracks, trickling out into the hall; sweet honeyed laugh of your husband and the candied giggles of your hummingbird trilling together and filling all the spaces of your heart.

With an ear pressed to the door as you worked the key into the handle, you could hear the two whispering to each other; you could see the way two pairs of thin lips formed around words in all the same ways playing across your mind.

The lock clicked, sweaty hand turning brass, keys jangling as you pushed the matte blue into a room full of sunlight and giggles.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” your hands were on your hips as you looked into the bright, starlight eyes of your husband, bare feet stuck to the ceiling and straddling the light, knees bent and tucked snugly into a bare chest as he held on tightly to the little girl who was still leaking tiny, breathless laughs from underneath a mass of toffee colored waves as her father tickled at a squirming belly.

To say that you weren’t prepared for what you were seeing would be an understatement; gasp escaping your lips, a single word all your mind was capable of forming in those seconds before you realized that the entire hallway outside of your home was privy to what hid behind that sky blue door.


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anonymous asked:

what are some of the most beautiful fics of wincest or j2? in your opinion? what the some of the funniest fics? which fics made you cry the most?

this is such a loaded question. our fandom is full of so many amazing stories and so many talented authors, and it’s almost impossible for me to make a list of anything without it being three miles long. that being said, I’ll try. mind you, I am far less read in Wincest. despite my love of it, J2 fics have always called to me more, and always, so forgive me if most of what I give are J2 stories. the beautiful and the ones that make me cry often criss-cross, so I’ll do my best to organize them as much as I can.

Beautiful Fics

Forever is a Lonely Number by lightinthehall

[ Written for the prompt ] “Jensen never ages, Jared does, but they stay together forever.”

Comment: an absolutely breathtaking story. so much is said in so few words and I both ache and dream and sigh happily at this story every time.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3286; Warnings: character death

In Becoming Who We Are by errant-jane

Fresh out of school with a degree from the University of Washington, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. He may not know what he wants to do with his life, but for the first time since leaving Texas, he feels like things are coming together. Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong. A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen’s decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He’s got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen’s stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia’s insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there’s something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared’s friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn’t get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway.

Comment: this story is causes so much emotional confusion for me because it’s so perfect with just Jensen and Jeff and I couldn’t see how it would end up with Jared in the picture at all and then it just. happens. and it’s amazing to watch Jensen grow and to watch Jared worm his way, unknowingly really, into Jensen’s heart.

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 82700; Warnings: none

A Song in the Stars by strive2bhappy

Jared Padalecki has dreamed of taking to the skies since he was five-years-old. When he becomes an adult and builds a spaceship of his own, he gets to do just that, looking for adventure – little did he know the adventure waiting for him. Jensen Ackles is born part human, part Terryn and his life as an outcast is difficult – music is his only real escape. When he’s captured by the Dominion, an organization hell-bent on taking over every galaxy in every way they can, he’s used as a lab experiment to see how his special, combined heritage can be advantageous for them. Fleeing Dominion control, he vows to himself, they will never find him again. A chance meeting between Jared and Jensen helps both of them get what they’re looking for – and the way things end up, it may have been more than just chance. From various planets throughout different galaxies, to nights under the stars in space, Jared and Jensen find in each other something worth fighting – and possibly dying – for.

Comment: I think about this story so often. sometimes I look at the stars and think of these boys.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 39813; Warnings: none

Meet You at the Dock by grace_fully

jensen’s a third-year ivy league student home in small town Vermont for the summer. the lake, his family, his friends – all the way he left them last year. except jared. jared’s new.

Comment: grace_fully is one of the most talented writers this fandom has had and I miss her so much. this story is so simple and gorgeous and you can feel the pining just as much as you can feel drip of sweat on your skin in a muggy summer.

Rating: PG-13; Word Count: 5800; Warnings: None

Miles to Go by @dollyluxe

As Jensen’s assistant, Jared takes care of him at work. As a man in love, he can’t help that he wants to wrap him up in a warm blanket and take care of him in every other aspect of his life, too.

Comment: I read this fic at least once a month, if not more. it’s a Christmas fic that is so much more than a Christmas fic. it makes your heart stop in your chest and it makes you want. 

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 8176; Warnings: none

Funniest Fics

So Hurry Up and Bring Your Jukebox Money by curds_and_wheyface

It’s Mardi Gras at the beach and Chad wants to film Jared getting laid for his website. It says a lot about their friendship that this isn’t even the weirdest thing Chad’s ever asked of him.

Comment: it’s steaming hot and hysterical and Chad is a main character, which guarantees laughter. 

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 7527; Warnings: voyeurism, alcohol 

(A Shortage of) Sense and Sensibility by lightinthehall

[ Mockumentary!AU fic ] Except Jared just can’t understand why Jensen isn’t off-the-charts, truly, madly, deeply in love with him. He’s pretty used to merely looking at people and having them swoon all over the place. Not Jensen. Not only is Jensen apparently immune to the sex-power-stare of Jared Padalecki, he’s never around to witness it. Every time the director yells That’s a wrap! Jared turns to say, ask Jensen out for something casual like coffee at his place – or sex on the coffee table at his place -  poof! Jensen’s gone before he can even get a word out.

