#the orignals oneshot

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Reader is jealous Davina keeps flirting with Kol and she gets enough courage to go up and kiss him so she can back off. The thing is reader she isn't sure what came over him, Kol went along with it cause he does feel for her but was waiting for her to say or do something about it. He makes a joke about how long it took her to admit it. /Playful banter between Kol and reader, she is vocal about not liking Davina but never gave a real reason but it was cause she wanted Kol to herself.

Well That Took A While. | Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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"Now you tell me, if Davina can make better pancakes than that." I smirk sliding a plate of pancakes down the end of the table to Kol who had been sitting patiently for 20 minutes for me to make him pancakes.

"You have a bit of a jealousy problem." Kol laughed at my remark, eating my pancake before melting into bliss "it's good huh?" I ask him and he nods "and no I don't have a jealousy problem. I just don't like her all too much, shes... irritating." I shrug

"you say that about Davina more than anyone else." Kol says with a mouthful of food "yeah because she's always up in your face." I shrug "who is that?" Davina walks into the room, taking a pancake off of Kol's plate and comfortably sitting down next to him.

"Y-" "Some girl she bumped into in the bar." Kol cuts me off and I give him the death stare "what, no." I say angrily "oh well most people are lovely here, if they bumped into you its because they don't like you, isn't that right Kol." Davina winks to Kol.

God I had hated her guts since she came into this stupid Mikaelson family thing. It's always about her and Kol or about how the world hates me because I can't get anything, which doesn't make sense but to her it does.

"Well aren't you both in a mood today." Kol scoffs "it wasn't me, i've made it apparent how I don't like her." I point to the teenage imbecile sitting next to the man of my dreams.

"Besides it's like she lives here, I do, she doesnt." I say snatching the rest of the pancake out of her hand and stuffing it in my mouth.

"If you didn't like me so much, why would you eat my food." I say at her angrily with my mouth full of food.

"Well it's because Kol is here, wherever he goes, I go." she smiles like a fucking idiot. I can't believe she even thinks of having a chance with Kol.

I give her a death stare, Kol obviously finding it funny with the subtle snickers as he hides behind Davina trying to hide it from me.

"You fucking creepy teenager." I say "Harvest Witch" she corrects me "Harvest Bitch, Davina Cole is a Harvest Bitch." I correct her before she rolls her eyes at me in a petty way before looking at Kol with loving eyes.

"Besides if Kol wanted you, he would have done it a while ago, wouldn't you Kol?" Davina asks "Uh-" "Kol shut up, Davina you're just upset because Klaus didn't give you what he promised, neither did Elijah so you're just being a little bitch because you know that you are no longer of use therefore meaning no more raging popularity for attacking the Mikaelsons, you're just a little girl now." I say.

She did get a rise out of me, not in a good way either. It was like she hated me, I suppose she did but I did nothing towards her.

"well if Kol liked you so much-" Davina continues talking and I block her out, walking over to Kol and kissing him passionately, placing my hands on his cheeks. Loving every part of the kiss until Davina screamed out.

"UGH" she says before storming off.

Kol and I had never done anything like that ever, so of course she would get mad and storm out of the room like a little 9 year old about to throw a tantrum.

"woah" Kol says as I pull away wiping my mouth wiping my wrist. "Don't say woah, you went along with it." I mumble going back to what I was doing before Davina came in.

"it was just the heat of the moment, I had to do something to get that bitch off my back." I mumble and Kol nods.

"well that took a while." he scoffs "did you taste the pancakes?' he asks me in a joking mood "what do you mean it took a while" I say turning my back to him "well it took you a while to do something about your little crush, darling." Kol says and I can just tell her has a smug look on his face even though my back is facing him.

"what, no i don't have a little crush." I spin around only to find that my assumption about the ok on his face was right. "you do, what other reason do you have to still be in this conversation right now." Kol winked.

I couldn't lie to him because even if he knew I was lying he could hear my heartbeat.

I guess that took a while.

[user-rui]

Dragon Shifter!Seme!Male!Reader x Human!Uke!Male!Insert

(U/n) = Uke name (Y/n) = Your name

Whoops, got busy, hehe. I hope you have a lovely day :).

This is a text that has you inserting yourself and another male of your choice. Put anyone you want maybe it'll work out (though I've written it with male x male in mind). I just like refering to my uke's as smaller, so sorry if your uke in mind is larger. Also cross posted on Ao3 right here.

-Narrator's POV-

In a land where both humans and mythical creatures co-exist, there lives a dragon, or more specifically, a dragon shifter. He can change from full dragon, to half dragon and half human, all the way to full human, or anything in between. He's quite powerful, which is why this dragon is being worshipped by the inhabitants of the lonely village. Everyone would think that a scary, fire breathing dragon would scare the crap out of everyone, but it turns out, that they were completely incorrect. Dragons are still scary and respected creatures just like the myths say, but unless something provokes it, they are calm enough to just ignore whatever's going on. Of course, it doesn't stop the inhabitants of the small village from worshipping the dragon.

Now, how did an all mighty dragon find it's way to this in the middle of nowhere village? All because of someone named (U/n) (Uke last name). This male apparently had gotten lost while going out for firewood. He had managed to wander from the forest all the way to the top of the mountain without getting severely hurt the entire way. The dragon had kindly brought the lost male back home, and had decided to stay in the village. The dragon, who's name is (Y/n), began to protect the village from the dark monsters that were living in the forest.

Ever since the dragon laid eyes on the small human male that had wandered into his territory, he had taken a liking towards him, and it was only a matter of time before the dragon had confessed. Not soon after they had begun to do some more things couples would do, like hugging, cuddling, going on flights, hunting, occasionally kissing, you know, stuff couples will do, another activity the couple enjoyed to do is mating. Which is exactly what the two are about to do. 

"(U/n).. Come on.. Let's do it.." The dragon shifter pleaded as he began to rub himself all over his lover. He was currently in his human form, as having out his dragon features could cut or scratch the smaller male unintentionally. 

"(Y/n), is it time for mating?" the (uke hair colour) haired male asked, using his hands to try and push the taller male away, but it wasn't really working. "Mmm.. Please.." He whined in a needy tone, pushing himself onto (U/n). As the two stumbled across the small room, they somehow ended up on the bed, with (Y/n) on top of his lover. (U/n) squealed as he fumbled to push off the taller male, but as you could assume, it wasn't working.

"(U/n).. I love you," (Y/n) whispered before connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss. The smaller male was humming sounds of protests into the kiss, pushing uselessly against the taller male's buff figure. Soon, the noises of protest had changed into noises of pleasure, as (U/n) moved his hands around the dragon shifter's neck, pulling the taller male closer to himself as he returned the kiss. "Clothes.." (Y/n) panted through the kiss.

His hands were already wandering all over the smaller male's body, roughly ripping away the articles of clothing around him. (U/n) whimpered as he felt his clothes disappear, and he was soon left naked underneath his lover. "(U/n).. How about now? Can we.. mate?" The smaller male looked so aroused, with his flushed pink cheeks and fidgeting body. "Mm.. Alright" he mumbled with flushed cheeks, successfully earning a happy noise from his lover. With lightning speed, he stripped himself, tossing his clothes to the side.

He looked at (U/n) hungrily, before leaning down to leave a large dark hickey on the side of (U/n)'s neck, where everyone would be able to see. (Y/n) hummed happily, leaving more hickey's all over, marking the smaller male as his territory. He could feel himself get more and more lustful as he began to rub his hand over his lover's stomach, soon going down to the other's semi hard member.

(U/n) let out a groan as he grinded his hips against (Y/n)'s hand, wanting to get more friction and pleasure. The smaller male whined loudly when he felt the hand get lifted. "(Y-y/n).. Hurry.. I want you.. now..." He said, rubbing himself all over the bed sheets and staring with lustful (uke eye colour) eyes. (Y/n) smirked and flipped his lover over, putting the smaller male on all fours. Without a warning, the taller male shoved an oiled finger into (U/n)'s ass, keeping it in there for a moment before wiggling it all around. The smaller male was rubbing his cock over the sheets, getting his sticky pre-cum all over it.

