#GAHH I can’t stop looking at the beautiful coloring

[niightfiend]

Colored version of my recent Midas x Montague fanart, this time with my wife @snakegills beautiful coloring!

It’s for her fic titled “Ghosts That Don’t Know They are Dead” on AO3, check it out!

[ossiethegreat]

• OZ’S 10K DTIYS RESULTS!!! 🌿🍬

Thank you to everybody who participated :)

Okay so this was very hard for me to do because I love all of ur art very dearly and I didn’t want to leave anybody out 💔💔 all of you did so well and I rlly appreciate the support yall give me!!! Tysm!!!

Anyway now to announce the winners :} remember to DM me for the prizes!!

⛧ FIRST PLACE :

@compassiontale DUDE I love ur art so much!!!! It’s so squishy and soft and the colors are very pleasing!! I especially like the atmosphere and also the perspective you did on his face, it looks very nice and well done 💞💞🩷🩷💗💗

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And of course the animation 😭😭💗💗 I didn’t expect anybody to animate for this but you did and it turned out very well!! Color’s so cute I just want to squish him to death 🙏🙏😞😞 TYSSMM FOR PARTICIPATING!!!

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@mintflavoredfemurs GAHH YOUU.. I love ur artstyle so much you have no idea 😭😭��💗‼️‼️ I rlly love how it looks close to canon, I don’t see a lot of people with this artstyle and I rlly like it!! Idk what it is about it, I just like it a lot and it’s superrrr nice to look at. It turned out rlly well!!! He looks so whimsical I love him

I’d also like to appreciate the rainbow socks 🙏🙏🙏 of course I gotta mention the rainbow socks because he would wear them and I love him for it!!! Thank you so much for participating, I love ur art a lot please never stop drawing 😭😭‼️‼️💞💗💞💗💗

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I really love how detailed the hood fluff is it’s super nice to look at!!! Color looks so pretty I want to smooch his face and give him lots of love 💗💗💗

But yeah ur art is gorgeous tysm for participating and also being my friend!! 😭😭 You’ll never catch me being this nice to you again.

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⛧ reminder for the winners to dm me for prizes!!!

Here’s the prizes if yall forgot:

1st : fullbody fully shaded character of choice

2nd : halfbody fully shaded character of choice

3rd : shoulder-up fully shaded character of choice

[fwitolei]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x06 - Moment of Truth

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Spoilers under the cut

Woah why did everything go monotone except for Kosmo

“This orb…is a giant piece of candy.”

W H A T

HOW

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY NOT NOTICE THAT WERE HOLDING A BIG-ASS JAWBREAKER (i know it’s chocolate but you get the idea---)

How tf is a piece of candy glowing in the first place—

You’ve GOT to be kidding me tho

Oh it’s color again—

“I loved your mother, Lissa, very much.”

LISSA REVEAL

I KNEW WE WERE GONNA SEE HER

OOH SHE THICC—

SHE’S BEAUTIFUL OMG

“I suppose I should call it what it is, dark magic.”

Harrow said the same thing in s1 just kill me now—

“Who am I to refuse an invitation from the high mage of Katolis?”

Wait were Kpp’Ar’s bandages ever explained? Why are they so bloody?

SOREN’S LITTLE STUFFY ON VIREN’S DESK AAAHHH

Omg he’s so emotional 😭

“Yes. Yes I see now.”

IS KOSMO REWINDING TIME—

Oooooooh wait no the monotone is him seeing the futureeeeeee

That’s so cool you go kosmo

“Prince Harrow. May I join you?”

AAAAAHHHHH harrow’s little scoot is adorable LMAOOO

Aww he’s so considerate towards  sarai and callum gahhh—

I need them back now how dare they die on me 😭

“Beware, if you ever use dark magic again, the darkness and corruption will overwhelm you.”

I guarantee you he’s gonna use dark magic again watch

Mark my words

“Without magic, how will you stop me?”

I wanna know more about kpp’ar and why he quit dark magic

I bet it has something to do with his bandages

OH SHIT VIREN THROTTLED HIM

“[Kpp’Ar] invested years of his life helping me become… what i became.”

Ooh so viren got his true appearance from the coin spell i thought he was gonna get it from the spell he uses to save soren

“I only see… darkness.”

Omg he’s gonna get to space

GAHH HE’S FALLINGGG—

“Something so simple and… and easy, her tears.”

Omg you can see viren just scribbling the words down as fast as he can just reliving the moment it’s so sad

I feel so bad for him

“I pushed her against the wall and I held the back of her hair to keep her still.”

OH MY GOSH VIREN WHAT—

STOPPPPP I’M GONNA CRY

What is this serious DRAMA omg—

Where the fuck is claudia in all this that’s what i wanna know

Like soren would be sick in bed but considering lissa was full on sobbing you’d think claudia would hear it and go see what’s going on

NO THE WAY CALLUM SMILED AND REACHED OUT TO THE SKY AS HE WAS FALLING

YAY HE’S FLYING

I S T H A T R A Y L A OMG

SLAYYYYY

Ok wait can y’all get away from the edge i can’t trust y’all not to fall and die not at this point

“But the cost was… devastating.”

VIREN STOP CRYING OMG

GREAT NOW I’M CRYING UGH

NOOOO CLAUDIA RUNNING AFTER LISSA

LISSA’S STILL CRYING TOO

The way soren’s looking at viren in confusion MY HEART 😭

“And i punished you with a lifetime of cold cruelty.”

I’M SO DONE

I’M DONE

THIS F U C K I N G SHOW

SOORREEENNNNNNN MY BABY I CAN’T TAKE IT

THE WAY YOU CAN TELL VIREN’S CRYING IN HIS NARRATIONS GAWD—

“No, I… No. The guard was… mistaken.”

NO

GIVE IT TO HIM ISTFG

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO PUT ME THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GIVE IT TO HIM

SOREN SEES IT TOO JUST G I V E I T —

N O O O O O O O O O O 

WHY’D YOU DO THAT

WHAT THE FUCKKKKK—

Okay so i let it simmer overnight and i have a FUCKING LOT to say about this. First of all, how D A R E they make me invested in viren’s letter to soren (INCLUDING A LISSA REVEAL DAMN THAT WOMAN IS BEAUTIFUL—) only for viren to BURN IT UP?!?!!?? Lemme tell you, if i read that letter and saw the teardrop stains and shit on it i would’ve immediately forgiven him idfc free him he did all of it but i don’t care that’s my toxic trait. And for soren to S E E the letter and viren S T I L L chickens out—

*incoherent screaming*

Anyways as you can tell i loved this episode and it’s prolly one of my favorites so far. And YES i saw rayllum kiss F I N A L L Y so yeah here you go

[h2bakugou]

okay yes hi, 1st of all, you’re my fav! 2nd, I have an awesome request so here goes! So in the dorms Koda had a bunny in his room right? So like what if the reader had a cat in their dorm, and it escapes! then Kirishima (the reader’s crush) finds it, and brings it back to their room (bc he wants to hold it) and then he offers to help take care of it w/ them and in the process he develops feelings, and maybe at the end they adopt a kitten together so the other has a fwiend🥺👉🏻👈🏻

a/n: hi!! tysm hun <3! gahh this is so cuteee i haven't written a lot for kiri so i apologize if he seems ooc

summary: a flash of orange and white fur stops kirishima in the common room. he notices your cat has escaped and decides to return it to you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / Milo - your cat’s name (or pick a name! you decide!!)

warnings: swearing, fluff

wordcount: 1.2k

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It was nearing curfew for most students, though that never stopped some people from staying up. Kirishima was fixing to head to bed but he stopped when he saw a flash of orange and white dart across the common room.

At first, he just thought he was seeing something until he heard a faint ‘meow’ come from under one of the sofas.

“Could it be a stray?” Kirishima questioned, carefully approaching. He bent down and peeked under the couch, the realization hitting him.

“Milo! What are you doing out here bud?” Kirishima spoke to the cat, familiar with his crush’s pet.

Milo squeezed out from under the couch and jumped into Kirishima’s arms, purring as he laid against Kiri’s chest.

“Let’s get you back to (Y/n).” Kirishima patted Milo on his head, a smile on his lips as he watched the cat seemingly smile back at him.

It didn’t take long for Kirishima to return to your dorm room, Milo curled up and now fast asleep in his arms.

Careful not to wake the sleeping kitty, Kirishima knocked on your dorm door.

You rose from your position of looking under your bed for your furry friend, hoping that he was done throwing his tantrum and would come out from wherever he was hiding.

You pulled back the door and immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Not only was Milo found, but Kirishima was holding him, and Milo was sound asleep in his arms. How cute. 

“I think he might’ve got loose, I found him in the commons.” Kirishima chuckled quietly. Your cheeks turned red, whether from embarrassment of fluster, you were unsure.

“Thank you. I had to throw away his favorite toy because it got broken, and he wasn’t exactly happy about it.” You say softly, admiring the sleeping kitty in Kirishima’s arms.

“You can bring him inside, set him down wherever, he’ll sleep on almost anything.” You giggle, taking a seat on your bed, you let out a sigh and finally let yourself relax.

“I take it you were looking for him.” Kirishima points out how your room is a little disheveled.

“He’s a good cat, he just doesn’t always want to stay in my room. I love him a lot, but I can’t just have him running around the commons, especially if someone has an allergy-”

“I could help you take care of him!” Kirishima chimes in. You lift your head and smile.

“You would do that for me?” You question softly. Kirishima cheeks begin to match the shade of crimson he used to dye his hair.

“Y-Yeah! That’s like totally manly! Cats are awesome!” Kirishima shoots you his usual toothy grin and joins you on your bed. He looks around your room and an idea pops into his head.

“We could get him a cat tree! Something he could climb and exercise in so maybe he wouldn’t need to leave the room!” Kirishima suggested, pointing to a bland corner in your room. 

“That’s an amazing idea! Thank you so much!” You hug Kirishima, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he does the same.

You can feel your face heating up again, your heart beat quickening. You pull away, but you hesitate. You stare into Kirishima’s eyes, just a little longer before you fully pull away.

You’d admired Kirishima the day he walked into class. He was strong, but humble in a way. He was funny, and smart, and he knew how to be there for his friends. He was also insanely cute.

Kirishima was thinking just like you. His mind was racing with the things he liked about you. Your smile, to the way your hair framed your face. Everything about you was beautiful to Kirishima.

“Well it’s getting late, I don’t want you to not get enough sleep-”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll come up with something for the cat tree! Get some good sleep!” Kirishima stands and waves, before striding over to your door and leaving.

“Goodnight.” You whisper back, feeling a little sad that he couldn’t stay longer.

You glance over at Milo who is now awake and staring at you with an evil glint in his eyes.

“I can see you judging me.”

Milo didn’t reply. You hadn’t expected him too. He just kept on staring.

“Are you the master of talking to boys? Cute boys? I didn’t think so mister.” You stick your tongue out at Milo and snuggle up under your covers.

