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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Pt.2
        In hindsight, my method of killing monsters isn't very effective.  I mean, it requires writing, and when running for my life, there are not a lot of things to write on.  This usually means that I have golden ink all over my arm, and let me tell you, it has never been easy to remove.  Especially since it's more like paint than like ink. 
        Regardless, with the cyclops chasing after me, I had to keep making sharp turns so that he didn't catch up as I tried to write myself home.  That sounded funny. 
        Whatever I write with the golden ink will become reality.  That was a huge responsibility to give a thirteen year old girl, and I learned that the hard way.  There was a reason I was kicked out of my home.  Well, two reasons.  One of them was because I didn't want to harm my mother in any way at all, esp
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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Pt.1
        You'd think I'd be used to being hunted down by crazed, cannibal giants, or scary, snake-legged ladies, but I've been more wrong before.  Take that time in third grade.  I thought that Suzie was a nice girl, but it turned out she just wanted my Oreos.  Or in fifth grade, when I thought that Evan had a crush on me, and it turned out that he just wanted my homework answers.  And again, three years ago, when I thought that maybe, eigth grade would be a piece of cake?  It turned out that I was famous online for my fanfiction, but I was also famous in real life, and mythical monsters that were supposed to be stories turned up during a pep rally and tried to kill me. 
        That had really bummed out my school spirit.  The only thing that kept me going for the last three years was the fact that there were people cheering me on. 
     