"More.. Faster.." (U/n) mumbled, shaking his hips to try and get the finger deeper. "So needy, want me to fuck your brains out?" (Y/n) asked with a sly tone as he thrusted another finger into his lover. The other male let out a shriek and jerked a little, before squeezing his ass tight. Soon another finger was added, leaving the smaller male panting and moaning. "J-just fuck me already.." (U/n) whispered, his face bright red as he held onto the sheets. "Hm~ So straightforward. Tell me," (Y/n) said, leaning over to talk into his lover's ear.

"Between gentle and rough, which do you prefer~?"

"..R-rough."

The dragon shifter complied, getting behind his lover and pulling his wet hole towards him, making the tip of his large member poke the entrance. (U/n) let out a surprised gasp, but didn't do anything to stop him. Instead, the smaller male encouraged his lover by leaning backwards and trying to get his large dick inside of his hole. He let out lots of needy sounds, gritting his teeth as he could feel the other's member slide past his entrance, but never enter. (Y/n) chuckled before helping out, shoving his member into (U/n) ass in one swift motion, immediately pushing into the deepest parts of his lover and making him scream. 

"The neighbours are going to hear if you don't lower it down," (Y/n) purred, slowly pulling his cock out to the tip before smashing it back in with a loud slapping sound. He did it a couple times, making the smaller male underneath him scream every single time. "I'm going to fuck you properly now.." the dragon shifter informed, grabbing onto (U/n)'s arms and holding him up. (Y/n) began to thrust now, hard and rough, just like his lover had asked.

"Ah! Ah~ Mmm~ (Y-y/n)..~ Harder!!" The smaller male was drooling all over himself, his hard on swinging from the force (Y/n) was using to fuck him. "T-there~ Right there~!" (U/n) suddenly cried, tossing his head up and tightening like crazy. The dragon shifter made a happy noise and groaned happily as he thrusted harder for his love. (Y/n) was huffing loudly every time he pounded in, his cock touching the deepest parts of (U/n) every time. 

"Shit~ Gonna cum~" The taller male groaned a he pounded even harder, feeling his orgasm come near. "M-me too~" (U/n) moaned, leaning backwards and cocking his head to the side. "K-kiss~" the smaller male mumbled as he opened his mouth. The dragon shifter complied and connected their mouths in a sloppy kiss, getting faster and faster as he could feel a knot form in his stomach. He began to purr into the kiss from feel over pleasure.

Soon, both (Y/n) and (U/n) couldn't hold back anymore, both of them cumming at the same time, with (Y/n) filling his lover up with all his thick semen and (U/n) spilling all over the covers. The taller male panted as he rode out his orgasm, his cum overflowing out of the smaller male. Both of them huffed as they collapsed onto the bed. "I love you.." (U/n) muttered, right before falling unconscious. The dragon shifter smiled softly and gently pecked his lover's cheek.

"I love you too, my mate."

[randomuzerthelozer]

the thing about me is I don't hate Matchbrush I just don't like how it was potrayed as a dyanmic

I wasn't into the osc when this thing was a big deal on da but looking back it just seems so OOC...

Like I don't feel like PB would be super head over heels for Match? Are they suppose to be overheels? What is their bond? How do they even function as a couple?

Their dynamic feels more like them doing romantic things in a basic way without any context to them or how the ship even works, none of the art ever really plays on their personalities and is just kinda

meh

it's like if I took a rock and a box and made them kiss

yeah you can tell there's a fling there but... why is there a fling? what would their dynamic be like? would the be compatable?

I see their dynamic as PB giving her advice and her letting PB rant out their anger to her, I feel like Match would try to be like

"yeah I tottally get people can be total losers, it's like stupid"

it's such a good "unlikley love/friendship scenrio" and it just not used?

(like ik that's not rlly a dynamic and more so a concept but that would be the jist of their relationship)

but all the art I've seen is just..

Look if there's a super secret incharacter Matchbrush fanfic in the depths od deviantart (if there's even a fic cuz all I found was art) then link it to me

if Matchbrush were to ever come back I'd write them as a "Unlikely romance" one needs to go down to earth and realize she should work on herself as a person and the other one needs to stop lighting their house on fire

[v-ibesz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Angst, Horror, Familiars, story idea, Not Beta Read, Magic, Violence, Depression, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation Summary:

“Quite a handsome painting.” Ris turned around, breaking out of that trance. A man, a very tall man, was behind them. He had this ethereal beauty to him, whiter than snow hair, paler than paper skin, with a face plain yet full of complicated features. It was pretty strange.

As his eyes meet theirs, Ris realized that there life would never be the same.

[meishamouse]

Hey! I don’t think anyone ever will see this but I started writing something. I'm a new writer with an overactive romantic imagination just tryna get some of my thoughts or ideas out! I'm posting anonymously. So far just doing Slice Of Life/One Shots with my OCs :) I hope you’ll give me a shot? https://www.wattpad.com/MeishaMouse?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile

[darkbluekies]

Your private stories are really well written, it's definitely something new from all the yandere stuff we read here, I loved it, I wouldn't mind if you posted more of your private stories sometime whenever you feel like it, it's nice to read what you're interested about in your freetime besides having to write about yandere oneshots as a tumblr blogger, yknow??

Hopefully you'll become a successful author, you deserve it entirely since your writing makes all of us happy 🙏♥️

I literally shed a tear, I am not saying this to exaggerate. I started to cry. I always get so extremely happy when people take interest in my stories, but I also feel so guilty at the same time lmao because of how excited I really, really hope to get to become an author one day. That is literally the only thing I dream of. Your words really, really touched me because these stories are the ones that i have been working on for years. Both the ones I showed today were created 2020, one in october and one in december. I have experimented with ages, plotlines, friendships, narrators etc, etc. I have put down so many hours into the stories .... i just want to be able to show it off to the world. Just having someone "confirm" them like you just did lol makes me so relieved<333

I would love to post more about my private stories, I just don't want to annoy anyone on here because you are here for the yandere stuff, not my other writing. I know that!!

I have remade the earlier profiles of these characters for what I hope will be my debut novel so many times, along with rewriting the story. I'm on my 6th rewrite, if you count the fanfiction versions....it's so insane that I have been spending so much time on it, since October 2020. This shitty picture (the last one) is the only one I have left of my first versions of the characters, so apologies for that ... the original pictures disappeared when I changed phone in december 2023 :( There's so much about this story that I have been keeping with me. I adore the characters, how they act with each other, the setting, the feelings, everything. They're stuck in a house with a murderer who they thought were their friend, but they don't know who it is until it is too late.

They started as 12 boys (because it was orignally a kpop fanfiction LMAO but I have removed characters that weren't crucial ... and now I only have 8 left ... feels empty like i have killed my children)

[sero-pairo]

Next Gen Heroes (BNHA Next Generation Oneshots!)

by TanukiJay

26 years in the future, Class 1-A has started own lives as heroes. Bakugou falls in love with a spunky Gen Ed student, and proposes to her. Midoriya and Uraraka get married, as does Kirishima and his nonbinary partner from the Support Class and Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. But nothing is a fairy tale.

Bakugou looses his Kassidy to the biggest Nomu attack in history, Deku too with Uraraka.

Kaminari gets stuck with 2 kids in two different relationships, and loses them both to Shinsou.

Ojiro and Hagakure get divorced after a huge misunderstanding, causing Hagakure to lash out at her sons.

Hawks dies and leaves his daughter alone. Same with Shouto and Momo with their 5 daughters.

But these children won't let them down.

Their legacies live in them.

 Or, oneshots I made using my next gen BNHA ocs. Some are owned by my friends. Those are:

Takara Shinsou Rin Yukimura Shun Usagiyama Amelia Mirio And many more!

Words: 907, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Next Gen BNHA

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Nonbinary Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Original Female Character(s), Kirishima Eijuro/Orignal Nonbinary Character(s), Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta/Shouji Mezou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Aoyama Yuuga/Ashido Mina, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Next Generation, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Dead Todoroki Shouto, Divorce, Child Abuse, One For All Quirk (My Hero Academia), Trans Male Character, Lesbian Character

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Shouji Mezou' https://ift.tt/X7yuiAU via https://ift.tt/N0qL9A8

[dcbutinamrev]

can i get historical lams-ish where laurens finds out one of the other soldiers is in a relationship with another man and laurens helps tell the soldier it's okay because he's also in a gay relationship

As always, ask and ye shall recieve! (There might be some small angst...)