Milo stretches and finds his way over to your bed, resting on your stomach as you slept.

- - -

Over the next few days, Kirishima had helped you find a good cat tree, and with what you had been saving up money-wise, you were able to buy a nice cat tree.

Assembling it was quite fun. And that was an adventure in it of itself.

“Kiri! I don’t think it goes there.” You laugh, holding a spare part of the tree in your hand as Kirishima tightens a bolt on the cat tree.

“What? It looks right.” Kirishima takes a step backs and stares at the creation. It definitely didn’t look like the box.

“Okay maybe it doesn’t go there.” Kirishima chuckles and takes the piece off.

After finally assembling the cat tree, you and Kirishima were worn out. But Milo was having the time of his life. You rested your head on Kirishima’s chest, a happy sigh leaving past your lips.

“I think he likes it.” You whisper to Kirishima.

If Milo could talk, he would’ve said the same about Kirishima, whose cheeks were a bright shade of pink, a goofy smile on his lips as his fingers played with the ends of your hair.

“Yeah.” Kirishima spoke. You turned your head to look up at him and bit your bottom lip.

You were so close to him, you were laying on him. His lips looked so kissable. The amount of times you’d almost kissed each other was far too many and it was now or-

Kirishima pressed his lips to yours, no longer wanting to waste any time thinking about kissing you. He wanted to kiss you. For real.

It brought you out of your thoughts and you melted into the kiss. It was sweet, and genuine. It was a soft kiss from someone you’d fallen in love with. And Kirishima could say the same.

He pulled away and his bright smile returned.

“Sorry I-”

“Please don’t apologize. It was nice.” You reassure him. You place a quick peck on his lips just to solidify your statement.

- - -

A week after your kiss, you’d shared exactly six more kisses after that. And you were pretty sure Kirishima was going to ask you out soon, or you hoped he would.

It was almost seven at night, and there was a knocking at your door.

“Coming!” You yelled, coming to the door. You opened it and saw Kirishima, his back turned to you.

“Hey is everything okay?” You asked, your hand going to touch his shoulder.

"Surprise!” Kirishima smiled and turned around, a kitten in his hands. You smiled and admired the little ball of fluff in his hands. Kirishima handed the kitten over to you gently.

“Now Milo has a friend!” Kirishima and you walked back into your room and took a seat on the floor.

“Oh and, I got you this.”

Kirishima pulled you into a kiss, a hand resting under your chin. You blushed and kissed him back, not expecting him to be so forward.

“Will you go out with me?”

“Yes!”

Not only was Milo happy to have a new friends, but you and Kirishima were both happy that you had each other now.

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[lys-lilac]

The Realization of Importance

Part (2/3)

This was in my drafts for so long... So I thought not to let the cliffhanger stay for more time.

A/N: This is to say that all the characters and the main story line belong to Voltage Inc. Only the fictional story is a work of mine, as well the fictional characters, Hana, Touma and Akari. Also this story is based on dream event, because I had this as a dream many days ago. It might be a little different from the usual genre, a little more angsty, so this little girl wants to know your honest opinions about the work. Be honest and do let me know what you think. But, if it feels a little bit dreamy or weird, you can discontinue reading from here.

Part 1 II Part 3

                                                  Part (2/3)

Okay, now that I have cried so much and wiped away my tears, it's time to figure out things. How this all happened, or maybe I am still snoozing.

MC: But first, I need to find somewhere to live for now...

I can't probably return to my apartment, because the other me might be living there. Even if I go there, I will feel awkwardness surrounding me. So, I decide to take shelter in Asuka's home for tonight.

[Asuka’s Home] 

{A/N: This is not shown in the MS, so I just added a fictional place}

A surprised Asuka greets me at the door.

Asuka: MC?

MC: Hey Asuka, if it's not troublesome, can I stay here for the night?

Asuka: Of course, come in.

Relieved that Asuka didn't doubt me, I put the slippers on and sit on the sofa in the living room.

Asuka: Color me surprised though, what brings you here, and today itself?

MC: Hmm? Can't I visit your home and stay over like we did in university days? I was just hit with nostalgia and-

Asuka: That's not the case. Didn't you tell me during lunch that you and Dr. Kasumi are going home together for the first time in two weeks of exhaustive work?

MC: ...

Now that I think about it, I arrived here in the evening, so it might be possible that I didn't know about the schedule beforehand. For now, I have to find an excuse to convince her.

MC: Err... yeah! Kasumi had some post-OP scheduled with new interns, so he told me to leave early, but due to the weather...

Wiping my hair and damp clothes with a towel, Asuka nods her head as if she understood what I meant.

Asuka: Poor girl... You could just have given a call, so that I could have rushed there.

MC: Asukaa!! You are literally my paradis-

Asuka: But, that would have caused Dr. Kasumi to blame me for stealing his girl.

MC: Wha?

With her light banter, we both break out into a laughter. She is really a savior to me, even though she doesn’t know the situation now.

Getting into a pair of PJs that Asuka gave me, I lie down on the sofa. Events of the day start reeling in my mind. Now’s the time to figure out what exactly happened. Is it just a dream? But it’s too realistic... Or what if I am thrown to another world, just like what happens in mangas?

A little bit confused, I open up to do list on my cell phone to check the schedule, but the next sight leaves me agape.

MC: I am a new resident in cardiovascular surgery starting from tomorrow?! 

And my name is not MC, it’s... Hana? Well, it’s better this way, as anyone will not get confused anymore. After all, I am someone who is not meant to be here...

MC: Gahh! I will think about it tomorrow, otherwise who knows what will happen to my brain... I might as well get an ischemic stroke in this situation.

Putting a lid to my thoughts, I doze off to sleep.

{A/N: From here, actual MC is Hana, and the other MC is just MC. I just came with a random name for the MC.}

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Sekai: MC, you will be all fine... Don’t worry...

Hana: Aww Sekai, thank you... You really are my- wait what? Why are you addressing me as MC?

With a shock, I sit up. 

Hana: Just a dream, huh... Guess I better hurry up.

With a short yawn, I prepare for the day.

[Morning: Dean’s Office]

Matsunaga: ...and therefore you will be assigned in the cardiovascular surgery starting from today.

Hana: ...

Matsunaga: Hana?

Hana: ! Ye-yes! I completely understand. It is a pleasure to be working with you all.

I bow deeply.

Matsunaga: Though I have to say, you really look like Dr. MC. Are you sure that you are not her long lost twin sister?

Hana: It’s a pure coincidence, haha. But I have a way to recognize both of us!

Matsunaga: Oh?

Hana: Yes. Look at this!

I show him the pearl beaded hair pin in my hair. I bought it when I went to the zoo with Kasumi. But, he might not remember this too.

Matsunaga: That’s a great way. You are really a smart girl!

Smiling on the approval, I bow once again, and leave the office to my work.

On my way to Cardiovascular medicine department, I decide to take a turn towards the EICU. After all the act I put there, I should at least apologize properly. It doesn’t matter if Kasumi doesn’t remember me now. Even though it hurts me to change my behavior towards him, just like strangers for now, I can never let the boy who suffered so much to lose his smile once again. Now, only my job matters!

[Seimei University Hospital EICU]

As expected, everyone is there for the morning briefing, including the other me. I take a deep breath and knock on the door, making all of their gazes turn towards me. The confusion would have all been over now.

Hana: Good morning, everyone. I am here to apologize for the mess I created here yesterday. I am sure I had hit my head somewhere yesterday that I-

Takado: Can I tell you a copycat? You are exactly the same as this one over here, talking without stopping...

Hana: ...

They didn’t blame me for yesterday. I guess that’s good for now.

Hosho: I am now starting to believe that miracles are true.

Hana: Wha?

Hosho: Yes. I have never in my life met people with such exact features. It’s interesting but confusing at the same time.

Hana: Oh, about that, I have a solution! Look at the hair-pin tucked here. You will recognize me. And it’s not like I will work in the EICU. I have been assigned to the Cardiovascular Surgery from today. So I will rarely visit here.

Kasumi: Oh.

What makes him say that... Well, I can’t think of that myself. Maybe his curiosity is piqued, that’s all.

Kyogoku: Drop by the Pediatrics if you need any help.

MC: We would appreciate your help in the ER too.

Ok, now what? WHAT THE WHAT?! The legendary bodyguard is lending me a hand if I get in any trouble? And the other me... she is like 100 times more sweeter than me. No wonder Kasumi deserves a better one like her, not someone like me who behaves like a child till now.

Ekuni: And, if you run out of snacks, I can recommend you some.

Why are they all so sweet? Keeping my fast beating heart to myself, I mutter a small ‘thanks’, bow once again and leave the EICU. But, I feel a gaze looking at me from behind. Maybe I am hallucinating...

[Seimei University Hospital Cardiovascular Medicine Department]

After some greetings in the Cardiovascular Surgery Dept., I get to work at once. Apparently due my good grades here too, I am immediately handed a case of a surgery. 

The patient is 11 year old, who is admitted today morning, has tetralogy of Fallot. This disease is generally congenital, which causes cyanosis, that is, bluish skin and oxygen-poor blood to flow out of the heart and to the rest of the body. If treatment is not done soon, it may become more severe.

Without any other delay, I head to the cabin where Touma is. Oh yes, Touma is the patient whose case I have been handed now.

[Seimei University Hospital Private Cabin]

When I enter the cabin, I see a gloom Touma sitting on the bed with his mother, Akari.

Hana: Good morning, Akari, Touma.

Akari: Good morning, Dr. Hana.

Even though she smiles, I can see her face washed with sadness. It’s okay, after handing so many cases with Kasumi, I have stabilized myself enough to deal with my anxiety. I reach out to her, and with my hand on her back, I look towards Touma, who is also a little bit scared.

Hana: How are you, Touma?

Touma: I- I am fine.

Hana: I know you came here way early in the morning. How about we go and get a drink for ourselves to cheer you up?

A little happy, he nods.

Touma’s treatment is starting from today afternoon, so luckily, saline and other devices have not been put on him for now. Means, he is free to move.

Holding his frail hand, I lead him to the refreshment zone.

[Refreshment zone]

I grab myself a can of coffee and give a bottle of orange juice to him.

Hana: So, what is Touma’s favorite activity? Hana is curious.

Touma: I like gardening, and going sightseeing.

Hana: Oh? You know how to plant flowers?

Touma: Yeah! Not only that, I know how to plant vegetables and fruits too! You know Hana, I harvested a lot of fruits, like strawberries, grapes last year that we had my friends and mama’s friends to finish it up.

Seeing Touma’s eyes sparkling, confiding in me and trusting me by calling my first name, I couldn’t help but smile.

Hana: Wow! You are really talented, little one! What about sightseeing? What places do you like? 

Touma: I like Hokkaido. The weather there is so beautiful! But... I know I couldn’t do that after the surgery.

The little sun who was brimming just now with happiness, looks like the flame of a flickering candle.

I hold his hand and say.