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Shiro x Reader - Closer
        The night wasn’t going exactly the way you thought it would, considering you were at a party. Not exactly your idea of a great time, but the music was good and the ocean breeze felt nice compared to the early June heat. Your friends looked to be having the time of their lives, though, so you stayed. You might not have met the love of your life otherwise.
        You were a ways away from the bonfire and surrounding drunks, far enough that you wouldn't be hit by sand when someone stumbled by you, but close enough to hear the punk music blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speakers. You were sitting on the ground in a pair of shorts and a tank-top, holding your red solo cup half-filled with a cheap-tasting local brew.
        Then, when you thought that you'd had enough of being a wallflower, a man came from the group and sat to the right of you. He was
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Pidge x Reader - Forbidden
(If you have a problem with the strictly romantic relationship between a fourteen year old and and eighteen year old, this is not the story for you. Also, female reader.)
        You knew you really shouldn’t have done it, but you had fallen for your boyfriend’s younger sister regardless. Of course, Matt and you were only ‘dating’ so that your parents wouldn’t get on either of you for being gay. You didn’t think that it would be too hard since the two of you hung out 24/7 anyway, but when you met Katie, you knew it would be.
        The young girl was twelve, and you were sixteen when you met, but your heart didn’t care, and Katie acted so much older than her years. She was perfection. Her snark and sass was enough to rival your own and she was way smarter than you were. You had never been one to excessively praise, but you really wanted to raise little Katie on a p
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Lance x Reader - Tutoring
        You couldn't think of a single way to convince Lance to pay attention. 
        The two of you were studying for a huge chemistry test coming up, but your boyfriend wouldn't keep his eyes or hands or words to himself.  On more than one occasion, you had to slap his hands away from your thighs.  Eventually, you moved to the other side of the table, but that didn't stop him from spouting countless terrible pick-up lines. 
        "Hey, are you made of copper and tellurium?  'Cuz you're CuTe~"  You groaned.  He's told that one twice already.
        "C'mon, I tell a chemistry joke, but you had no reaction."  He couldn't stay serious and started laughing.
        "Lance, focus, please."
        "I am. 
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Rin Okumura x Reader - Jealousy Ch. 19
        Bon was shocked.  "What do you mean, branded?"  He knew you, and respected you even, so to find this out made him concerned.  You made him suspicious, but that didn't mean he wasn't friends with you.
        Izumo rolled her eyes.  "I mean, like they were burned into her skin.  they're healed, so it happened a while ago, but they take up most of her back.  You can't see them with her school uniform, obviously, so I don't think she wants anyone to know."  She crossed her arms.  Bon sat down and put his head in his hands.  
        "Are we going to confront her about this?"  
        "Why would we?"  Izumo already said the bit about not wanting anyone to know about the wings.  You hadn't been worried when you stripped in front of her and Shiemi though, s
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Shiro x Reader - Lost
“Love is like a razor blade
Double edge and double pain” - 'The Nature of Love' by Ministry
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        She was gone
        As they dragged me away, she’s all I could think about.
        I had told her I would come back to her. These strange purple beings were making a liar out of me yet - I won’t see her again, not by how roughly they were gripping my arms. I looked up, panicked. “Where are you taking me?” I only got hit.
        When I came to, I was in a cell with Matt, but Dr. Holt was nowhere to be seen. I sat up, gasping for air. I glanced around, trying to get ahold of my bearings. Matt was already awake, curled into a ball, sitting in the corner farthest from the cell door. Everything was shades of pink and purple and black, and when I looked down, I was no longer in my bri
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Shiro x Reader - Patience
                You honestly hated getting hit on all the time - if only your boyfriend was with you, but he was away for work.
                Shiro was, actually, half a world away, so while he was off training for a mission to space that wouldn’t happen for another couple of months, you were in a small coffee shop, manning the only cappuccino machine within two miles of the high school. Those boys always said they had a girlfriend when their friends are in earshot, but when it's just them ordering, they say their name is your number or they order you as their drink.
                You even tried wearing a fake engagement ring to ward off their advances, but if anything they only tried harder, thinking that you were some prize to be won.
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Matt Holt x Reader - Sweet
I actually describe the reader in a more feminine way in this one, as opposed to my usual non-binary.
        “Get back here, Holt!”  You were chasing your boyfriend down the hallway of your apartment, but he used his slight height advantage to hold you necklace above your head as you reached for it.  “That’s not fair!”  He had spent the night, and your morning was like a fairy tail, waking up to a squinty-eyed Matt and nose kisses.  He’d stay over once in awhile, but the two of you would only cuddle, falling asleep wrapped in one another under two blankets because your apartment was usually freezing.  
        When you got up to get dressed, you had put on a shirt and panties before Matt swiped your necklace and took off out the door to engage in a one man game of keep-away.  The necklace was a silver crescent moon with the words “I lo
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Lance x Reader - Pocky
        “So what is this game called again?”
        Your best friend Lance had been acting funny ever since he had seen you after summer. Then he brought up this weird game that sounded like a trick.
        “The Pocky Game!” Pidge snickered from their bunk in their and Lance’s shared room.
        “And what’s the point of the game?” It was this part that made you think that Lance had an ulterior motive.
        “We each have one end in our mouths and - shut up Pidge! - and we both try to eat the most without the stick breaking.” The youngest in your friend group would not shut up, so Lance finally threw his shoe at them. Pidge made an offended noise before tossing it back from the top bunk. They were on their laptop, probably me
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Galra!Keith x Reader - Forgiven
        “Get your butt over here, mullet!”  You were on your couch under three blankets with an anime game paused on your screen.  The reason for the blankets was the unusually cold December weather - and your heater had broken the day before.  That's also why you called your boyfriend over; he was a living heater and you wanted to cuddle with him while playing video games or binging Netflix.
        Keith scowled.  “Only Lance calls me that.”  He was getting under the covers regardless and you giggled.  
        “What, is he your boyfriend~?”  You loved poking fun because Keith was adorable when he blushed.  When you found out, you had deemed it your life mission to see his red face as often as he could.  
        “W-what?  I'm no cheate
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Nico Robin x Reader - Rebel
        Panting, you ducked behind a wall of barrels.  Those marines were way pissed.  You had only paint-ballooned their crisp, white, uniforms, you know, as a prank.  Lucky for you, they were pretty weak and slow, too.  New recruits.  You would have been caught otherwise, as you had in the past.  You were close with the guy in charge though, so you always got away.
        But you liked a challenge.  It wasn’t fun if you didn’t try to get away.
        “There they are!”  Time to go.  You weaved in and out of the crowds at the dock until you knew you had lost them, and then ran some more to be sure.  
        You turned to see if they had caught up somehow, and accidentally ran into someone, landing on your butt.  You looked up to see a tall, beautif
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Pidge x Reader - Forever and Some
        "Pidge, I need your help!" You attacked your best friend from behind, wrapping your arms around them. You were pouting.
        "What is it this time, [y/n]?" They were playing their 3DS during lunch at your guy's high school.
        "My brother won't let me go to a movie with you this weekend." The two of you had been planning to go out to see that new nerdy movie, but even though Shiro knew about it, he still wouldn't let you go.
        "Did you tell him it was me, or did you call me 'your friend' again?" You thought about it.
        "Oh. I'm not sure?" You pulled out your phone to text your 'dad.' Your parents had died in an accident a few years prior, and since then you had been under your brother's care. Shiro was pretty much your dad, so you'd call him that to annoy him. A
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Maybe This Time - Chapter 5
        Ms. Akabane welcomed me with open arms. She had a smile on her face like I was staying the night as if it were a regular Friday night.
        I heard her crying when Karma told her my situation though. The walls aren't all that thick. And her makeup was smudged at dinner as proof. Karma and I didn't talk to each other much. It was like the silence that followed a bomb.
        Cleanup was not going to be easy.
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        The others didn't know what was going on, but it didn't take a genius to know that something was going on behind the scenes, and my class is filled with smart kids. During lunch there was whispering, and like I'd dreaded, I was alone despite being surrounded in people.
        I quietly ate the sandwich Mrs. Akabane made for me, not wanting to feel sorr
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Rin Okumura x Reader - Jealousy Ch. 18
        You forgot how boring actual school was. You sat next your boyfriend, so that was a plus, but he was distracting you big time.
        And for you guys to stay in the cram course, you had to be passing your regular classes as well, which is how Rin came to need a private tutor. 
        "Didn't we just have that study group?" You groaned.  "Why didn't you get any help then?"  You took one look at his paper and scowled while he pouted.  "You were already helped with this homework!"  He shrugged.
        "I was distracted.  I wasn't paying attention to Yukio because I was too busy watching an angel."  He tried to hold your hand as if a few nice words would convince you to help him. 
        They totally would. 
    