***

Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens sighs dreamily as he stands by his and Hamilton's shared cot in their tents. He smiles wearlly as he combs his fingers through his lover's bright auburn locks, tilting his head a little as he watches Hamilton sleep. Hamilton sighs peacefully, muttering in his sleep before curling himself up into a small cocoon with the bedsheets tucked up towards his chin as he snuggles into the pillow, thinking Laurens was still in bed with him.

Laurens chuckles to himself, shaking his head fondly as he leans down to press a kiss to Hamilton's forehead, right between his brows. Hamilton smiles in his sleep as Laurens goes to grab his blue Continental coat off the back of his chair at his desk, sliding his sleeves through and adjusting his ruffled cuffs and soothing out his lapels. Laurens ties his honey-blonde hair up in a tight braid, securing it with the dark blue ribbon. He grabs his sword nearby and slides it into its sheath and grabs a pistol, sliding it into its holster before grabbing his black tricorn hat and situating it comfortingly on Laurens's head. He glances back over his shoulder at Hamilton in the bed, soft cooes escaping his half-parted lips. Laurens smiles again, a thin smile, before pressing his lips to Hamilton's. Once, twice, three times before finally leaving his tent. The flap of the tent fluttering shut behind him.

Laurens walks along the line of tents in camp, heading towards General Washington's tent for his assignments and orders. Laurens sighs as he enjoys the peace of mother nature, the beauty of it. He breathes in the cool warm breeze of early Spring, watching the birds flap their wings as they chirp, flying along the dark blue sky. Dusk becoming dawn in a matter of seconds. If Laurens had to guess, it's probably around 5:30 in the morning, or perhaps 6:00 at the latest.

It's peacful with the other soldiers sleeping soundly in their tents, the horses pitched by the soldiers tents, sleeping as well. As Laurens walks by, he notices a few soldiers were already awake, getting themselves ready for the day or already beginning to do thier tasks or just simply eating and/or walking about like Laurens is now.

As Laurens slowly makes hsi way towards the General's tent down the end of the road, Laurens hears soft grunts and hushed whispers coming from near by. Laurens skids a stop when he nears the tent he heard the sounds from, furrowing his brows together with confusion, a crease shows in his forehead. Laurens tilts his head as the sounds grow louder as he approaches the tent a few tents down. He knows those sounds, he knows what they mean.

Laurens's heart pounds against his chest as he cautions himself, grabbing the hilt of his sword just in case, slowly rising it out of its sheath as he nears the tent's flap. He peeks through the cracked entranceway slightly, frowning with concern and confusion. Inside he shadows along the tent's walls, a body's shadow figure, hunched over something..or...better yet...someone. The inside of the tent glows with a faint yellow light. Laurens knows instantly it's a candle. Curious, Laurens presses his ear agaisnt the tent's walls, keep himself out of the field of vision, his hand gripping around the sword's hilt.

The grunts grow louder and the breathing becomes labored. Laurens furrowes his brows deeper as he frowns, tilting his head to hear the conversation inside. Though he has a feeling he knows what's going on. His stomach twists with nervousness as he begins to eavesdrop.

"Rob," a voice grunts and pants sharply. Laurens quirks an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. He listens in. "We can't! T-The soliders--"

"Now, now, my Oliver," a second voice, slightly deeper than the first who Laurens guesses must be "Rob", teases. He hears "Rob" growl low before Laurens seens the shadow dive down.

His face pales and his eyes widen with realization and his expression softens to one of understanding. He smiles slightly, knowing their risks, knowing their fear, understanding what they are.

"Rob," "Oliver" grunts. Laurens can see with thier shadows flickering faintly, Oliver has hands on Rob's chest, forcing him to stop. "Please. I...I want to do this too...badly...as much as you...but, my dear, if...if we...if someone were to walk in--"

"Shh," Rob says. "Let's not worry about that, my love. As long as you remain quiet, we shall be well."

As soon as Rob dives down, Laurens takes this oppurtunity to knock on the tent's flap. Rob yelps with surprise while Oliver gasps, sitting himself back up and quickly grabbing the sheets to cover himself up while Rob quickly dresses back into his Continental uniform. Oliver rolls onto his side, his back facing the entrance, pretending to be asleep while Rob scrambles towards his desk chair where Laurens now sees the lone candle flickering back and forth, and quickly grabs his quill and parchment pretending to be writing out a letter, smoothing out his deshevled brunette hair.

Laurens clears his throat, gaining Rob's attnetion as he slowly pokes his head through, peeling the tent's flaps slightly open. Rob tenses, clenches his jaw as he grips his quill hard, hard enough for it to nearly break in half when he sees Laurens enter, his hand still gripped on the hilt of his sword.

"Sir?" Rob says as he shakily stands from his seat, his arms clasped behind his back, chest puffed out slightly. He swallows hard, Laurens could see that, and licks his lips. "May I ask why you're here, Lieutenant Colonel, sir?"

Laurens sets his shoulders as he glances around the tent, his expression showing one of suspicion but he knows what they were doing. He has done this himself, after all.

Laurens pinches his lips and furrows his brows into a worried frown. "I heard some...commotion...going on in here as I was heading towards General Washington's tent. And I became worried and I wanted to make everything was alright."

Rob swallows hard as he keeps his eyes trained on Laurens's bright blue ones and nods once, sharp. "Yes, sir. Everything is well. I apologize if I had somehow managed to disturb you or startle you as I was...as I was..."

Laurens raises a prompting eyebrow but says nothing.

"I was...uh...getting ready for the day," Rob continues, his face turning a bright shade of red almost in a instant. Laurens could still see the lustful gaze in his eyes, desperately wanting to continue to share his intimacy with this "Oliver".

"Oh?" Laurens says.

"Yes."

"Hmm..." Laurens hums as he glances around the room again. "And what is your name, sir?"

Rob nods once again. "Lieutenant Carson, sir."

Laurens nods. "And him?"

Laurens gestures his head towads Oliver. He can see Oliver tense but he tries to remain "asleep."

Rob swallows, grimacing as he does. "Lieutenant Anderson, sir."

Laurens as he scans the room once more, noticing both soldiers tense. Laurens chuckles to himself as he puts both hands up beside him, to prove to them he comes in peace.

"At ease, sirs," Laurens says with a chuckle. "You are in no way shape or form in any harm."

"How can we trust you?" Oliver says, rolling back onto his side to face him. Rob tenses immediately, shooting Oliver a warning glare over his shoulder.

Laurens smiles as he begins to walk towards Oliver, to comfort him somehow, to somehow ease his fears. But is blocked by Rob with the tip of his sword nearly jabbing into Laurens's stomach. Laurens's breath hitches with surprise and his eyes widen slightly, as he himself grows tense. Rob scowls as he clenches his jaws.

"Don't you dare go near him," Rob says.

Laurens shoots both of his hands back up again. "I come in peace, sirs."

A pause. Rob and Oliver glance at each other hesitantly. Laurens smiles.

"I am one of you."

Confused yet curious at the same time, Rob slowly begins to lower his sword.

"What do you mean?" Rob asks.

Laurens smiles softly as he claps the man's shoulder. "I know what you two are." Another pause. "I am one myself."

It takes them a moment to figure out what Laurens means by this but once they do, their eyes widen with surpirse and smiles replaces their serious and frightened expressions and all the tension in the atmosphere eases at once.

Rob puffs out a breath of relief as he collapses down on the cot, putting his face in his, elbows on his knees. Oliver sits up on his knees to rub Rob's shoulders comfortingly. He glances up at Laurens.

"You're one of us?" Oliver says.

Laurens nods. "I am. I know how you two fear. I know what you two do. I do this myself."

Rob leans back agaisnt Oliver, gripping his wrist that's dangling over Rob's neck. "I thought for sure you were going to send us to General Washington, have him call us out or worse...hanged because of...well...you know..."

Laurens laughs as he pulls out the chair and flops down, taking off the tricorn hat and nods in understanding. "Indeed, I do. We fear that every day. But death shouldn't be a punishment for love. No matter the gender."