Hana: I know you can do it. With me here, you can share anything you want. You are strong to handle every problem that comes to you. I can get that from your passion of gardening. Even if a storm comes, you can do anything to protect your little space, right? I want that confidence of yours in you too. 

Touma goes silent. I see his face, surprised, and a little... flushed?

Touma: I brought some dandelions for you, Hana. I thought they could be my thank you gift to you for listening to me.

Hana: Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.

Oh my god. How sweet and mature he is! I was not even half of it during my teenage.

Touma: But, I have a favor to ask.

Hana: Sure, as long as it’s in my reach, I can do it for you.

Touma: After I recover, can you visit with me somewhere?

Hana: Where to?

Touma: I want to show you my garden.

Hana: Oh, sure. I would love to!

The happiness that left his face comes back.

Touma: It’s a date, then!

Hana: ...

What did I hear now? A. DATE. What?! But sighing, I put away the awkward thought and my lips curve upwards.

Touma: Although... Who is that guy behind you?

Surprised that I didn’t notice anyone, I turn backwards and see...

Hana: ?!!

~

This got a bit long, so I broke it further into two parts. Last part is on the last phase of editing. I will try to post it by tomorrow. Who do you think stands behind Hana? What will happen next?

Stay tuned.

[doitforstamets]

A fanfic..!

Edit: AO3 with more chapters!

Star Trek Discovery Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets Before Discovery General audiences / Not beta read

Paul sits in the dim hotel lobby, tapping on his thigh with one hand and mindlessly browsing a PADD with the other. There is text on the screen he doesn’t read, and pictures he glances over but doesn’t look at.

His heart jumps at an incoming message.

“Be there in 20 minutes”, Hugh writes.

Paul is frozen staring at the message pop up until it disappears. His hand stops the nervous tapping to grab the PADD from the glass table, and to write back.

“Can’t wait.”

And he really can’t. 20 minutes, still? Paul feels like he’s been waiting for weeks – and technically he has. But he’s only sat in the hotel lobby for a while, just long enough to finish a cup of coffee and go trough his presentation one more time, sloppily. Hardly a way in which he does anything, usually. He takes pride in being very particular about his work.

But not this weekend.

After an unexpected encounter on Alpha Centauri 6 weeks ago – Paul checks in his head, yes, it really has been 6 weeks since he met Hugh – they’ve only been in contact via video calls and messages. Not that it hadn’t been nice – it’s been very nice – Paul was starting to get impatient with not being close to Hugh, physically.

For a while, he had been afraid to say anything, in case Hugh felt differently. He had tried to focus on his work, only messaging Hugh once or twice a day compared to the earlier long daily conversations and calls.

He didn’t mean to get so lost in the research, but that’s just who he was. One day, he had forgotten to message Hugh completely. He had spent his entire day calculating and testing yet another idea for harnessing the potential of the spore drive. It didn’t work.

He returned to his apartment, overlooking the research station on Deneva, defeated and annoyed. He had frustratedly kicked off his shoes, thrown his jacket on the couch, rest of his clothes leaving a messy trail to the bathroom. He didn’t pay much attention to anything while showering. He’s pretty sure he had washed himself.

Stepping out of the bathroom to be met with the warm glow of the Denevian sunset, Paul sighed.

Instantly, there was a muffled vibration coming from somewhere near the entrance to his apartment.

Oh shit, Paul realized. He had not looked at his personal PADD all day.

Quickly making his way to the entrance, he tried to grab the jacket he wore today from the coat rack. It wasn’t there. He turned around, remembering throwing the jacket on the couch, only to realize the buzzing was coming from his feet.

Paul grabbed the PADD from the case on the floor, almost instinctively answered the video call, before realizing he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Hastily, he grabbed the nearest shirt he could find, struggled while putting it on trying to simultaneously hold the PADD. He took a few steps to the couch and answered the call while flopping down on the couch.

Hugh’s face appeared on screen, his brows furrowed a bit, but his mouth turning into a faint smile at the sight of Paul.

“Hey,” Hugh greeted in a soft tone.

“Hi.”

“Where have you been?”

Paul had realized his mistake just moments before, and took a second to think of the answer, no matter how obvious it was.

“In the lab,” Paul answered sounding a little exhausted.

“Of course,” Hugh smiled. “Anything exiting?”

Paul sighed again, turning his gaze to look at the sunset taking its final breaths in the horizon.

“Not really. Another day spent with algorithms and experiments only to prove myself wrong.”

“Oh,” Hugh exhaled with an apologizing look. “That sucks.”

By now, Hugh knew better than to answer Paul’s disappointment with the previously tried encouraging facts, like “that’s part of the research. You’ll get there eventually.”

Instead, he had noticed, Paul took comfort in him just agreeing that sometimes his work was a pain in the ass.

Looking at the pale man on screen, direct sunlight hitting his face and hair, illuminating it even lighter and bouncing off his blue eyes with a beautiful glow, Hugh definitely agreed that right now, he would rather have Paul not so invested in his research. Maybe they could spend some time together, if it wasn’t for their distance and both of their demanding jobs.

Hugh sighed smiling, studying Paul’s white-appearing eyebrows, now furrowing a bit in a way that had become quite familiar to Hugh. Paul quickly turned back to face the screen.

“I don’t really want to think about it,” he huffs. “How was your day?”

“I missed you,” Hugh answers without hesitation.

Paul is taken aback by the honest statement. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you,” Paul murmurs, realizing there are at least a few notifications unread on his PADD from Hugh.

“I know. You were working.”

“Still. I could’ve at least messaged you,” Paul goes on to say, genuinely annoyed at himself for ignoring Hugh for a full day. He meant to keep his distance, but not this much.

“Yeah, you could’ve,” Hugh admits, flashing a grin that almost melts Paul.

Hugh is still in his white Starfleet uniform, although the jacket is open, revealing an undershirt with a far more giving neckline. Paul tries not to stare.

“But I had a busy day too,” Hugh continues. “I have time now.”

“Good,” Paul smiles, although he’s a tiny bit uncomfortable remembering that he isn’t wearing any pants.

“You’re home?” Paul asks an obvious question. He’s seen enough glimpses of Hugh’s quarters to recognize it.

“Well,” Hugh looks a little surprised. “I guess.”

Paul raises an eyebrow as in asking Hugh to elaborate.

“It still doesn’t feel very... homey.”

Hugh had lived in these quarters on this starbase for about six months now. He’d gotten used to it, and felt physically comfortable where he was, but he had never referenced to it as “home”. Maybe because he spent so much time on duty outside the starbase.

“I get that,” Paul answered. He in turn had lived in this apartment for almost 6 years. It was a place to sleep, eat and shower, above anything else. If there was a place he’d consider home, it would be the garden in the lab.

Both men startle slightly, as Paul’s PADD receives a message. Paul furrows his brows and purses his lips, opening the message. Hugh recognises the look from previous calls, often followed with an apologetic Paul having to head back to the lab.

Paul groans at the message in frustration. He places the PADD on the coffee table, disappearing from the screen.

“What is it?” Hugh asks while grabbing something off the screen himself. Might as well fill some reports if Paul must head back to work.

“Umm,” Paul huffs from outside the screen. “It’s Straal.” He reappears wearing grey collage pants and scuffing his damp blonde hair with a towel.

“Back to work?” Hugh asks with a tender smile.

“No... Well, not right now,” Paul answers, reading the message again. He scoffs. “He’s bailing on me for a conference next weekend.”

There’s an annoyed look on the man’s face, as he dismisses the message and leans back on the couch, defeated.

“Fucking Straal,” he hisses, just audibly for Hugh to hear. He chuckles to himself, trying to hide a smile.

“Where is it?” Hugh asks, apparently while writing some notes on another device in front of him.

“Betazed.” Ugh. That’s far.

“Really?” Hugh raises his brows and opens a new tap on his PADD with a swift touch. Betazed is closer than Deneva, that’s for sure.

“I’m so tired of having to act like an idiot at these things,” Paul starts ranting. Hugh nods, but is still flicking trough tabs on his device to look at something else.

“I don’t know anyone, or even if I did, I don’t care enough to remember them. Most people don’t actually care about the research and are there just for the show and... gossip,” Paul huffs. “Who goes to a science conference for gossip?”

Hugh glances at Paul and gives a small chuckle. He’s reminded of what often goes on during Starfleet Medical personnel seminars, after and in between the lectures...

“I know some people,” Hugh laughs. He’s dug up a file listing his work shifts, displayed in thick boxes of multiple colors for multiple sites and types of shifts. He scrolls down to next week.

“It’s obnoxious. Would be fine if it was just the presentations, but there’s always some afterparty you’re expected to attend if you’re to actually make connections and get sponsors. Escapes me how my social presence has anything to do with the research...” Paul rants on.

They’ve had this conversation before, a few weeks ago, when Paul was getting ready for another one of his trips across the galaxy to present his genius research to much less interested audiences. It was clear Paul wasn’t much of a people’s person. He was a convincing speaker, though. Hugh had been intrigued from the first moment he saw Paul give his presentation. Intense, captivating and so excited about his own work, it was hard not to be. Or so Hugh had thought. Apparently, he was in the minority.

“Why does Justin just get to inform me he’s not coming. I better be in a hospital if I were to skip one of these things."

Hugh looks at Paul on the screen, his face now more frustrated than annoyed.

“Please don’t hurt yourself for that,” Hugh kids. Although there’s a slight chance Paul actually might be that stupid, he admits.

Paul smiles back at him softly. A moment passes in silence, before Hugh continues.

“You know... I have vacation days saved up. I’ve always wanted to visit Betazed.”

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GAHH. I have not written fanfiction in years..! Please be gentle, I know I also change the tense halfway trough, sorryyy. But also, this needs a name I guess?

[katieykat513]

That’s The Way It Is

I made this for the wonderful, hard working @ao3bronte

This was only supposed to be a drabble; the work count determined that that was a lie.... 

Here’s the Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24188539

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Ladybug didn't think too hard about the night she showed up to patrol, Chat Noir dancing and singing to Celine Dion. She landed on the roof as her partner danced back and forth, serenading the night in beautiful English, Where Does My Heart Beat Now.

“Where does my heart beat now?/ I can't live without/ Without feeling it inside/ Where do all the lonely hearts go?”

One thing was for certain, his voice was beautiful. “Putting on a concert for me, Chaton?”

He nearly fell off the roof in surprise. “My Lady!” He squeaked, switching back to French, his face burning red. “How long have you been standing there?!” 

She smiled, amused at his high pitched voice. “Oh, long enough to see how well you can move your hips, Kitty Cat.” She winked at him, his face turned redder than it was before. 

“Uhh, can we just forget you saw that?” An uneasy grin settled onto his face. 

“Well, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Celine Dion is a wonderful singer.” She crossed her arms and gave him a sideways glance as he rubbed the back of his neck in his familiar, nervous habit.

“Yeah, well, just don’t tell the Ladyblogger, ok? Can’t have it out that this suave cat is a big ole wuss puss.” He flexed his biceps to exaggerate his point.