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Nanbaka Seven Minutes in Heaven - Yamato
      “No need to call me up, I'm already ready to go.” Before the Warden could utter a single word, Yamato rushed to the center of the room and handed her his slip of paper. “I already know who my partner is too, so you don't have to worry about that either.” After a quick salute, he excitedly walked up to where you were sitting. “I saw your paper earlier in the game. You're also number four, correct?”
Holding your paper up so that he could see your number, you nodded. “Yup, that's me.”
“Then let's go!” Already laughing, Yamato lifted you out of your seat and into his arms. Without skipping a beat, or putting you down, he ran into the closet and shut the door. All of this had been done without the Warden saying a word. “Here we are. Let the seven minutes begin.”
Still in his arms, you offered a feeble smile. “You're really excited about this, aren't you?”
“I am very excited.”
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Spring Will Come (Ace x Reader)
GenderNeutral!Reader
You knew the universe was taunting you when, even months later, you were still finding clothes he had left behind. A virtual mountain of laundry was beginning to pile up in your living room, but you could not bear to throw it away. Not when that stupid Hawaiian shirt reminded you of your first date at the fair—awkward and sweetly innocent. Or the shorts he wore on your trip to the beach, when he fell asleep on the sand and ended up looking like a lobster for the following month.
They still smelled like him—burnt matches and cinnamon and that terrible cologne you had bought him for your first Christmas together that he insisted on wearing anyway. You could close your eyes and inhale and it was almost as if he was right there in front of you—fresh out of the shower smelling like his coconut shampoo. It all melted away once you opened them again, the spring morning sun illuminating the dust mites in the air as you tossed yet another shirt on t
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lockscreen. | yuri plisetsky
lockscreen | yuri p x reader
You watched your boyfriend, Yuri Plisetsky, skate gracefully from your spot across the rink. Today, you decided that you’d come along to his practice and give some moral support. The Russian fairy would never admit it, but he thought he’d skate better as long as you were there. And, maybe Yakov wouldn’t yell at him as much if you were there to witness it.
The sound of a phone going off broke you from the beautiful figure skating-induced trance. You turned to your left and noticed that the noise came from Yuri’s bag, which he left next to you before he started practicing. His phone, which was on top of his bag, was lit up with a text notification from Viktor.
But, you noticed something else.
There was a text notification, meaning whatever photo he set as his lockscreen was blurred out. That, however, didn’t stop you from noticing what the lockscreen seemed to be. It was a human shape, that’s for sure. It kind
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Mystic Messenger Seven Minutes in Heaven - Zen
     “We didn't have as many people left here as I thought.” With all the remaining party goers now seated in a circle around him, Zen slowly made his way around the room gathering items in an empty punch bowl. “That's too bad. I had hoped this would be more of an event.” All items now collected, he placed the bowl on a nearby table  “Still, we should have enough players for a few turns. So, let's begin.” Graceful, as always, Zen once again began to move through the crowd, this time in search of a player. After a moment, he stopped in front of you and extended a hand. “Would you do me the honor of playing first?”
“Sure I would. Actually, I'd love to.” Taking his hand without pause, you stood to your feet with a nod. “I've played this game once before, so there's no need for you to explain the rules to me. I know what I'm doing.”
“I see. That's convenient, isn't it?” Expecting you to
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Voltron Legendary Defender Seven in Heaven - Shiro
       Standing in the center of the room with his hand to his chin, Lance looked over the remaining group of people and thought. “You know, this would be a lot simpler if I could see who actually looked excited to play and who didn't.” He sighed. “I tell you what, instead of me picking, one of you should just come up here.” Smiling to himself, Lance picked up the bottle and waited for someone to claim it. He didn't have to wait long either. The moment he'd allowed you to volunteer yourself, you did. Surprised at how quickly you'd appeared, Lance actually took a step back. “Man, you must be seriously excited to play. You practically ran up here.”
Already grasping for the bottle he held in his hands, you eagerly nodded. “Of course I'm excited to play. Why wouldn't I be?”
“I'm just making sure. That's my job as host you know.” Leaning in close, Lane painting the most charming smile he could muster on his lips
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First Impressions (Ignis x Reader)
Fem!Reader
You had just finished cleaning up the horrid mess left in a booth from the last lot of customers when four more walked through the door. The bell chimed at you, mockingly cheerful as they entered, almost drowned out by their incessant chatter.
You closed your eyes and sighed. You did not need this today.
These damn tourists. Longwythe was little more than a pit stop for them. They would breeze in, stay for a spell, then breeze right out again, leaving you to clean up the leavings. What did they care? It wasn’t like they would ever see you again. There was no need for courtesy or small talk in their eyes because any first impressions they made—good or bad—would surely be forgotten. They were partially right. You saw so many pass through that you forgot individual faces, but the bad experiences always left a lasting impression and fuelled a deep-seated animosity toward any and all outsiders that happened by your tiny little corner of the world.
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Valentine's Day - Raffle [CLOSED]
Happy Valentine's Day, dudes!
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I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who take part in this raffle, i didn't even expected to see so many people actually, you just make me happy fjjhddhsjdds
And you can't just imagine, I'm so thankful for all your words, i read them all and it's so kind jsdk your different opinions are important and interesting,
they allowed me to look from the other side on what i want to see in what im doing and understand better which way i should keep, this helped a lot
and make me feel so much better and more confident that things I'm doing is not in vain uhhhh -cries-