"What's yours?" Oliver says with a kind smile on his face. "What's he like?"

Laurens smiles as he vividly sees his Hamilton before him in his mind, letting out a breath. "Well..." Laurens glances back up at the men. "He's...he's just the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on. He's sweet and kind, trusting and perhaps a little cocky from time to time. Intelligent. Very intelligent." A pause. Laurens frowns as he tries to figure out what else could best describe Hamilton. "Clingy. He's very clingy."

Rob and Oliver both chuckle at this. Rob jabs a thumb over his shoulder. "So is this one."

"Hey!" Oliver gasps, whacking Rob in the back of his head. "You didn't have to call me out like that, Robert!"

Robert winces and mumbles, "Ow" as he rubs the back of his head achingly chuckling along as he shifts himself around to face Oliver. He smiles fondly as he tucks a lose dark brown curl behind Oliver's ear. He glances at Laurens hesitantly. Laurens nods encourgingly, assuring them it's alright, as he leans back agasint the chair with crossed arms.

Laurens smiles wide as he watches the two kiss in front of them, relaxing as they now know they're not alone in this, his heart fluttering, wishing Hamilton were next to him.

Laurens thinks they would become great friends indeed.

[dolugecat]

original oneshot

Finally finished a lil project I’ve been working on, did practice making a comic. A one shot chapter of a webcomic I wanna write someday... my OC’s coming to life. It’ll be about a horrifically powerful vampire that idolizes humans and goes to college in an attempt to be like the humans she sees on TV comedy shows. Thought it’d be cool to post here! It’s been a good learning experience and I already see places I can improve on. Welcome to any feedback!

[Slight blood and cut tw!!!]

Please forgive my cramped text boxes... I did this all in Krita and while I love Krita (free art program woooo), it is not ideal for making comics at all. If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. It’s probably apparent I’m into vampires, mob psycho, earthbound, d&d, and anime, lol

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Having a crush on Freya and Klaus tries to set you two up cause he knows you'd treat her sister right. Reader is a girl and witch.

this one is just short and sweet.

Treating My Sister Right | Freya Mikaelson x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

God she was beautiful, her blonde hair, her grassy green eyes and the way she carries herself. Like she owns the world, and she may aswell own the world.

I'm basically drooling over her, she's right in front of me and I can't even think about anything other than her.

They way I'd do anything for her and she wouldn't even have to ask twice, I'd kill people for her, I'd protect people for her. "you're drooling" a voice interrupts my gaze, turning my head annoyed to notice it was my bestfriend, Klaus.

Or as she calls him, Niklaus.

"she's just so beautiful" my voice made me sound high, i had been in love with the eldest Mikaelson for as long as I could remember. I couldn't even remember life before her really, all I remember was meeting her and how it changed my world.

"you should really take up my offer, on that date." Klaus states, we were at a party for the alliance of the witches, vampires and werewolves. Freya had been a main host so she was down stairs greeting everyone in her blue gorgeous dress.

Klaus and I had been standing up on the balcony, getting a birds-eye view of every weird looking individual.

"no." I state turning to him "you'd treat her right." he shrugs "what do you want me to woo her? use a bit of magic, she's the mikaelson witch, anything i'd do wouldn't even phase her." i sigh looking back down at her.

She was now talking to Elijah and Kol, it was one civilised chat because Kol didn't have a hint of death or anger about him.

"that wasn't what I said, y/n, i'll set everything up you just get freya and turn up, on time or the food will be as cold as your heart." Klaus says cheekily "your heart" I point to him "please, i have a beautiful baby girl." he chuckles.

"yet you still have time to kill people, doesn't stop you only gives you a distraction worth being distracted for." I shrug and he chuckles rolling his eyes.

Freya was now walking up the stairs towards me and Klaus, I'm assuming she had to talk to Klaus since her and I barely even spoke.

"Freya!" Klaus says and I spin around "Niklaus, Y/n" She smiles to me and Klaus "Hey Freya" I smile gently to her, admiring her up close, the way her dress fit so perfectly on her, the way her hair was curly but not out of control curly.

Her green eyes, god her green eyes, to see them up close is something I'd never get sick of.

"Niklaus, where is half of the crescent moons?" Freya asked Klaus in a sassy tone "I believe they were held up in traffic" he jokes around, Freya gives him a serious look "they were having a family bonfire thing, they are on their way." Klaus rolls his eyes.

Klaus turns to me before winking "your turn" he mouths and I shake my head and he grabs me, placing me in front of Freya "F-Freya" I stutter "Niklaus" I yell turning around to hit him nervously and he laughs.

"She would like you to go on a date with her, tomorrow evening?" Klaus asks Freya for me "A Date?" Freya says shocked "I told you Klau-" "Sure" she cuts me off with a smile on her face before walking off.

God she's amazing.

Wait.

She Said YES?

"She said Yes, right?" I ask Niklaus who winks turning back to the party "SHE SAID YES" I yell internally.

Her heels echoed through my mind, as did her voice sure, she actually agreed to go on a date with me. What on god's green earth.

"fireworks time" Klaus says to me "You got it" I say ecstatic waving my hands in the air to the fireworks placed on the roof "incendia" I mouth and the fireworks go off.

Everyone starts clapping and laughing, I look down the see Freya looking up, admiring the night sky whilst I admired her.

How her dress blended in with the night sky yet her green eyes stood out, out of everything.

She was just perfect to me, "you will treat her right, right? you won't just treat her badly in spite of me." Klaus says second guessing his assumption "no of course not, i'd never throw away the chance to treat her right, she deserves it." I smile.

[katsukiscaramel]

nights like these

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Growing up sometimes means saying goodbye to people who you thought would be in your life forever. But, you’re determined to keep your friendship with Midoriya intact, no matter how distant you two grow. 

Song: Nights Like These by Will Jay

Note: I’m at 69 followers and i can’t stop cackling (yes, I’m aware that I have the emotional maturity of a middle schooler). Anyways, thanks again for the love! Hope you enjoy, and remember feedback + comments are always appreciated!

“We’re still going to keep in touch, right?”

Your eyes snapped away from the mesmerizing sunset, focusing on the green-haired boy sitting next to you. The orange and yellow hues of the setting sun gently hit his face, creating a calming aura around him. But the look of slight worry etched onto his face said something entirely different. 

For a moment you blankly stared at the boy sitting next to you, trying to figure out where that question had come from. 

“Of course we are Izuku,” you said as you gently nudged his arm. You saw the boy slightly relax at your words, feeling relieved by the reassurance. Your eyes sent him a questioning look. “Where did that question even come from?”

The boy ran his fingers through his wild head of green hair, letting out a soft sigh.

“Well, we’re graduating from UA soon,” he began as his eyes glanced over towards you. “And I feel like eventually we’ll get so busy, we’ll hardly see each other.” 

He stared at you, waiting for some sort of response. Rather than getting an intelligible answer, all he could hear was your uncontrollable laughter.

“Hey! Quit that out! I’m being serious,” Midoriya mumbled, quickly looking away from your laughing form as his cheeks heated up with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry!” You managed out, calming down your laughter. “I just expecting something more serious--”

“I am being serious!”

You took a moment to looked over toward Midoriya, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Listen here Midoriya,” you began, quickly gaining the boy’s attention. “It doesn’t matter if we’re both extremely busy. Or if we’re a million miles away. Or if you annoy me too much with the weird ramblings you have with yourself. I promise you,” you stuck out a pinky towards him, “I pinky promise you that we’ll always keep in touch, no matter what.” 

Midoriya looked at you, the slight frown on his face shifting into a smile.

“That’s so cheesy.” 

“Shut up and accept the pinky promise.” 

Midoriya lifted up his hand, gently latching his pinky with yours. You gently shook your locked pinkies up and down, a satisfied smile forming on your face. Letting go of his hand, you moved closer towards him, the two of you quietly watching the setting sun, enjoying each other’s company. 

It was a promise meant to last a lifetime, only now it was nothing more than a broken reminder that nothing truly lasts forever. 