“Wuss puss, huh? I think you do that perfectly fine without that particular knowledge getting out.” She giggled as his face and arms fell.

He reared back up, placed one hand over his heart and the other over his eyes, “My Lady, you wound me so!”

After her giggling died down, they started patrol, Chat’s singing nearly forgotten. It wasn’t her fault that she turned on a Celine Dion album when she returned home that night.

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It wasn’t until a few days later, when Chat had solo patrol, that Marinette was once again reminded that her partner was a die hard Celine fan.

Marinette lounged on her balcony, her sketchbook lay on her lap, as she looked out over the Seine. It was a lovely night to sit outside and sketch the outfit that she had been thinking about all week. Maybe this outfit would get Adrien to become a stuttering mess for once; probably not though. 

She opened her sketchbook and started to sketch a few basic lines when she heard it. A beautiful voice, singing in English.

“Love can touch us one time/ And last for a lifetime/ And never let go 'til we're gone”

The voice came from the other side of the roof and sounded like it moved past her quickly. She rushed to the balcony railing and looked around in the darkness to figure out where the voice  had gone. Finally she noticed the silhouette of her partner two rooftops over, leaping and singing My Heart Will Go On. 

He disappeared over the next building and Marinette shook her head as she headed back to her chair to finish her outfit. “Damn cat,” she muttered to herself.

She sat back down, put her pencil to the paper and froze. Her outfit would not come. All she could think of was Chat Noir singing that damn song. In her mind, all she could see was Chat Noir on top of the Eiffel Tower, arms spread wide, as the wind whipped his hair around his faux ears, yelling to all of Paris, ‘I’m the king of the world!’

“Uhhggg! Dumb, stupid, lovable, furball!” She grumbled as she turned to a different section of her book that contained doodles. Her pencil met the paper and the drawing came to life.

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The next day at school, Marinette sat on the benches between the lockers, smiling at her drawing from the night before. So lost in thought that she didn’t register the humming of Because you loved me, nor did she see the shadow as it came up behind her.

“What you got there, Marinette?”

“Gahh!” She screamed as Adrien snuck up behind her. Her sketchbook flew through the air landing face up, the sketch exposed for all to see. 

Adrien’s face went pale. “Wh..what is this?” He picked up the book and spun it around to look at the drawing. 

“Uhh.. just a doodle. Came to me randomly last night.” She stuttered out as she reached for the book, but he took a step back and hugged the book close. She bit her lip and thought something was wrong with it and almost missed what he said next.

“Can I have a copy?” He breathed out. 

“I’m. Sorry?” She said, completely confused. Why would Adrien want a picture of Chat Noir in a Titanic pose? And why did he look so pale and red at the same time?

“Uh. Oh. Um. You see. I’m a huge Titanic fan. And a huge superhero fan.” He stuttered out, not making eye contact,  his face became increasingly red as he went along. He stopped and had a look of dawning on his face, “Actually, can I make a request?”

“Uhh. I guess so?”

“Can you make me this sketch, but can you do it from later on in the movie, when it’s Jack and Rose. But can you make it Ladybug and Chat Noir and on the Titanic? Please? I’ll pay for it! How much do you want?” 

After breaking out of her shock, Marinette couldn’t help but lovingly smile at him as he became more excited as he spoke. A plan was already forming in her mind as pieces of a puzzle she didn't know she had, started to form in her head.

“Adrien.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t have to pay me.”

“But I can!!”

“But you won’t! Don’t worry Adrien, I’ll do it for you, because you are my friend. And I love giving gifts to my friends.” She stuck her hand out and he placed the sketchbook in her open palm.

“Thank you so much, Marinette! This means a lot to me! You have no idea!”

“Oh, I think I have an idea,” she said quietly.

“What was that?”

“Oh! I said, I have an idea...for the picture..yeah! It’s going to be great, you’ll love it! Ok. Gotta go! See you, Adrien!” 

She gathered her belongings and left the locker room, not stopping until she reached her room. She flopped down on her chaise, grabbed the pillow, and proceeded to scream into it. Tikki flew out of her purse and landed on Marinette’s head. 

“Marinette, are you ok? It’s just a drawing.”

Marinette lifted her head up and sighed dreamily, “It’s so much more than that.”

Confused, Tikki flew off to the bed while Marinette threw herself at her desk and began to furiously draw.

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A few days later the drawing was ready and she had a wonderful way to give it to him. Right before sunset she transformed, grabbed a blanket with supplies and hopped over to the roof next to hers. The same roof where Chat Noir had told her that he was glad to have her as a friend and she told him she was in love with another boy. 

Oh the irony, she thought.

She set up a blanket, placed two pillows at each end, and put a box of assorted pastries, mostly passionfruit, in between them. She placed a few fake candles around the blanket and a small bluetooth speaker next to one of the pillows, but mostly out of sight from someone not looking for it. Satisfied, she looked at the time; two hours till showtime. 

She hopped back over to her balcony and went down into her room. She grabbed her phone and a present off her desk, wrapped in black paper with a green ribbon, and hugged it close to her. She really hoped he liked it. She went back outside and hopped back over to the roof, except this time she hid on the other side of a chimney and waited for him to arrive. 

Once she heard the tell-tale metallic sound of his staff twirling through the air, she looked at her cell phone and opened the music app. She had the song queued up, all she had to do was push play as soon as he landed. 

She peaked around the corner of the chimney and the look of awe on Chat Noir’s face had her grinning ear to ear. She looked back down to her phone and pressed play. Power of Love started to play through the speaker causing Chat to jump into the air in surprise. 

As the song headed toward the second chorus Ladybug got ready to make her appearance; she was going to knock his socks off. He kept looking around for her, and the moment he had his back turned from her couldn’t have worked out more perfectly, as she walked from behind the chimney, present in hand, as she sang in accented english.

“'Cause I'm your lady/ And you are my man/ Whenever you reach for me/ I'll do all that I can/ We're heading for something/ Somewhere I've never been/ Sometimes I am frightened/ But I'm ready to learn/ Of the power of love.”

“La..Ladybug?!” His voice was tight. He was on the verge of tears, wondering if this was real, a sentimonster, or a dream. His hand twitched to grab his staff and run away from the situation. She paused the music and tossed her phone on the pillow.

“Hello, Chaton. I know what you’re thinking. Yes, this is real. No, I am not a sentimonster. And I know that’s what a sentimonster would say, but hear me out! When we fought Copycat, all those months ago, you remember what made me realize which one was real?”

He nodded his head.

“You looked up at me from the ground, winked, and said ‘Would I ever lie to you, Buginette?’ remember?”

“Oh My Lady!” He ran to scoop her up in his arms. “I was so scared! Never do that to this poor cat's heart again!”

“Sorry. Guess I was just a little excited.”

“What is all of this? Why now? And I didn’t know you liked Celine Dion too!!”

“All will be answered in time. For now, open it.” She handed him the present he had almost squashed between them when he hugged her.

“A present? For me? But it’s not even my birthday.”

“I know.” He looked up at her, confused, “Just open it!” 

She watched as he opened the present to reveal a small notebook that had pages that could be added or removed. He looked at it questioningly as she started speaking again.

“You see, I may enjoy Celine Dion, but not enough to commission a friend to draw a picture of his superhero alter ego, standing on the bow of the titanic with his superhero partner.” She looked at him as he lost all color in his face. 

He looked down at the book and opened it. There on the first page, was the original doodle of Chat Noir on the Eiffel Tower, encased in a plastic page sleeve. He turned the page and gasped. It was almost the same picture, but instead of just Chat Noir, Ladybug was standing right behind him, standing on the second rung of the railing, to make her seem taller, her arms wrapped around his torso, as she sat her head on his shoulder. 

“How did you..”

“Keep going, there's one more.” She interrupted.

He looked back down, tears glistened in his eyes, and turned the page. There, in beautiful color was a picture of two people standing on the bow of the titanic; except it wasn’t Ladybug and Chat Noir. Standing in the front was Marinette with her arms spread wide with Adrien behind her, his arms around her waist as she leaned into his chest. Picture Adrien leaned in to give picture Marinette a kiss on her cheek as her face was flushed. Both of them were wearing the original clothes that Jack and Rose wore.

“Mar...Marinette?” He looked up as tears of joy flowed down his face, to see Ladybug smiling wide at him. 

“Hello, Adrien. I’d drop my transformation but I didn’t exactly tell Tikki about all this, so I’d rather not have to hear a lecture quite yet.”

He gaped at her and rushed to gather her in his arms again. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! This is the best present anyone has ever given me! Thank you so much, My Lady! Oh! I call you Buginette!! It’s so close to your actual name! No wonder you hate it! But seriously, Celine Dion! I loved it! You have an amazing voice, My Lady! And your art? Wonderful! When we get married I’m hanging this in our living room for all to see!”

Ladybug laughed at the overexcited boy in a cat suit. “Well, Adrien has to ask Marinette on a date before she agrees to marry him. But I have it on good authority that she’ll say yes.” 

“Nope, we are skipping all the steps! We are going to go find someone to marry us right now! Show up to school tomorrow as newlyweds, and watch everyone freak out!”

“Ok. Ok. Calm down, Cat-sanova, we’ll get there. But first, I think you promised payment for a drawing. And as you can see I have provided you with three.” She puckered her lips out a little and batted her eyelashes. 

“Payment? But you said they were a gift! I would have brought my wallet! If I had known!”

Ladybug gave him a deadpanned look as he started to freak out again, “Adrien.”

“Yes?”

“Just kiss me, Chaton.”

“Ohhhhhh. That kind of payment! Yeah. I can do th..”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish, for fear that he wouldn't stop, grabbed him by the bell and yanked him down to her lips, as she threw her other arm to latch around his neck. His arms came around her waist, as they held each other tight.

Celine Dion would definitely be a part of their wedding playlist.

[thorinthehottotty]

May 18th - Lyn's Writing Event - Thorin

Prompt -Soulmate AU (where you can't see the color of your soulmate's eye color until you meet them.)

Warnings: None

Your parents knew it would be blue for you from a young age. When you couldn't tell overcast from clear skies. You didn't mind. You liked the color grey. It was soothing.

How many times had your friends tried to describe blue to you? Too many. Somewhere between green and purple. Both of those colors you liked. The thing that bothered you the most was how quickly your friends were finding their soulmates compared to you. He wasn't from Bree, evidently. But your wandering spirit was already aware of this.

The older you got, the more you wanted to go exploring. Not just to find your soulmate, but to explore the world.

Rivendell was your first stop when you finally had enough and move onto what you had always felt. The elves were notoriously kind there and you stayed a while as they saw the promise you had with bows and battle. Bree was after that, then moving further West with a lack of true direction where you were going.

That was when you had a nasty run in with trolls.

You'd put up a hell of a fight when they caught you trying to free the group of ponies that had collected. You'd managed to shove your recurve bow into the eye of the one that walking boogers. He didn't like that a bit and dropped you.