Congratulations to the winner!

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RAFFLE IS NOW CLOSED! 
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Eyeballs (Uta x Reader)
(A/N: This has swears in it. I wasn't sure if it needed a warning label or not so I decided not to put one.)
You were specifically told not to go in the closet. But did you listen?
No.
~Flash Back to Ten Minutes Previous~
"[Name], please refrain from snooping through that closet," Uta pointed to a door sandwiched between two other doors. He stared down at you and raised his eyebrows, as if saying 'Do you understand?'
"Okay, yeah, got it. No discovering the prize behind door number two," you nodded and walked across the room to his desk. Huffing as your bum hit the chair, you looked at him, "I promise I won't go through that closet," you raised your hands in surrender before sending a sweet smile. He stared at you for another few seconds before nodding and stepping up to you.
"Thank you," he paused, running his fingers through your hair, "I'll be back later. Don't open the door for anyone. I really don't want to come home to you splattered across my masks."
He kissed you lovingly before
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Dirty Pick-up Lines | Rin Matsuoka x Shy!Reader
Dirty Pick-up Lines | Rin Matsuoka x Shy!Reader DRABBLE
You lay on your boyfriend, the one and only Samezuka Swim Team captain, Rin Matsuoka’s chest. You had walked to Rin’s house, to which he yelled at you for because it was winter and cold outside, and you got there, freezing cold. You weren’t really the happiest at the moment because you were having trouble warming up. Rin always had a natural body heat, so, on cold days, he would try to warm you up and cuddle with you, he would change positions a lot, so all of your body could warm up. You were extremely upset at the moment, and unknowingly to you, Rin was coming up with a plan to make you laugh.
“(Y/n).” He mumbled, grinning deviously.
“Yeah?” You say quietly, almost a whisper. You weren’t the loudest person, considering how shy you were.
“What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?” Rin asks, smirking at you. You look up at him, confused.
“I
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The Soulmate Conspiracy [4/4] (Levi x Reader)
“Mr. Ackerman, get to class!” Principal Smith yelled out as the teenager ran past him.
Levi skidded to a stop before giving his principal a glare.
“Or what you’ll expel me too? Go for it, my uncle was probably going to move soon anyway. I suppose if I put up any struggle you’ll just assault me like you did (Y/N)?”
“Child, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Really? I thought grabbing a student so hard that she bruises, unprovoked I might add, would be considered assault.”
The group of students that had been in the hall remained standing instead of moving for their next classes. By the sound of their whispers it was clear that some could recall (Y/N)’s injury.
“I’m sure if anything like that happened between I and (L/N) she would have made it known to everyone.”
“Maybe she feels bad for you.” Levi said with a stone cold look in his eyes. From that look alone Erwin could tell t
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Sinking pt2~ Shanks x Reader