The drift between the two of you was slow, almost falling undetected. You were both so preoccupied with all the things happening in your lives, you just became too busy for each other. And it wasn’t as if you two didn’t care about the other, quite far from it actually, it was just simply a consequence of growing older. 

You didn’t even begin to notice the distance between the two of you until weekly movie nights filled with sleepy laughter and fluffy warm blankets became quick apologies on why either one of you couldn’t make it. You didn’t notice until those random yet endearing conversations that dragged on until after midnight became conversations full of empty repetitive words and awkward silences. You didn’t notice until daily conversations shifted into weekly phone calls, gradually turning into monthly texts sent more as a formality than anything else. You didn’t notice until you saw Midoriya’s face for the first time in months, not in person, but on a TV screen on the streets as you were passing by, finding yourself shocked by how much he had changed. 

You didn’t notice how far the two of you had strayed from each other until you found yourself watching the sunset alone, the bright yellow and orange hues no longer bringing warmth, your eyes constantly trailing beside you in search of the familiar freckled face you longed to see; a face that never seemed to be around anymore. 

And by the time you did notice how far you two had grown apart, it was too late to do anything about it. 

Attempts at starting conversations again fell short, never quite having the same energy as they once did. Plans between the two of you always ended up being canceled, work managing to drag one of you away. Even the texts you two had sent each other soon became nothing more than repetitive conversations, the same sequences of “hello, how are you?” over and over and over again. 

It took you a year for your determination of rekindling your friendship to fade away. It took you a year to realize that maybe you did end up losing your best friend, and there was nothing you could do about it. It took you exactly one year full of one-sided attempts to come to the heartbreaking conclusion that maybe, just maybe, Midoriya didn’t care enough to try as hard as you did. And so, you gave up on trying. After all, you couldn’t fix something that wanted to stay broken.

There was that bitter acceptance that the distance between you and Midoriya was only going to grow, the two of you never going back to what you once were. But even through the acceptance, it didn’t make your broken heart hurt any less. 

With the absence of Midoriya in your life, you had realized there was no reason for you to stay in Japan anymore. Deciding there was nothing holding you back, you accepted a job offer out of the country, wasting no time packing your bags and leaving. 

It had been years since you had left. Years since that moment you spent with Midoriya watching the sunset, promising to be by each other’s side forever. 

Though you had gone back to Japan many times, never once had you visited Midoriya. As you found yourself back home again for a week-long business trip, fate seemed to have different plans in store for you. 

Your feet had barely exited the airport before your phone started ringing. Fumbling with your bags, you reached into your pocket, fishing out your phone. Your eyes barely glanced at the caller ID, the ringtone already giving away who was calling.

“Hey Uraraka, what’s up?” You asked, attempting to hail a cab without dropping all your bags.

“Hey Y/N! You’re in Japan, right?” Uraraka asked, surprising you. 

“I only landed like half an hour ago, how’d you find out--”

“Don’t worry about it! Hey listen, some of us from Class A are having a get together at a bar tonight. Can I count on seeing you there?” Her words were fast and excited, almost jumbling into an incomprehensible mess.

“Well, Uh-- I just landed and--”

“Deku will be there.” You couldn’t deny how your heart twitched at the mention of his name. It had been months since you thought of him, years since you’ve seen him, and yet you couldn’t help but still miss him. 

“Is that supposed to change my mind?” You asked, finally managing to catch a taxi. Balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder, you opened the trunk of the car and placed your bags inside.

“I know you two haven’t talked in a long time, but you were best friends! Don’t you think it’s about time you two finally talked?” She asked. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you miss him and you know it.”

You let out an irritated groan, fully aware of the point she had made. You opened the taxi door and got inside, silently contemplating your options.

“Okay fine I’ll go.” You mumbled out, wincing at the excited squeal your friend had let out. 

“Great! I’ll text you the address, see you there!” Before you could respond, she ended the call. Sighing to yourself, you told the driver the address to your hotel before closing your eyes, hoping to get as much sleep as you could. 

And that’s how you found yourself in a crowded bar, seeing familiar faces you haven’t seen in so long, catching up with friends, and laughing at jokes until tears started building up in your eyes. But, even while you were surrounded by so many friends, you couldn’t help but feel like something, or someone, was missing. Every once in a while, your eyes would trail over the crowd, straining to spot the one face you wanted so hopelessly to see. You’d occasionally notice flashes of messy green hair in the crowd, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. 

As the night dragged on, you took a moment to yourself, sitting quietly by the bar counter. You were lost in your thoughts, your eyes absentmindedly trailing over the dwindling crowd. Why you were still so determined to find Midoriya made no sense to you, but you just couldn’t seem to let it go.

The sound of a bar stool being pushed out managed to grab your wandering attention, your eyes quickly shifting to look beside you. For a moment you froze, your eyes meeting the green ones you had spent so much time looking for earlier.

“Hey,” Midoriya said, giving an awkward smile. Your breath caught in your throat, your brain suddenly forgetting what words were. You had so many things you wanted to say to him, yet for some reason, you just couldn’t think of anything to say. 

Your blank stare only fueled the nervousness building up within him, his smile slightly faltering. He knew it had been a long time since the two of you had talked, but that didn’t mean you never wanted to talk to him again.

Right?

“Hey Midoriya,” you finally managed out, regaining your cool. “It’s been a while. A long while.” Seeing Midoriya wince at your words, you mentally cursed at yourself. Of all the things you could’ve said--

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Midoriya admitted, his voice trailing off as he wracked his brain for what to say. An uncomfortable silence fell between you two, the both of you unsure of how to continue the conversation.

“So--”

“How--”

The two of you stopped talking, letting out awkward laughs.

“What were you going to ask?” You asked, prompting him to continue talking. 

“Just wanted to know how things in America were going,” he said, his hand absentmindedly running through his hair. “I saw your name pop up in a news article about the top rising heroes in North America. Congrats on that by the way.” 

You stared at him for a brief second, a smile spreading on your face.

“That’s really ironic coming from the Number One Pro Hero,” you said, nudging his arm. “If anything, I should be congratulating you.” 

Midoriya sent you a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders at what you said.

“Well, it’s not a big deal or anything--”

“No big deal?” You scoffed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “It’s not like you wanted that title since you were like four years old!”

“Okay, okay, I guess you have a point,” Midoriya said, letting out a small grin. Words couldn’t begin to express how much he had missed these conversations, how much he missed your voice, how much he had missed you.

“Damn right I do. I always have a point,” you said, grabbing your glass and taking a sip out of it. You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. The heavy air that once suffocated the two of you had practically disappeared, being replaced with something more comforting. And weirdly enough, even though you had been back in Japan for the entire day, you were finally beginning to feel like you were home. 

Your eyes glanced around the bar, noticing how you two were the few people left. Midoriya seemed to have noticed too.

“I guess it’s getting late,” he pointed out. He didn’t know why he did, it’s not like he wanted to leave. And the dejected look on your face told him you had felt the same. 

“Well,” you began, a small smile spreading on your face. “The night’s not over yet, and we still got years’ worth of catching up to do. So, I say we go to my hotel and catch up,” you suggested, your eyes hesitantly waiting for Midoriya’s reply. There was that small possibility that maybe you had been reading too much into your brief encounter with him, maybe he didn’t want to talk to you as much as you had wanted to do so with him, maybe--

“I would love that,” Midoriya said, making a large grin appear on your face. You practically jumped out of your seat, feeling the excitement coursing through your veins.

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” You announced. Without thinking, you grabbed Midoriya’s hand, trying to get him out of his chair. Smiling at how excited and happy you looked, he got up from his seat. You paused for a moment, your eyes trailing up to meet his green ones.

“When did you get so freakishly tall?” You asked, feeling shocked by how much he towered over you. Where were the good old days when you were the taller one?

“Maybe you’re just freakishly short,” Midoriya said, laughing at how angry you became by his comment. You lightly smacked him, only making him laugh even more.

“Shut it Midoriya!”

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You opened the door to your hotel room, wasting no time kicking off your painful heels and throwing your jacket onto the nearest surface. You trailed over towards the kitchen, while Midoriya gently closed the door behind him. His eyes swept over the messy room, an amused smile forming on his face.

“You’ve barely had this room for a day and it’s already this much of a mess?” He asked, “I’m glad to see some things never change.”