"Gahh! I'm blind! I'm blind!" It howled. You managed to duck and roll out of the way of one of them trying to snatch you.

"Get out of the way or she'll get away!"

"Grab her!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" My attention is drawn away when a tiny person peeks from pony's cage. Oh no. And from no where, dwarves began to pour in.

You cursed when they snatched up what you were quick to discover was a hobbit. Little fella was so out of his element, you felt dreadful and laid down your weapons with everyone else.

And then you were jammed into a burlap sack same as everyone else and grumbled out another curse. "I'll never get this stench out of this leather," you hiss.

"Is that elven armor?" The little hobbit asked from beside you, as if his friends weren't currently being roasted on the fire. You peaked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Is this a good time for conversation? We should be trying to get out of these," you scold softly. Then your squirming in your sack and the dwarf behind you grunts unhappily. "Sorry, Master Dwarf. Just fishing for another blade."

"Ey! You lot stop talking over there!" One of the trolls shouts as they continue to argue over how to cook dwarf. Evidently they understood well enough how you'd taste. That was an awful thought.

Bilbo launched into a quick witted spiel on how to best cook a dwarf as you drew a small blade you normal used for skinning game and sawed at the burlap. You paused when he said they needed to be skinned first and then gave a pained groan. "Oh dear gods. He's dumber than I thought," you murmur and several of the dwarves cast you amused glances. He quickly covered by stumbling out that everyone had worms.

The dwarf behind you kicked another when he protested. Finally you'd made it through the sack's tie near your throat and it loosened. You wiggled out a bit more and twisted. Both you and the handsomest dwarf you'd seen in your life froze. His eyes... They were the most beautiful color you'd seen in your life. And slowly it sunk into the world around you. Little bits of blue were soaking in like spilled ink.

A crooked smile lifts one side of your mouth in amusement. "Fancy meeting you here," you joke and reach up to slice at his own bag. No one notices the exchange as his lips part in surprise.

"A woman," he murmurs, mostly to himself. You throw him a wink and twist to help the others as well. Just as the trolls are getting fed up and catching on, an old friend emerges and breaks a rock, petrifying the trolls.

"Gandalf!" You gasp and throw the old man a grin. "Always up to no good!" You tease.

"I was not the one trapped by trolls, now was I?"

"Fair enough. How are you my old friend?" You reply and step up towards him.

"Traveling with dwarves is making me weary. Last I saw you were in Rivendell. Where are you heading?"

"I figured I'd take a stroll through the Shire, maybe learn about some gardens, roll in some grass." The wizard grins at you proudly.

The clearing of a throat has you glancing over to the tall dwarf eyeing you. "Ah, how rude of me. Thorin, meet an old friend of mine. Y/N, this is Thorin Oakenshield and his company. Thorin, this is Y/N."

"How long will you be in the Shire?" He demands immediately.

"Rather blunt, aren't you?" You laugh. But those blue eyes burn you as you grin. Blue is definitely your favorite color.

"I don't have time to follow you there. We are heading East a great distance. It will be a long time before I can return." Gandalf frowns, and so do many of his dwarves. Apparently this was not a reaction he normally gave. You grin at him and reach for your discarded quiver and bow.

"I'm not sure. But I'm sure you'll find me." You throw him a wink and attach the quiver to your back.

"I seem to have missed something."

"Good seeing you, Gandalf. A pleasure, Thorin." You give his name extra emphasis. The dwarf gapes at your amusement of the situation.

"You're leaving?" The dwarf bellows. You turn, grinning at him, planting your feet.

"Are you asking me to stay?" It's quiet a moment. Then he nods.

"Aye. Join us for our quest to reclaim Erebor." This has the dwarves around him gasping in horror.

"Thorin! Have you lost your mind!?" A burly, tattooed Dwarf grunts.

"A human woman!"

"What are you doing!?" Without looking away from your eyes, he replies back to them.

"She is my One." Gandalf arches a brow and jaws drop open. You nod at him, making your way toward him. He wanted you to stay, despite being human. You gave him every opportunity to deny you. He didn't. It filled you with warmth.

"Alright, I was looking for an adventure. Lead on."

"Thorin! Gandalf! I've found something!" The hobbit calls, popping up from a hole in the ground.

Gandalf shouts praise as the two of them move on. Two young dwarves saddle up beside you. "Hello, Auntie!" They call out. Oh, what an adventure this would be.

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @dabisburntnut @tomisbaeholland

[theoneandonlyameliajones]

Why Did You Leave Us?

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya is dead and for some reason that is just to hard to accept. How were they supposed to get over something like? Follow Bakugou, Todoroki, Uraraka, and Iida as they deal with the aftermath of Deku's death. Spoiler alert: They're hurting real bad.

 Bakugou

It’s not easy, it’s never easy. Bakugou knows this, but why him? Why did this have to happen to him? The green eyes that had been staring back at him all his life were gone now. His stupid hair and dumb freckles nowhere in sight. It shouldn’t be this hard to move on, but he can’t. This was not just another classmate, this was Deku and he just straight up had to go and die. For what? To save a few lives? It wasn’t worth it. He hated himself for thinking it, but he’d rather have that couple die. 

 “Gahh,” Bakugou absentmindedly grunted. He forgot he was in class, it’s not like he could focus much on school right now though. Exams were two weeks ago, just a few days after it happened and he knew that he probably bombed them. What was the point? It’s not like he could rub his score in the shitty nerd's face anyway.

 “Bakugou? You alright man?” Bakugou turned around to see Sero looking at him concerned. As he turned, he got a glimpse of the empty seat behind him. Damnit why did Sero have to do this to him?

 “I’m fine!” he yelled a little too loud causing the rest of the class to look in his direction.

 “Is everything okay over there?” Aizawa-sensei had asked. Normally, he would be angrier. There was nothing Aizawa-sensei hated more than interruptions. He liked to get through lessons as quickly as possible and interruptions interfered with that. Still, even he had been careful around Bakugou recently, which only made Bakugou angrier. Was it that easy to see how much of a mess he was?

 Class ended and Bakugou ran out as fast as he could. No one stopped him, no one ever stopped him. Even Kirishima knew to give him space. As he walked out he heard Uruaka whisper something to Iida.

 “I think he’s taking it just as hard as us.” Bakugou clenched his fist at that comment. What did they know? He was fine, he didn’t miss Deku. He didn’t miss the boy that followed him his entire life. He didn’t miss the kid that used to idolize him. That damn Deku didn’t know what was good for him and now he was gone. At that realization, tears started to drip down Katsuki’s face and before anyone could see him, he ran to the roof.

Todoroki

 Todoroki saw him though. He saw Bakugou crying, something he thought he’d never see. He couldn’t blame him though, he too had been a wreck since Midoriya died. What was worse was he was there to see it happen. He could have saved him. Only if he was fast enough, Midoriya would have been here. 

 “Todoroki-kun do you want to join us for lunch?” asked Ururaka shyly. She was doing her best to keep it together. She always invited him to lunch and asked if he wanted to hang out. Todoroki appreciated the sentiment, but he always declined. Sitting with Uruaka, Iida and Tsu was too hard. It always felt like something was missing and Todoroki knew he had no right to go sit with them when it was his fault Midoriya had died in the first place.

 “Thanks for the offer Uruaka-san, but I think I’ll pass for today.” He gave her a small smile, but she only sighed and looked at the ground. He wondered how she was handling things. Midoriya and her were always really close. Still, aside from being a little shaken he was surprised how put together she was. Todoroki looked over at Iida hoping for some kind of response. He and Iida had been close before the incident, but now the taller boy wouldn’t do so much as look at him. Todoroki wondered if Iida blamed him for the accident, he had every right to. Still, he didn’t just give Todoroki the cold shoulder. The class president became a man of few words after the green-haired boy had passed away.

 Todoroki waved goodbye to the group and slowly headed upstairs to the roof. He didn’t have much of an appetite anyway. He thought of Midoriya and his gleaming green eyes. His freckles that he always wanted to trace over with his finger. Shouto looked down at his left hand and remembered the sports festival. It was Midoriya that inspired him to use his firepower and rise to his full potential as a hero. He couldn’t thank him enough for that, but in the end, Todoroki couldn’t return the favor.

 He watched him die. It was fast, but he was there. Midoriya had rushed to save that couple from that falling building, but that villain had immobilized him. He managed to throw the two to Todoroki, but by the time Shouto had caught them and placed them down it was too late. Looking back, the whole thing seemed a little like a trap. Was someone trying to get Midoriya killed? No, he couldn’t blame someone else, the blame lies with him and him only.

 His heart ached with the memories of the boy that was his best friend, someone who could have been something more. Todoroki missed his smile and his muttering. He wanted to spend more late nights with him complaining about their families and teachers. He wanted a future with his friend in it, but that wasn't an option anymore. When he finally opened the door on the roof, he discovered Bakugou had beaten him there.

Uraraka 

Uraraka hated the world for taking her best friend away. She hated everything about it. She hated the people, the sounds, the smells. How could this world continue to move on without him here? She had tried, she had tried to keep it together, to keep everyone together. That's what Deku would have wanted right? Was it even worth it though? No matter what she did Iida still wouldn’t talk to her, Todoroki was always going off on his own and Bakugou was being even more aggressive than his normal self. She had to keep it together, but some days it was too hard. Every day was too hard. So much so that every day after classes were done she would go straight to the bathroom and throw up. After she was done she would stay in her room until she could regain some composure. It wasn’t easy, and would often involve some crying, but she did it.

 “Oi-Uraraka! Nice job during training today. I’ve never seen you float that high before.” smiled Kaminari just as lively as always. It made her angry sometimes to know that people were just moving on with their lives. She knew it had been almost three weeks since the incident and Kaminari and Deku were never all that close, but still. How could they move on when she couldn’t stop thinking of him?

 “Thanks,” she smiled back at him. She knew it probably didn’t look genuine, but she didn’t care. She did appreciate the comment though. After all, she had been training a lot recently to pass the time. She felt closest to Deku when she did. That boy trained more than anything and she wanted to keep his spirit alive. She even saved all his hero-analysis journals and kept them in her room. They were next to the now dried out pink rose Deku gave her on their “first-date”. Well, he didn't call it a date, but Iida couldn't make it and it was just the two of them. She cherished the memory. He tried to call her beautiful, but he got flustered. He felt so embarrassed about it later that when the night ended he bought her a flower and told her she reminded him of it instead.

  If they were given more time then maybe… No, she couldn’t do that to herself, to think about any future they could have had. He was gone and she was just going to have to accept that. It didn’t help that her heart broke every time she saw the color green. She still turned in Deku’s seats direction expectantly during Hero Analysis class sometimes and when she realized he wasn't there, she wanted more than anything to disappear too. This was it, she couldn’t keep it in anymore. She wasn’t going to throw up today because she wasn’t going to eat. She needed to clear her head of him, she needed fresh air.