Comment: I love the mockumentary. I love that weirdo universe’s not-Jared and not-Jensen. this fic captures that so much and I just giggle constantly.

Rating: Teen; Word Count: 3533; Warnings: none

A Man’s Fortune by morrezela 

Jared is a dragon. Jensen is a pretty if foolhardy young man trespassing on Jared’s mountain. Nobody ever warned Jensen about the possessive nature of dragons.

Comment: this is so much more than just a funny fic, but it is funny and made me laugh out loud at times. Jared is just. so sad (hysterically sad) that Jensen doesn’t want to be captured by him, and I just. the poor thing. 

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 25791; Warnings: dubious consent 

To Hell and Back by ashtraythief

It is said that if a demon steals an angel from heaven he’ll gain immense power. Jared is a demon who doesn’t fit in and when he finds a spell to open a passage to heaven, he thinks he’s found a solution to all his problems: angel power. But Jensen, the angel he takes, is not at all what he expected a celestial being to be like and things don’t go as planned. At all. In the ensuing chaos, Jared and Jensen have to form a strained alliance to survive and embark on a dangerous journey through the deepest pits of hell to flee from Jared’s rivals and all the other demons jonesing for angel blood.

Comment: I read this last year and it was one of my favorites of the Big Bang that year. Jared is the most hysterical and adorablely wonderful demon and Jensen is the most un-angel-y guy and their adventure is amazing, whilst having a fantastic plot.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 28378; Warnings: violence

Decaffeinated by Molly

In which Jensen develops a drinking problem, and Jared solves it for him.

Comment: we all know that Jensen + coffee is the true OTP and, as a fellow coffee addict, I just couldn’t not love this fic

Rating: General; Word Count: 5071; Warnings: none 

#FlyTheUnfriendlySkies by dugindeep

Jensen is a customer service agent in American Airlines’ Admirals Club and Jared is the crabby celebrity who is always in his face.

Comment: literally just. this fic. lmao. 

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 7600; Warnings: none

Fics that Made Me Cry

The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star by @qblackheart

Somewhere in the time between a handshake and a hug, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki went from being reel-life brothers to real-life best friends, and complete strangers to cosmic soul mates, no rhyme or reason to it that either of them could ever see. Jared was everything Jensen was not: friendly, funny, and full of life; one in six-point-whatever billion the Earth’s population currently stood at. Life was awesome. Work was amazing. Everything was fine until Jared kissed Jensen. Everything was peachy until Jensen fell in love. With desperate times unexpectedly calling for desperate measures, Jensen called Chad Michael Murray for relationship advice – because being in love led to temporary insanity obviously – so it really didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t seem to win when it came to wooing Jared. Still, Pisces must’ve been in a really good place in the night sky or something because suddenly, right smack dab in the middle of the miserable courtship of his co-star, Jensen discovered that maybe loving Jared was all he needed to do to win his heart. And luckily for Jensen, loving Jared was also the one thing he did best.

Comment: I talk about this fic all the time, but, god, I can’t help it. it’s them. and I cry and my hands shake and I’m completely overwhelmed by them. always.

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 112,000+; Warnings: none

Forget-Me-Not by @babybrotherdean  

In 1547, they meet as children. Sometimes, even when two people are truly meant to be together, it takes a few lifetimes across a few centuries for everything to sort itself out.

Comment: reincarnation. meant-to-be. losing each other. ache ache ache. 

Rating: Mature; Word Count: 9400; Warnings: character death

I Saw You Shine by @dollyluxe

Jared gets a glimpse into Jensen’s new life.

Comment: this was written for me so I’m probably a bit biased (I cried when I saw the notification, let alone the tears that came when I read it), but I absolutely sob reading this story. I understand them both more than I care to ever explain, and it’s the most gorgeous kind of pain that ends as happy as it can because it’s our boys and it has to. 

Rating: Teen; Word Count: 3203; Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts

Criminal Intentions by fftf

One murdered girl and no solid suspects’ leads local sheriff Jeffrey Dean Morgan to Jared - son of respected ex-sheriff, Gerald Padalecki, and soon-to-be newlywed. With nothing but shared history and circumstantial evidence to link him to the case, Jared’s name is cleared, but there is more than one life destroyed that night and harsh truths are brought to light which threaten everything Jared thought he could count on. Four years later Jared Padalecki returns to his hometown, and his old life – including his best friend and ex-fiancé Jensen – as a successful Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Jared has received information which endangers Jensen and everything Jared still holds dear, but his investigation provides him with more than he bargained for, including worrying insights into the crime that destroyed his life. Is Genevieve Cortese’s killer back and gunning for Jensen? Or is there more to the case than meets the eye?

Comment: this isn’t so much a crying-fic as it is just pure emotion. it’s so charged and intense and I could feel my breathing drop at times and. ugh. yes.

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 69350; Warnings: character death

And a fic that fits all of these categories:

sadly is not online anymore. but.

The Doors of Time by felisblanco

god. this story. my forever-favorite fic ever. absolutely ever. I sob and dream and can see everything. absolutely everything that happens in this story. I wish I was more eloquent with my words so I could tell you what this story means to me, and one day I will. one day I’ll get all my thoughts about this story down. one day I’ll be able to comprehend the pain and joy this story brings me.