“Like you’re the one to talk. You’re a grown man, but I bet you fifty dollars that your room is still covered in All Might merch.” You sent a glance towards him, smirking at the small blush that formed on his face.

“No one’s ever too old for All Might merch,” he softly grumbled out. His head perked up at your uncontrollable laughter, the sound itself making him smile. Soon, he saw you approach with a bottle of wine. 

“Since when did you start drinking wine?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Would you believe me if I said I only drink the good stuff?” You asked, pouring out two glasses. 

“I don’t think seven dollar wine counts as the good stuff.” He couldn’t help but smile at the look you gave him.

“Okay Mr. Professional-Wine-Taster--”

“I believe they’re called sommeliers.” You sent a glare towards the green-haired hero’s way, only making him stifle a laugh.

“Fine, Mr. Sommelier, do you want a glass or not?” You asked, holding out a glass. He sent you a somewhat apologetic smile, taking the glass from your outstretched hand.

The two of you wasted no time talking, beginning to catch up on years’ worth of lost time. The next several hours had blended together, filled with unbelievable stories, dramatic reenactments, and uncontrollable laughter. Somehow, the two of you found yourselves on the floor, laughing so hard that tears started flowing down your face.

“So you’re telling me, you just threw the snowball at Bakugou, and it hit him directly in the face?” You asked, your words barely coming out of your mouth. Midoriya nodded his head, unable to answer. 

“Oh my god, I can just see his reaction! ‘Deku I’m going to kill you!’” You said, trying to imitate Bakugou’s gruff voice, only making Midoriya laugh even harder. “How are you not dead yet Izuku?” 

“I genuinely don’t know!” He managed out through his laughter. You wiped away the tears falling down your face, your eyes glancing over towards Midoriya. 

The rays of light created by the rising sun made its way through the blinds, perfectly framing Midoriya’s smiling face. Instantly, memories of weekly movie nights, midnight conversations, and the peaceful times you two had spent watching the sunset together flashed before your eyes. Instead of making your smile grow wider, those memories only seemed to make it falter. 

Midoriya noticed the change in your attitude, quickly sending you a concerned glance. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You stared at him, debating if you should tell him about the thoughts swirling around in your mind. You ran your fingers through your hair, softly sighing. 

“It’s just-- Talking to you like this reminds me of all the moments we spent together as kids.” you began, your eyes looking down at the carpet beneath you. “And the thing is, as we grew apart, those moments ended up becoming distant memories.” Your eyes slowing trailed to meet his, noticing how intently he was looking at you. “And I’m afraid that we’re just going to grow apart again. Tomorrow this will be a memory, and nothing more.” 

Midoriya looked at you, his green eyes softening. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out, surprising you. 

“Why are you sorry?”

“It’s kind of my fault we grew apart, isn’t it?” He asked, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t try to keep in touch, I didn’t really try to do anything to communicate with you. At some point, I ended up using how busy I was as an excuse, but really, I could’ve-- I should’ve made time for you.” He saw your hands grab his own, his eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours. “And when you moved away, that’s when I finally realized how much I missed you. I tried ignoring you towards the beginning of the night because of how guilty I felt. How selfish of me is that?” 

“We aren’t playing the blame game Izuku.” You said, your thumb gently going over the scars on the back of his hand. “And if we were, we’re both equally to blame. After all, I’m the one who gave up on us.” 

His eyes stared into your’s, noticing how the sunlight framed your face, covering you in an angelic glow. A memory flashed before his eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. 

“Remember, the week before we graduated from UA, we were watching to sunset, and we made that promise to always keep in touch?” He asked, making you nod your head. You let out a dry laugh.

“Look at how well that went,” you mumbled, making Midoriya laugh. 

“Well,” he started, slightly raising his hand. “I can’t promise to have moments like this with you every day, but I can promise to make new memories with you. And I definitely promise to keep in touch, no matter how busy we get or how far away we are from each other,” he said with a small smile, raising his pinky out.

“That’s so cheesy Izuku.” You scoffed out. But, you couldn’t help but let out a smile, latching your pinky with his. He gently shook your hands up and down, before letting go. 

Your eyes stared at his sunlit freckled face, noticing the soft smile on his lips, and the way his green eyes looked so bright, almost shining brighter than the rays of light that had managed to brighten up the room. Bright eyes that seemed entirely focused on you. Bright eyes that seemed to be getting closer, as the green-haired boy leaned close. 

Midoriya wasn’t exactly sure what compelled him to lean in so close. And you weren’t entirely sure why you were leaning in too, your lips meeting softly in the middle. 

It could’ve been due to the alcohol in your systems, knocking away all the logic that might have existed within your minds, replacing it with actions based purely on instinct. Maybe it was the fact that this moment of emotional vulnerability unlocked emotions thought to have been lost due to the test of time. Or perhaps, it was more of a simple concept than any of that. 

Perhaps, it was because the two of you had always known you weren’t just friends, always wanting something more, but never attempting to reach for what you wanted; instead just painfully aware of how it always existed within your grasps, so far away yet so close.

As the two of you broke apart from the kiss, you wasted no time wrapping your arms around him, enveloping him into a hug. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. 

As the rising sun began to illuminate your room, you made sure to hold on tight to every memory you had made with Izuku. And most importantly, you made sure to hold him tightly, determined to never let go of him, or nights like these, ever again.

[afandommultiverse]

Happy Birthday x A LOT

word count; 993 fandoms; Black Clover, Haikyuu!!, Slight!HunterXHunter, Attack On Titan pairings; Reader X Kuroo, Bokuto, Mereleona, Yami, Slight Hisoka, Slight Illumi Luck, Tamaki, Dabi, Levi, Erwin, Julius notes; This is reeeeeeeeallllllly late- BUT I really want a birthday fic for myself and I didn't have time to write one because my birthday was lowkey a disaster so here it is- late but here! I hope you enjoy and most of all, HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!! sorry if it’s shitty

The clock clicked, tik tok, charming my eyes closed, their last visual being the time.

10:59 PM

I don’t even remember the ring of the clock as my mind drifted into the ease of sleep, exhaustion, and wear of the chaotic, stressful yet joyful and unforgettable day printed fresh in my mind. The lull of sleep was gentle and giving, leaving me restful and ready for the next day.

Until I woke up, somewhere else. I opened my eyes, met with the sky, dark and beaming with stars, sprinkling, and twinkling above me. One even shooting above me huge and glowing, almost like it was saying hello before burning out and disappearing. Trees loomed behind me, sounds of the night critter life whistling and rustling behind me.

“Y/n?” My eyes looked down only to be met with the view of a million different eyes. Yellow, brown, red, black, blue, vermillion, gold, green and so many others staring at me happily with bright smiles to pair with, well most. Tears filled my own eyes, a knot beginning to form in my throat as I stared at everyone.

“We couldn’t be with you in the day,” Kuroo spoke first, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a blanket laid out on the grass that began to form around us. He sat me down leaning back to let me be swept into another pair of arms

“But we know we can be with you in your dreams.” Bokuto smiled down at me as I turned to look up at him, almost breaking down in his warm, comforting hold. It felt so real, the warmth, gripping him, I never wanted to go, but he broke my hold and smiled at me brightly and cheerful as always.

“Hey, hey, hey, no crying on your birthday, beautiful.” His thumb came to wipe the streaming tears that had escaped my burning eyes.

“I wish I hadn’t already broken that.”

“Who cares if you cry on your birthday? It’s your fucking day, and I say you can do whatever the hell you want!” I turned to the pink lips spouting encouragements, meeting the fiery eyes of Mereoleona grinning at me. Her hug was hot and tight, nearly squeezing me to death, but I loved it.

“Don’t hurt her now.” a voice rumbled, cigarette smoke exhaling with words wrapped around it. Yami grinned as I gasped, running to jump and hug him.

“Even your guilty pleasures showed up, my dear.” I turned to the mock joy sweet voice, finding pink hair and golden cat eyes, inky threads dripping behind him framing the pale face and black eyes of Illumi.

I laughed staring at all the characters- people, feelings, and tears both sad and joyful pushing out from my chest, tying my insides all together and restricting my throat from making any sounds.