 “Uraraka-san?” she heard Iida say. It was probably his first words of the day, but she didn’t care. She ran and ran until she found herself on the roof.

Iida

 Uraraka just ran past him. She was hurting and Iida knew it, but as much as he wanted to comfort her he just couldn’t. The words couldn’t come out no matter how he tried. Life continued as normal after Deku passed away, but he struggled to find joy in its structure. There was a light that Midoriya brought to everything and now it was gone. He should have been there for his friend, but he wasn't. Midoriya came out of nowhere to help him in Hosu, saving his life and more importantly saving his soul. He reminded Iida what it means to be a true hero, but Iida couldn’t protect him. He was supposed to be out with Todoroki and Midoriya that day, but he decided it would be better if he prepared for his big speech for the class. Mic-Sensei told him he should do it, that it would help pump his classmates up and Iida took it more seriously than anything. So seriously that when his two friends asked him to hang out that day he declined.

 “Poor Ochako, she must have been holding this in for a while.” he looked over at Tsu who looked concerned. He only nodded, that’s all he could do. After hearing about Midoriya’s death he couldn’t give that speech anymore. He barely wanted to talk anymore and so that’s what he did. He kept quiet only speaking when necessary. If what Todoroki told him was true then he could have saved him. They needed someone with speed and that’s exactly what Iida took away from them when he stayed at the dorms.

 ‘He would have been a great hero’ he remembered Aizawa sensei saying to the class when he announced Midoriya’s death. Iida’s heart broke at the comment because he knew it was true. Midoriya had a good heart and a great smile. He reminded him of All Might sometimes in that way. Speaking of All Might-sensei, Iida remembered him taking the news the worst. He took a temporary leave of absence from school because of it as well. Iida wondered if this was because one of his students died or if it was for Midoriya in particular. He thought Uraraka was handling everything okay, but looking at her now he couldn’t help but feel bad. She was there to support him through this, but he was so cold to her. Why? She was hurting too, but he didn’t do anything to help her. Without a second thought, he waved goodbye to Tsu and followed his friend. Maybe it was too late, but they needed to get through this together.

All of Them

Lunch-period was not going to be long enough for Bakugou to get the space he needed. He thought about ditching class altogether for the day, but he kept seeing Deku's disapproving face in his head. What was worse was that his alone time was cut short when Half and Half came and sat next to him. 

 “Why are you here?” Bakugou glared at him.

 “Same as you,” he smiled softly, “I just needed some fresh air.” The two sat in silence for several minutes before the door behind them burst open.

 “Great, someone else is here,” said Bakugou dryly.

 Todoroki turned around to find Uraraka behind him and she looked like she had been crying. Her cheeks glistened just like Bakugou’s and he figured that they were all here for the same reason. A few moments later Iida came up and they all took a seat, their feet dangling off the edge of the roof.

 Uraraka didn’t like that there were other people here. She wanted some alone time, but at least no one spoke. It gave her time to collect her thoughts. She dried her cheeks and took in the fresh air and felt almost okay. There was a certain comfort in being here with Bakugou, Todoroki, and Iida. It was almost as if they were each carrying a different part of Deku with them and while they were here together, he was there too. 

 “I miss him,” Iida was the first one to talk. His classmates all turned towards him a little shocked like they had forgotten the sound of his voice. It was the truth, Iida missed Midoriya and he would always miss Midoriya, but he knew his friend wouldn’t want him to keep silent forever.

 “I miss him too,” to Iida’ surprise it was Bakugou that spoke.

 Bakugou took a deep breath. He had to choose his words carefully otherwise he might break down again. There were so many feelings spinning around his chest that he couldn’t make sense of. All he knew was he wished the shitty nerd didn’t die. “I’ve never said anything nice to him, not really at least. He probably died thinking I hate him, but I don’t. I don’t know how I feel about him, but it’s not hatred. He was always there and now...” 

 “He’s gone,” Uraraka said with her fists clenched. “I’m so mad at him for leaving us, but at the same time, I miss him more than anything. I keep trying to keep his spirit alive by smiling and going about my day but it’s too hard.”

 Todoroki sighed. It wasn’t fair, was it? Uraraka had been carrying this on her back as he continued to blow her off. “Then let us help you. If Midoriya was here he would want us to continue stronger than ever, but I think his expectations are a little too high. For now, let’s try to get through this together.”

 “Together,” Iida tasted the word on his tongue. He supposed that was the least they could do.

 “Just like that shitty nerd would want.” smiled Bakugou.

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Alluring. (3/?)

With: Detective!Bucky x Witch!Reader.

Words: 1,732.

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The adaptation was slow, the girls were better than you in that matter, they managed to live without their father. Managed to do their chores while you tried to be there for your children but still laid in bed almost 18 hours per day.

You missed him. And the idea that your family’s curse was the reason for his death hurt deeply.

Iara liked to jump on your bed. "Mom, we are going to school again." The small girl sang. "And we ate 5 pancakes each." Iara lied and you could feel it and smiled seeing her trying to make you jump out of bed. "And then we ate again, and again, and agaiiin, and again ahh-" You pulled her closer and hugged her tightly before tickling her. "Mom stop!"

You hugged her tightly and kissed her head. "Um sorry baby, I'm just... so tired."

"Its okay mom. And you're with bad breath." She joked and both laughed before Aunt Bim called Iara to grab the school bus.

You left the bed then, took a shower, and decided to move on. You had to be there for your children.

You rented a small store in the city and started to sell flowers, you loved to plant and since you had a... touch for it, it would do good.

                          …

It was a few days later that things went upside down. After placing the girls in bed, the house’s phone started to ring, you felt it was Yasmin in distress and ran to it.

"Yasmin? What's going on?"

"Y/N, I'm scared."

"Why? What happened?"

"I was with Jack and he punched me and now he is dragging me to places and I need help."

"Where are you?"

Yasmin gave the city's name and said that her boyfriend was drunkenly passed out and that is why she managed to call.

You rushed through the house and asked your aunts to take care of the girls while you were out, the aunts felt that Yasmin was in danger too and agreed in keeping an eye on the kids.

You drove and drove and when you finally found Yasmin, she was with colorful spots all over her face and arms. "Y/N!" She hugged you tightly.

You walked out of the old motel and Yasmin kept making excuses for Jack's behavior, saying that he was only drunk and afraid to lose her.

You sat her down in the car but she kept saying she forgot your mother's necklace in his car, so, even with you trying to keep her inside the vehicle she ran to Jack’s car to take it.

You followed her, trying to rush her and take her safely back home.

But Jack pulled her to the car and held a knife to her neck. You widened your eyes and since the man -besides being crazy- stank of alcohol he could kill her at any moment.

"Drive." He warned. You tried to find a way out. But at how tightly he was holding your sister you couldn't do anything else. "I said drive!"

You sat at the driver’s seat and started the car.

You had no idea where you were going and Jack kept kissing Yasmin and apologizing for his behavior, broken promises, for sure. You squeezed the steering wheel watching Yasmin falling to his trap by the review mirror.

Jack squeezed her neck which made you step in the brake and started to yell trying to take his hands off of her.

The psychopath started to laugh and even made sexual jokes, his knife still on his waist. Once Yasmin told you that she placed belladonna in his drinks so he could be more... relaxed. You searched the herbs in the car, since it was his and she traveled with him it was probably there. 

You found the small glass and knew it was the right herbs, you just needed to find a way to make him drink it.

Jack told you to stop the car so he could take a piss, he took Yasmin with him so you wouldn't drive away.

Smart.

You held one of his tequila’s bottles and placed the herbs inside, shaking it trying to make it unnoticeable to his drunk eyes.

After a big amount of belladonna that you poured in his tequila's bottle, and how focused he was in Yasmin’s lips, he finally passed out. Which was good, till Yasmin glanced at him and saw him falling limp with open eyes.

"No. No, no, no. How much belladonna you gave him?" She yelled, she saw you holding the herbs while she tried to prevent Jack from peeing on her.

You looked at the backseat and stopped the car in the middle of the road. "I don't fucking know, he was with a knife on your throat!"

"Jack, baby, come on, wake up. Wake up." He didn't move nor breathed. "You killed him." She said frightened. "Y/N, you, you killed him."

"No, I did not. I mean I did but it was self-defense. Self-defense!"

"The cops won't believe that. Oh my God, I'll go to jail!"

"No you'll not, because I won't go to jail, I can't go to jail. I mean I have children, Yasmin! Two beautiful girls that don't deserve to lose their mother!"

"What do we do? What do we do?" She kept chanting, her hands almost pulling her hair out of her head. "Y/N! Remember when Paterson died and you wanted to bring him back?"

"Great moment for you to bring my husband into this."

"No, shit, look! The aunts didn't bring him back but you're strong, and if both of us do the spell then it can work."

"Yasmin, I will not bring that asshole back from the dead!"

"Why?"

"Why?! Because is not right nor natural and he wouldn't be him it would probably come back tainted-"

"More than he already is? Y/N we have to. Look, if we go to jail, then your girls will have to live without you. And honestly? Since we can fix this let's do it."

You stared at her, and then glanced at the... body. You took deep breaths and tried to find reasoning. But if the cops came what would she say? That your sister and her asshole of a boyfriend was drugged and drunk and that you had a big quantity of -a high degree of toxicity by the way- plant with you and that is how you killed him? That wouldn't work. "Y/N, Y/N come on."

"Okay, okay! Aunt Bim and Aunt Mira took the girls to dance under the full moon even though I told not to but we know they did. So, so let's... let's go home." You started the car again and drove until you reached your old town.

It started to rain and it made Jack's limp body even heavier to take out of the car. "Of course it had to start to rain."

"Come on, come on."

Opening the house's door and soaking everything in their path Yasmin looked her beloved cat sitting in the table. "Hey, Duncan." She called the cat and you stopped walking glaring at her.

"We have a dead man in our arms and you're talking with our cat?!"

"Shit, you're too tense still."

You could only grunt at her calm state, with great care you reached the kitchen and placed the man's body in the table.

Yasmin brought the book and searched the spell, the dark details grabbing your attention more than anything. "Y/N, it's Jack Rollings! He can't come back more unnatural or tainted."

Somehow she was right.

You prepared the spell and the last part was the worst. One of you had to place needles on both of his eyes. "Gahh, I can't! I can't!"

"Give me that." Yasmin took the needles and did the job. "Here you fucker, this is for hurting me."

You two recited the latin words and a rumble of thunder sounded. The man didn't move, so you accepted defeat and kept worrying about what to do next.

It took a few seconds and more bickering of both of you, but then Yasmin was dragged back. "You still love meee?" Jack yelled while he sat in the table grabbing her neck. 

He shook her and shook her, his eyes lacking shine and he looked even more... cruel.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" You hit him over and over but didn't help, he was stronger, your sister was red so in an adrenaline act, you held the big frying pan and hit the man's head over and over.

He let go of Yasmin's head and fell on the floor. His eyes open and unmoving. "You, you killed him... again?!"

"No, of course not."

"Y/N!"

"YOU WERE DYING YASMIN!"

It all turned into a big mess.

She kneeled on the floor and checked the man's pulse. Then, in an act of desperation, you two could only do one thing. 

Bury him.

You dragged his body outside and buried him.

Both of you were soaked to the bone, and afraid. "We can't tell anyone about that. No one, no one! You hear me? Not to our aunts, not to the cops, especially my girls." You yelled in the rain.

Yasmin nodded and promised.

New York City.

Detective James Barnes was staring at the board in front of him. Jack Rollings picture above, and three women pictures under. The women that were found dead in three different cities.

Last time someone saw him he was with a new woman, Yasmin Y/L/N.

But James didn't have much to do without the bodies autopsy back then, but now that he had sure that the semen that was found on the victim's bodies belonged to Jack Rollins, aside from the exact size of a hand that marked their necks. He could find the fucker and take him to be placed in jail in -hopefully- a perpetual sentence.

But no one knew of Rollings whereabouts.

"Buck? You going to the bar with us?"

His work friend, Elliot, asked him, it was 11pm already and they managed to solve a big case.

But Bucky had to find Rollings before he hurt anyone else. "Nah, I'll probably head home after here."

Elliot was also disappointed with Jack Rollings being out there. But he better than anyone knew how toxic work could get. "James." That grabbed Bucky's attention. "Is not your fault what that fucker did, and we will find him."

"Yeah, but I'll only rest when he's placed in a cage. Or dead." Bucky grinned which made Elliot chuckle and give his last goodbye.

Driving to his apartment he kept seeing the women's bodies on his head, the way they suffered, it was awful. The least he could do was to make justice for them. He had to find Rollings, it was the least he could do.

His phone started to ring and -even if he shouldn't get it- it was almost automatic. "Barnes."

It was his friend from the intelligence, Clint Barton.

"I got info of that girl you asked about. Apparently, she used to receive letters every month and the last one wasn't read, it was written by Y/N Y/L/N and she's Yasmin’s sister. She didn't write anything that can lead you to Jack Rollings's way, but she knows him since she mentioned that he was an asshole and Yasmin should get far away from him."

Bucky chuckled. "I like that Y/N already."

"Yeah, I'll send you the address."

"Thank you, I own you one."

"You sure do."

Bucky read the address and decided to go check. He went to his apartment to prepare a bag and have at least a nap before he could travel.

He was about to finish this case.

                ...

@salimahbicharara-comun​ @buckybabybaby​ @waiting4inspiration​ @velvetwonderbucky​

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Hello! I would like a match up please! I’m a 5’4 pan women with black hair cut into a bob. I have blue eyes and round rosey cheeks! I’m very soft and plump and I love to wear pink dresses and makeup! I love horror and the macabre as well and incorporate it into most of my art. I love to be with my friends but I need plenty of time by myself. I also really want to explore spooky places (but I’d need someone to hold my hand hehe) thank you!!!

Hello cutie!! We are very similar 💖💖 I hope you like this(:

Up first is: Vincent Sinclair

• I think Vincent would truly just adore your style. He’d find you to be innocent and pure compared to him which would make him want to protect you. A cute pink dress, he’s blushing under his mask. How on earth did someone so angelic wander into Ambrose? He doesn’t care, he’s so lucky you did and that you decided to stay with him.

• He could adore your makeup and would love watching you do it. The way you move the brushes across your skin, similar to the way he creates his art. All the colors you blend - it’s like a painting on your face and he’s in awe. How could such a simple act be so calming and beautiful to watch. He’ll be fascinated by the makeup, would probably steal some to use for his art. Is confused when you say it’s not meant for that.

- ‘Vincent where is my blue eyeliner?’ You won’t need a response, he’ll be sitting there with the eye pencil in his hand.

-‘No, Vince you can’t draw with it..it’s not a pencil.’ Obviously he’s confused. It’s got a point, you use it to draw, is it not a pencil? poor wax boy is confused.

• Vincents life was very dark before you came along, but even with you in his life it’s still not perfect for obvious reasons. You love horror so that’s good because this boy indulges in a couple creepy hobbies. You have your art and he has his lol. He loves that you accept him the way he is and don’t find him too creepy. He’s really insecure and is always afraid you’ll leave him for someone better. Someone like Bo.

• You incorporate macabre into your artwork!! Vincent’s gonna love this plain and simple. He’ll find your artwork to be unique and just as odd yet beautiful as his own. He’ll most likely take inspiration from some of your creations and add it into his own. You’re his muse and he enjoys drawing and working on art with you, whether it’s a project you’re completing together or alone. Any time with you is great and the fact that you both love art, that makes him so happy. You’re his perfect person, his angel sent down to love and care for him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve you.

• He’s not a talker, unless it’s a sentence or two but even then he’d rather shake or nod his head - point to what he needs or grunt or groan in response. You liking alone time from time to time won’t bother him. He doesn’t mind if you’re quiet too, just please don’t stay away from him for too long or he’ll start to think you’ve changed your mind about him. He’s really insecure like I said, so he’ll get worried and stress for days if you aren’t being as affectionate to him as usual. He’ll think he’s done something wrong, but won’t bother you. He’ll wait for you to make the first move given the fact that he’s shy and he doesn’t want to push you away.

• No place better to explore than Ambrose. You want creepy? You got creepy. From the church to the gas station, to the Sinclair house, and of course the House of Wax. It’s a peculiar town, one that definitely took some time getting used to but once you did you realized it was quite beautiful. Vincent will take you out and wander with you. He’ll hold your hand the whole time and explore the town he’s seen so many times before differently with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing together, every moment is perfect and he’s so grateful for you.

okay and next is..

Bubba:

• Bubba loves your short hair. He loves to play with it and pat you head. He loves the way it shapes your face especially your perfectly round cheeks. His fingers are always squeezing them. He can’t help it, they’re adorable especially when a blush creeps over them turning them pink. You’re just too adorable. Prepare for lots of kisses all over your face and lots of happy babbling and praising.

• Bubba loves how soft you are, your skin feels so nice against his. He loves holding your hand, kissing you, just touching you any way he can. He’s a very affectionate guy and he loves having his hands on you somehow - very grabby!

• Your dresses are so pretty. He loves pawing at the fabric, feeling how nice the material is. The colors make him happy and they look so good on you. A pretty dress for a pretty girl, he’s in awe. More praises, will probably dance with you to see the dress twirl. Heck he’ll just spin you around or babble for you to spin around yourself, twirling his fingers to help explain what he means. He might want to try on one of your pretty dresses. Maybe it’ll make him pretty too, he wants to see. Now he’s in your dress and won’t stop spinning around. He’s pointing to his head because headache.

• Bubba is going to adore your makeup. He loves makeup and he loves watching you do your makeup and what it looks like when it’s finished. He’s going to touch your face a lot. He wants to feel the colors. You’ll have to do makeover nights with him because he’s going to be persistent on getting his hands on that makeup. He wants to try it and look pretty too.

• He has some weird furniture pieces made from bones and remaining carcasses. Nubbins got him into that. He’s very handsy and loves to make things. When he sees your artwork he’s very interested. They’re amazing! He loves the macabre style, all the creepy things you draw and sketch. He’ll want to hang up all your drawings and display them so everyone can see. He’s so proud of you.

• Quite like Vincent, Bubba won’t mind if you want some alone time but he’s just very clingy. He needs so much love and attention and if you’re alone for too long he’ll get sad and confused. You’re the only person who treats him with love and kindness, so you being away from him will make him wonder if he did something wrong. Complete opposite of Vincent, he won’t wait. He’ll go straight to you and be a blubbering mess, tears on his mask. You’ll have to explain to him he did nothing wrong otherwise he’d keep his head down like a puppy.

• The sawyer farm is spooky as it is lol, so no need to go anywhere else. Bubba will walk through the woods with you, wander around for a bit, and let you explore his town. No need to be scared because he won’t let you out of his sight. He’d hold your hand and take care of anyone who dare cross your path.

This is so lengthy gahh but I added a 3rd pick

last but not least..

Tiffany Valentine:

• Tiff loves your body. She loves how soft you are, how your is cut so adorable short. She adores your makeup most of all and the way it compliments your beautiful blue eyes. Kisses will always be on your cheeks and she’ll swoon over the way you blush when she does so. Nicknames like doll face, pudding, and sugar are expected.

• She’ll love the way you dress. Fashion is something she takes very seriously, being that it brings her so much joy. She’ll love all your dresses and might even match with you on some days. Shopping together would definitely be one of her favorite things to do with you. She’d help you pick out so many things.

• Makeup is her favorite thing to do. She loves all types of makeup. She’ll take inspiration from some of your looks and try new things with hers. She’ll give you tips and practice different looks on you. The fact that you both love so much of the same things would make her very happy. She’d be so excited and giddy getting dolled up with you.

• Tiff would love your artwork. She’s a pretty gal with a dark soul. She loves horror movies and horror activities. Your artwork would spark her interest. She’d probably get one of your drawings tatted honestly. Would try to convince you to have an art show. She’d arrange it. You’re just so talented and she wants everyone to know.

• She wouldn’t mind you wanting alone time. There’s plenty of things she could do to occupy herself. Reading, painting and filing her nails, shopping. She’d always be there for you and would know that you weren’t doing it because you were mad, but because you liked being alone sometimes. She would understand that.

• There’s not really anything that spooks her out. She’s a confident woman. She’ll take you to haunted houses or abandoned houses, anywhere spooky you wanna go. Don’t be nervous, she’d hold your hand and talk the whole way. If you got too scared she’d wrap her arms around you and guide you away from the situation. You’re her baby doll and she wouldn’t want you being too scared.

Sorry this was so long omggggg. I just couldn’t pick one 😂

[minderellas]

what comes next

#mondayswithmingyu

title: what comes next

pairing: kim mingyu/reader

genre: romance, royalty au

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

a/n: apologies again for the super late post T____T i promise i’ll stick to my schedule better next time gahh

Simply to lay his cards on the table, Mingyu wouldn’t want to take any other woman’s hand to be his queen if they weren’t you. There wasn’t anyone else he trusted and was able to communicate with better than you. The thought of you residing quietly in the shadows as you watch him be offered princesses equipped with their own talents and attractive qualities all didn’t compare to you.

Your family has served as the trusted supporters and advisors for the royal family for as long as the royal family tree even existed. Your past relatives had been the advisor to Mingyu’s great grandfather during battle, and when it had been proven to be dependable as the king led the nation to victory, it went without being written down that your family would continue bearing the occupation for as long as the kingdom would exist.

Everyone involved in the monarchy thought of it as a lucky stroke of fate that you were born just around Mingyu was, which had everyone assured that the sole heir to the kingdom would be in good hands. Like how every past advisor had been, you were raised while being taught by the finest tutors in the nation, and you had grown to be skilled and intelligent in the affairs of your proud land, been a first hand witness to all the events going on in the palace, and has been Mingyu’s side and advised him in his duties as the crown prince.