“You had us worried there for a sec!” The cheery voice of Luck spoke, his kiss quick and unexpected had a little charge to it, like the zap of static hitting your skin, it sent tingles throughout my body.

“We thought you wouldn’t fall asleep before ten.” Tamaki quiet spoke, looking away from me as he shyly asked if he could hug me. He was certainly caught off guard when I jumped on him nearly taking us to the ground.

“Woah there, darling, don’t hurt yourself.” Hot hands picked me up, flipping me around to stare into the luminescent eyes that surrounded many bad thoughts.

“You're even more gorgeous than I ever imagined.” Dabi must have been so thrown off by such a comment, even almost letting go of me.

“Good thing you got me to stop you from being dropped by this idiot.” Hawks winked at me as he lifted off the ground slightly, twirling us around.

“I’ll always be here to catch you, little bird.” Swift as lighting but soft like a pillow I was soaring through the air, trees, and stars flying all around me.

“Don’t ever keep me waiting again, brat.” The voice going softer around the world as he pulled me weightlessly to a branch, catching me softly surprisingly for his height.

“Levi!” He scoffed and set me down, before moving a few pieces of wild hair out of my face, shocked to see such a big smile on my face.

“You look gorgeous today.”

“Spoiling her are you?” The strong voice made me freeze, heart along with it.

“Of course I am, it’s her birthday isn’t it?” Levi retorted snarkily.

“Hm, just didn’t seem like a thing you would do.” That smile, far and few of them, and one, just for me.

“Commander?” I felt like I was going to choke on tears, running to hug him. His arm wrapped around me a little stiffly before relaxing, even wrapping a bit tighter. Breathing him in, it was unreal but so, so real, but like a bullet shooting through the air, my watch rang obnoxiously, something I usually slept through was irritable and annoying to hear so early.

11:59 PM

“It’s not gonna be my birthday anymore.” The miles upon miles of land I once saw began to fade, closing in fast. My surroundings were manipulated once again, and I was surrounded by everyone again.

“Do I really have to wait until next year to see you all?” Sad face smiled weakly but one brightly lit up. Stepping out he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Of course not, you still have to open my- our presents, but mine first.” Julius grinned childishly, his hand coming to hold in front of me, a little ball of mana forming, one of his spells forming fast.

“Let’s turn back time a bit, hmm?” And everything returned, the grass, the hills, the stars- one even shooting by just as it had an hour ago. I turned back to everyone, excited to hang out with them all for longer when they shouted.

“Happy birthday, Y/n!”

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: The Life of Marv

This is a one shot to accompany Stark Spangled Banner Ch11. Where we delve into the life of Marv the Turkey. As requested by @momobaby227​

Masterlist to the Series- Stark Spangled Banner

Hope you enjoy! Creative license has gone into this... I know nothing about turkeys bar what google told me!

Warnings- Bad language. Animal death.

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2001. It was a complete accident. Well, not going veggie, but Katie didn't mean to steal the poor thing from the farm. She really didn't. Well at least that's what she told Tony. And now it was sat in the large, sprawling grounds of the Malibu mansion whilst Tony simply pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at his 17 year old sister. "This has to be up there with the most DUMB assed things you have ever done". He rolled his eyes. "Ever" "I couldn't leave him" Katie said, "he was lonely and gonna end up someones Thanksgiving dinner." "Its a fucking turkey Kiddo."  Tony groaned, watching the bird strut around the grounds, completely non-plussed at being uprooted from the farmyard 20 miles up the road "that's what he was bred for" "Meat is murder Tony" "Oh for fucks sake..." he groaned "you know, I put up with this bullshit, the blue hair, the fucking emo clothes...but no. The Turkey goes back" "Best catch it then" Katie said, shrugging "I ain't taking Marv back to be killed." "Marv?" Rhodey asked, from where he was stood next to Tony "you called him Marv?" "He looks like Marv from Home Alone" "No, he looks like a turkey. A stolen turkey" Tony sighed "Rhodey, gimme a hand man..." "Oh no." Rhodey shook his head "this is all yours Tony" "I'll remember that..." Tony glared and stepped towards the bird. Instantly it flares its feathers up and made some kind of growling noise and launched at Tony who staggered backwards, toppling over one of the chairs that was positioned on the grounds. Katie doubled over with laughter and Rhodey let out a small snigger as Tony stood up, dusting down his jeans. "What the fuck?" He looked at Katie "how did you get near it?" Katie shrugged and walked over to Marv who looked at her shrewdly before he fluffed down his feathers and she bent to pick him up. "He likes me" "I give in." Tony groaned "I raised a stubborn, pig headed asshole" So Marv the Turkey lived for thanksgiving.

***** 2002 "Hey Marv" Katie cooed, stepping into the large pen that was the turkey's home. The bird strutted out of the large dog kennel he used as a house and Katie sat down, holding out her hand which contained a few blackberries. The turkey pecked at the fruit and she gently stroked his head before standing up and opening the gate to let him out of his pen. He followed Katie round the pool area and when she sat down on one of the loungers he plopped himself in the shade next to her, his eyes flicking around. "Just look..." Tony gestured to his sister and that fucking bird. Obediah snickered a little at the sight of the turkey sitting next to Katie like an obedient lap dog. "I think it's funny..." "You would." Tony took a pull from his beer "This is kinda your fault for not getting her a dog." Obi laughed. "How is this my fault?" Tony sputtered "she robbed the damned thing last year at Thanksgiving. Is that it, every time I say no to something she goes and steals?" Obi clapped him on the shoulder as Tony made his way to the large bi-folding doors. "Kiddo... you want eats?" At the sound of Tony's voice the turkey jumped to its feet and made a low chucking noise, and Katie laughed as Tony narrowed his eyes. "That thing is getting cooked this year." He glowered. But he didn't. And Marv the turkey lived for another Thanksgiving. **** 2003 "Katie you can't take the damned bird to the UK." "But he hates you." She looked at Tony. "How you gonna feed him and clean him out?" "I'm not. He's gonna go to a farm" "Don't you dare." She hissed. "Don't worry, I wont let him." Pepper soothed as the dark haired girl crossed her arms and glared at her brother "I'll make sure Marv stays" "Where is the little bastard anyway?" Tony asked, looking out into the yard. "Erm... I dunno." Katie frowned "Marv... MARV..." She headed off in search of her beloved bird and her calls suddenly got more frantic. "Did you let him go?" She demanded of Tony. "Trust me I would love nothing more." Tony sighed "but it's more than my life is worth. He has to be around here somewhere..." An hour it took until they finally located him in the downstairs bathroom, surrounded by an entire roll of shredded toilet paper. "I fucking hate that bird" Tony grumbled as Katie and Pepper tried and failed, miserably to hide their laughter. And Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving. **** 2004 "I swear he has been fine with me all term whilst you have been away!" Tony said, pulling his legs up onto the chair to avoid the bird pecking him to bits. "You saw the photos!" "Maybe he is just protective!" Katie grinned, reaching down and picking Marv up. He settled on her knee with a ruffle of feathers and closed his eyes, cooing softly as Katie gently ran her fingers over the top of his head. "Or maybe he is a giant ass hole" Tony grumbled, looking at the bird over his sunglasses. "Shhh don't listen to him Marv" Katie said, putting her hands over where the birds ears would be, or are, maybe, Tony has no idea. "Ooooh maybe we should get him a girlfriend" Tony sputtered and looked at his sister "no fucking way." "I'm only teasing" Katie sighed. "What do you fancy for lunch? Tony asked "I got some of that quinoa stuff and halloumi, thought we could knock up a salad..." "Great." Katie beamed "but you know I'm not veggie anymore right?" "Since when?" Tony rolled his eyes. "Since I discovered British bacon" she sighed. "Plus i decided its more about how the animals are kept before they die, ya know? So I make sure it's all free range, organically farmed stuff..." Tony ran a hand over his face before he shot the turkey a sly look "so, this Thanksgiving..." he mimed necking the animal and Katie glared at him. "No. He is a pet. I'm not eating him" So Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving. **** 2005 Tony threw a corn on the cob into the pen where Marv was strutting about. "Eat that you little shit" he grumbled, as the turkey eyed him beadily before he strutted over to the food and began to peck. "Think you need a new house" he said, pulling his jacket further around himself as the November wind coming from the ocean was slightly chilly. He walked round to the side of the dog kennel. The wood was starting to crack and splinter. Pulling out his phone he quickly googled for pet houses and came across something that looked pretty cool. A plastic igloo shaped thing for rabbits. He sent a photo to Katie who called him within 5 minutes as he had just locked the turkey up for the night and headed into the kitchen. "You buying Marv presents?" She giggled "The kennel looks scruffy." He shrugged simply "thought this would be better." "He will love it" she laughed. They talked for an hour or so before she excused herself to pack, as her flight home for the holidays was the next day. Tony glanced once more out of the window into the yard to see Marv retreating into his kennel with a strut and a ruffle of feathers. Rolling his eyes he flicked off the lights and headed down to his workshop. "Jarvis, pull up a photo of a Eglu rabbit house" he said, rolling up his sleeves "and convert it to a blue print" "Stark Industries branching out into pet houses now Sir?" The AI asked, amusement in his tone. "Something like that." Tony grumbled. And Marv the turkey lived another thanksgiving. ***** 2006 Tony knew instantly when Katie went outside and peeked into the pet house that something was wrong. She wrenched open the hood and reached in and turned to the house with the bird in her arms. "I think he is sick..." she said, her tone laced with worry as she carried Marv into the kitchen. Tony peered down at the bird, and he had to admit he didn't look well. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. "Take him into the lounge" he said softly. Katie sniffed slightly and carried him through the kitchen and Tony sighed. "Jarvis... what is the average lifespan for a turkey?" He asked quietly. "The maximum recorded lifespan for a turkey in captivity is twelve years and four months. For turkeys living in the wild, the maximum is less than ten years, but the average life expectancy of a male turkey is just over 2 years and just over 3 years for females." Jarvis replied. Tony shook his head and sighed, grabbed the punnet of blackberries from the fridge and made his way into the lounge where Katie was sat with Marv now wrapped in a blanket by the fire. He sat in front of her and gently offered a handful of the fruit to the bird. It looked at him and then viciously pecked at his hand. "Bastard" Tony hissed, shaking his hand out and wincing as Katie laughed. Marv ruffled his feathers and closed his eyes. Half an hour later he ruffled and clucked for the last time. And Marv the Turkey didn't live for another Thanksgiving.