When everyone sees you by Mingyu’s side all the time, no one really is surprised at your presence. They all mutter words of how smart you are, how wise and patient you are at handling situations, and how you look so beautiful doing so.

Deep down you think, if you’re being honest, all that training and studying didn’t prepare you the slightest bit in matters of affinity. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, for you are only supposed to be the advisor of the king, not his lover.

xx

The rising morning sun casts a light on the crashing waves, creating a stunning sparkle that comes and goes like the wind. The light gets into Mingyu’s eyes, squinting as he still tries to train his glance on the rippling water. His legs dangle from the edge of the utmost top of the lighthouse, a black fencing the only thing separating him from free falling, cascading down, maybe sinking into the water that now seems like a good idea. Mingyu’s hands clasp around the cold metal of the fence, as he leans his body onto the fence, head slotting in between each bar. He breathes out a heavy sigh, the wind carrying it away.

If he sits on the other side of the lighthouse, he’d directly face the bustling port city. Particularly today, good vibes are ubiquitous and spreading to every nook and cranny of the small but prideful kingdom (though none of those good vibes seem to even approach Mingyu). People are busy, skittling around everywhere, preparing for the grand coronation ceremony happening later in the afternoon. Mingyu’s coronation, crowning ceremony that would officially declare him king.

Mingyu knows he’s going to get into some kind of trouble for disappearing right before his ceremony, but he can’t be bothered to care any longer. Growing up underneath the watchful gaze of officials and his parents and all their advisors was tough for such a young boy, who’d already been trained to be the ruler of their kingdom for as long as he could remember. It was all everyone around him would talk about, and he was sick of it. Thankfully, one night after a tutoring session, a kind advisor had told him about this lighthouse not too far from the castle grounds, even showing him the secret pathway that was built years ago, and it led straight to the lighthouse. Ever since then, after a scolding too harsh or a tutoring session too long or boring, he’d sneak out to here, climb up the hundreds of stairs it took to reach the top, right where he was sitting.

Even as Mingyu tries to clear his head, the impending doom today will bring him that’ll affect the rest of his life after today brings a pain to his head. Being a king is no easy feat, and no matter how he despises it, he still applauds his father for being able to reign for so long. He remembers his father pulling him aside before every meeting he’s asked to be apart in just to observe, he remembers the exact words he says.

“Where I’m sitting will be yours someday, and it will be your lifelong duty to be the greatest king the people can have.”

But how can one be a king if they do not have a queen?

Almost like some genie granting his wish by command, he hears a voice call out his name once, twice, thrice. The voice gets louder with each time it sounds, and Mingyu whips his head around to the source.

You walk out of the door, your light blue outfit immediately fluttering, the strong air carrying the light fabric up into the air. Your hair that was neatly pulled back in lieu of the formal ceremony now had a few errant strands out, but you still looked beautiful nonetheless. An unknowing smile rested on your lips, and it felt uneasy yet unnerving to see, yet your rose-colored lips looked so inviting, and a warm feeling spreads in Mingyu’s stomach as he remembers kissing those lips in the dark hallways leading up to his grand chambers before he bid goodnight.

Mingyu quickly pulls his legs and scrambles to get up from where he was sitting. Smoothing out any wrinkles and dust in his fine suit and trousers, fingers carding through ginger locks in a feeble attempt to smooth them out from the harsh morning breeze. You let out a small laugh at his mannerisms, and you reach out your hands to grab his wrists and pull them down.

“Everyone’s worried sick. They’re all terribly concerned that the king disappeared just right before the ceremony. I think the captain was even going to send out a search party, but I managed to stop him,” you chide him, a pout gracing your lips. Mingyu can’t hold himself back and swoops in to peck them, a childish smile following after.

His hands go up to cradle your cheeks softly, the cold touch bringing tingles down your spine. “How about you? Were you not worried about me?”

You smile at him, cheeks in his hold going up. “Not really. I just hoped you were still keeping safe wherever you disappeared off to.”

Mingyu tsks hearing the unexpected answer, and drops his arms back to his sides in a childish manner again.

“It’s true though,” you pipe up again. He looks into your eyes, as if searching for a golden treasure. “I know you like to ditch those boring history tutorials and come up here, though I wouldn’t be standing here if you had a ceremony in…” you falter off a bit, eyes narrowing at the clock tower nearby, “less than two hours. I had to have the guards guide me here.”

You step closer to him, taking one of his hands in yours and squeezing it tightly, warmth encompassing his fingers. The other hand comes up to his cheek, thumb softly grazing the supple skin. “It’s almost time. We should head back.”

Mingyu slowly nods. He opens his mouth, though no words come out for a moment. He finally manages to gather himself for a bit. “It’s the real deal, huh,” he whispers, suddenly sounding and looking smaller than all the years you’ve known him.

You softly smile, and Mingyu grasps at the semblance of comfort it presents him. You don’t have to say anything, but he feels it. A sense of reassurance slowly starts to come back, the impending future slowly seeming not so bad anymore now that he knows you’ll be there beside him, watching every step he takes.

The fluttering you feel intensifies when a bright smile presents itself on his face and his other free hand comes up to cover up your hand with his own, and you swear you feel all the fuses in your brain sparking up.

[it-was-so-human]

Here’s a drabble

He wishes she would again embrace him like a beloved brother. But he’s no longer her brother and he deserves her disdain. Jon and Sansa. ~1150 words

Gahh, here’s a 30-minute drabble drawn from unused sentences and my constant anxiety over Winterfell’s grain supplies? Someone really should stop me. 

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He had killed the boy, and did ugly necessary things in becoming the man.

And the greater the war grew, the more ugliness it entailed.  

He knows it is an unspeakably ugly thing to ask of her.

She shouldn’t have to do this, but the necessities of war required it.

It was only made uglier still by the hurt he saw in her eyes. The initial shock replaced by a deep pain.

Her bright Tully blue eyes had not shined in joy in years, and her continuous sorrow would be on his shoulders.

“This is what your Dragon Queen asks of me?” her voice is clear and measured, but the note of disdain unmistakable.

She had trusted him. Trusted him to keep her safe but he had betrayed her trust. He failed her.

She looked at him as if she should have known better and he feels it in his very being. 

Forced into engagements and marriages time and time again, always against her will. His beautiful little sister dreamed of princes and knights, dreamed of being in the songs she loved. And instead by the hands of their enemies forced into the darkness.

But now it wasn’t an enemy’s doing. It was his. Her own brother, nay cousin.

“If there was another choice Sansa… and he is considered to be an honorable man... he will make a good husband,” his words flailing and meaningless, he barely hears them himself.

“An honorable man who will only promise his support after marriage.”

She is shivering. Gods, he can tell that she is shivering.

“No one will hurt you. Not again.”

“I know more about how marriages work than you do Jon. Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” a sad shake of her head.

“You can take Arya with you for—” 

“No, there should be a Stark in Winterfell,” her tone is cold, reminding him that he is no Stark.

Not anymore.

She hadn’t denied him when he was first revealed to be a Targaryen, but she does so now. Her gaze holds a new layer of mistrust. (Of why he might truly want her removed from the North.)

No, Sansa. I never meant for this to happen.  

He had slammed Little Finger against the wall for his affections. His predatory looks.

But now it is Jon who is a threat to her. And his transgressions only supported by the counsel. Necessitated by his Queen, aunt, lover. 

Another man, old and not of her choosing, will take Sansa and have her and Jon cannot guarantee her a future with love or affection. 

But at least she will have a chance at a future. If the Northern and Targaryen armies fall, there will be no future for anyone. You know this, Sansa.

But she never thought he would ask something so ugly of her.

“I don’t want to leave Winterfell. Not again,” her voice faltering. 

Gods. He knows. He knows. She felt safe in Winterfell. Strong. Cared for the castle and prepared for the long winter ahead. And he was sending her away.

But she was always the dutiful daughter, an honor-bound Stark. He had known she would agree, that guilt and loyalty to the North would compel her to do so.

Knew it the moment the words left Tyriron Lannister’s mouth. A marriage alliance between Lady Stark and a Southron Lord to guarantee grain supplies for the North. To protect against the coming storm from beyond the wall, and to take away from Cersei’s armies.

He should have argued more. Despite the risk. Winter was here and Sansa should be home.

His sister had been engaged and married too many times. Had suffered enough. How strong is she expected to be? A queen who herself had suffered so should not so easily use another girl as a pawn. 

“My brother would never ask this of me,” Sansa finally whispers. “But I will do it for my King.”

He wishes she would again embrace him like a beloved brother. But he’s no longer her brother and he deserves her disdain.

He wants to argue, wants to lash out at her that her brother Robb and mother had promised betrothals for all the Stark children with the Freys. That he was trying to keep their home safe. Trying to keep Westeros from falling. That the lives of many were worth her sacrifice. 

But he knows it’s wrong. And so very ugly.

- - -

He wants to do something for her. Something nice.

Something to show her she is still very much cared for. 

He remembers that she always did love pretty things. Pretty light colors and silks and delicate embroidery.

But she doesn’t have many pretty things now. Wears only dark furs and dresses like armor.

When he presents his offering to her, a beautiful silk number. Extravagant in its detailing and a beautiful shade of pale purple.

And the girl who could find beauty in anything could only ask, “Do you think my current clothes ugly?”

“No, not at all. I just wanted you to have something special for… ”

For when I sell you down the river for the price of grain.

May Lord Stark and his wife forgive him. He is betraying their daughter in the worst way.

“You would like me to dress more befitting his wife? More ladylike. Fine. I understand,” but her voice holds no forgiveness. 

That wasn’t what he meant. It wasn’t what he meant at all.

“I just… I thought you would like it. You used to like dresses…”

“Because I’m still a silly girl who will be happily seduced by a pretty dress. I said I understand.”  

Loving dresses was never wrong, Sansa. It was the world that was wrong.

But in the midst of a great war, he had brought his cousin a dress. It was a terrible choice, but he just wanted to see her smile. Just once more. 

But how could she be expected to smile when she was being traded like a broodmare. 

“I had a pretty dress when I married Ramsey too.” 

Her words slice through him. His chest aches. 

He failed her.

She finally looks at him, scared, vulnerable, and so lost. Looking to her executor for help. 

“I’m so scarred, Jon. I don’t think I can survive it again.” 

Oh gods. Her newly betrothed is no Ramsey, Jon would never allow for that. Would die before that. 

But he’s not Prince Aemon either.

Jon was planning for battle and coordinating military strategies and took for granted this precious girl.

He cannot say anything, cannot fix anything, cannot promise anything.

But today, right this moment, he can comfort her.

He opens his arms and she falls into them. He holds her close as sobs rake through her body and he strokes her hair.

I will win for you. When the war is over, I will find you. I will have the queen annul your marriage.

I will keep you here. In Winterfell. You will be home, and the North will be yours. I promise. I promise.

- - -

Oh my god Jon, you’re a tool. Also how ARE we going to feed all those armies? I’m worried!