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Second Choice : Steve Harrington

summary: steve and the reader are lost in their own little world, but find it shattered by one stupid remark and steve might just watch the girl he loves walk off forever- again. or, alternatively, the one in which steve slips up and breaks the reader’s heart with just one word: nancy.

warnings: angst, cursing (if that counts?), Stranger Things 2 spoilers (like barely)

a/n: so this is my first attempt at writing on tumblr, and it was originally an extension to a fanfic i’ve given up on, so it’s been adapted to fit this format, and i might expand it to have a part 2. feedback is very much appreciated! can’t wait to hear what you have to say about this one!

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Standing in the center of the living room, dancing dumbly to her favorite Journey records, [Y/N] looked like a sight for sore eyes. Her makeup had smudged in odd places and tufts of hair clung to her clammy skin. Steve watched her from the doorway with a fond smile spread across his lips. To him, she looked like a vision of beauty.

As soon as she caught sight of her boyfriend, [Y/N] reached out a canary-yellow fingernail at him and signaled for him to come closer.

The pair danced clumsily like that, her fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto her swaying hips, until the music faded out with the final stroke of a guitar on the record player.

It wasn’t long after that the pair found themselves tangled up in Steve’s bed sheets. [Y/N] sat on his lap with their limbs in a tangled mess and their lips locked in a messy, hungry kiss. She pulled harshly on a chunk of his hair when he’d said it.

“Nancy,” he said, his eyes screwed shut. Just like that, [Y/N]’s cherry lips ripped away from him and the bed shifted as she scurried away. Steve, having realized his mistake, sat up and prepared to pull her back to him. He cooed at her and let a string of apologies fall from his lips. The way she recoiled from his touch sent an all-too-familiar pang to his heart. It was enough to alert him that this wasn’t just some silly spat that they would work out with a good kiss; he’d really hurt her.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice came out soft and pained. [Y/N] turned away from him, smoothing out her dress. Hot, angry tears pooled in her eyes. She felt stupid and naive for allowing herself to think that Steve Harrington might love someone like her.

Steve had been her first real boyfriend. In fact, [Y/N] had just settled on the conclusion that she would start dating in college when one of the kids she babysat convinced her to go out on a date with “this guy he knew.” The last person she would have guessed she might fall in love with was “King” Steve Harrington himself. Yet, here she was- crying over him nonetheless.

“C’mon, now,” he begged. “It was just a stupid mistake-!”

“No,” she said, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Cut the bullshit, Steve.”

Bullshit. Steve flinched at the word, and for once, found himself unable to speak. The last time a girl he loved had said those words to him had broken his heart, and he had a suspicion that it was about to happen again.

“Yeah, but-“

“But what, Steve? What else could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

When he fell silent, [Y/N] stood up abruptly. She nodded, trampling around his room in search of her shoes. With a heavy sigh, she turned to look at him one last time.

“I love you, Steve Harrington, but I have no interest in being anyone’s second choice.”

With that, she trudged down the stairs and made a break for the front door, Steve right behind her. He called after her, but [Y/N] was just too filled with adrenaline to make out any of what he was telling her.

Her vision now blurred from sobbing, [Y/N] stumbled on home. She refused to turn back for fear of catching Steve’s eye, afraid she might take one look into those pretty boy eyes and forgive him too soon. Eventually, he stopped calling for her, and she’d assumed he retreated back into his house alone. She hugged her arms to her chest, trying to catch her breath. Her heart ached and she was angry. Angry with Steve for toying with her heart, angry at herself for thinking she could ever replace a girl like Nancy Wheeler, and angry at herself for giving up her dream school for something closer to home just to see a boy she was unsure she ever had a real shot with.

Back on his front porch, Steve stood transfixed for a good while after she disappeared from his line of vision. A churning feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, as reality sunk in.

He’d lost her.

[jinxiejenna]

Prompt: Come here. Let me fix it. [Gabriel x OC]

A/N: I was inspired to write this by a prompt list I found ages and ages ago called “100 Ways to say I love you”. I’ll be posting tons of these with different characters in different fandoms. Not sure if anyone is even reading them but I’ve been writing these for years and I find it silly for them not to go….somewhere. Anyways, the prompt is the title! 

Warnings: Talks about periods, cursing and having a bad day. Otherwise, fluff.

Today had been bad from the get go. Dusty woke up to find she was on her cycle, she found her phone hadn’t charged all night, the milk had gone bad, there was nothing on the tv and Gabe ate the last piece of chocolate before he left. “Could this day possibly get any worse?” She grunted, dramatically. At that exact moment Homer, Dusty’s cat, came running through the living room, jumping onto the coffe table  and back off. “Oh no.” She knew what was coming next. Immidietly following the fat cat was Max, Gabe’s dog. He crashed into the table, not being able to stop quick enough and knocked over Dusty’s glass of juice. “Spoke too fucking soon.”  She threw her head back. “Outside, both of you.” She shooed the animals out the sliding door before moving to clean the mess. On the way into the kitchen, Dusty stubbed her pinky toe on the leg of a chair. “Fuck!” She screamed in pain, hopping into the living room. She finally gave up and collapsed to the ground. Her period made her incredibly emotional and her bad day was too overwhelming. Tears formed and flowed freely down her face “Gabriel! Come home! Please.” She whined. A few seconds later, her angel was there. “Dusty, whats wrong, sugar?” “Everything. My toe hurts, theres no chocolate and I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding and theres no chocolate. And my toe hurts. Fuck.” With a low chuckle, Gabe got down next to her. “Come here, let me fix it.” Dusty leaned into him, two fingers to her forehead made the throbbing in her toe stop. “Can we go to bed, please.” Gabe kissed her head and with a flap of his wings they were in their room, snuggled under the covers. “One last thing?” “Anything for you, cupcake.” “Chocolate?” “Now you’re talkin’!”