         You paced the ship railing, wondering what you should do about your current situation. "It really did sink," Shanks comments, looking over the railing.
       "Don't look so happy about it!" You growl. 
       "Weren't you suppose to be on it when it sunk?" He asks chuckling. You bend down and roughly pinch his cheek. 
       "Don't laugh!" You snap, as he broke out into laughter.
       "I can't help it! Looks like you missed your chance." He laughs. 
        You pinch his other cheek, "And whose fault is that?!" You hiss. 
       "Well, what are you going to do now?" He inquires. You let go of his cheeks. 
       'I'm stuck on a pirate ship, and in my life!' You think, sulking in a corner. 
       "Ah, don't be so down! It can'
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Seriously.  Thank you.
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        In hindsight, my method of killing monsters isn't very effective.  I mean, it requires writing, and when running for my life, there are not a lot of things to write on.  This usually means that I have golden ink all over my arm, and let me tell you, it has never been easy to remove.  Especially since it's more like paint than like ink. 

        Regardless, with the cyclops chasing after me, I had to keep making sharp turns so that he didn't catch up as I tried to write myself home.  That sounded funny. 

        Whatever I write with the golden ink will become reality.  That was a huge responsibility to give a thirteen year old girl, and I learned that the hard way.  There was a reason I was kicked out of my home.  Well, two reasons.  One of them was because I didn't want to harm my mother in any way at all, especially when she was expecting, so I have a little brother or sister I've never met. 

        I cursed.  I had started to write with the wrong ink.  I pressed a small button on the side of my pen with my nail, and a slight light leaked out of it.  That meant that the ink was changing.  I usually used this pen for my everyday writing too, so I had to make sure I wasn't maling up stories in my golden ink.  Especially not the Supernatural ones.

        Shaking, I decided to cut through another alleyway that was too small for the monster chasing me, and after I knew he had went around, I took off the way I came, trying to find a place to write.  It wasn't easy to write a story and run for your life at the same time.

        I knew that the cyclops probably had some way of tracking me, so I hurridly ran up a fire escape to sit on the roof.  Hopefully, there would be a delay, and he wouldn't catch up quickly.  I flopped down into the gravel and pressed the tip of my pen into my arm.  It only stung a little bit.

        {As [y/n] sat quivering on the roof, she hoped for a savoir from the dreaded beast.  She had barely escaped last time, and due to restrictions, she couldn't request that the monster just vanish.  She had used that the first time, and she couldn't ask for the same thing twice.  This time, she asked for a her-}

        The building shook and I rushed from the edge to the center of the roof, trying to finish my sentence.  It had to sound like an actual story with thought in it, not just a demand.  And I've never tried it on actual paper before, I'll have to try that out when there's not huge monsters vying for my life.

        {She asked for a hero, strong and kind, to rescue the poor damsel.}

        I've never considered myself the damsel in distress.  I was pretty resilient, and thankfully I healed fast, even if I was terrible with first aid, but I knew when to admit if I needed help, but right now, I was going to be cornered by the cyclops, and needed someone who knew what they were doing. 

        As it was too large for the fire escape, the monster opted to climb up the face up the building, and he did so with ease.  That scared me a little and I hoped that my strong and kind hero would hurry the heck up already.  I didn't remember much of a delay when I used the pen before.  Then again, I've never asked for a person before. 

        The cyclops peeked his head up and smiled.  I wished that he wouldn't.  He proceeded to reach a hand up and though the gravel did give somewhat of challenge to him, it didn't slow him for long.  I stood to face him.  Maybe the pen couldn't summon a person and I would just have to face my death like a man.  That wouldn't be too bad, considering I had been avoiding dying for three years now.  I was probably long over due for a visit with death.

        Before the monster had fully climbed up, I saw a black blur dart from above me and, if I wasn't crazy, dropped a boy right on top of the monster, the tip of his sword stabbed deep within the cyclops's single eye.  I winced.  That looked really painful.  The boy yanked his weapon out and jumped off of the monster just as it started to fall backwards.

        He looked over his shoulder and straight into my wide eyes. I had only met one other person who had done something like that, and he had took off running before I could ask any questions. This one seemed to be willing to stick around through. He walked over to me and held out his hand.

        "Hey, your dad sent me. I'm Percy Jackson."
        You'd think I'd be used to being hunted down by crazed, cannibal giants, or scary, snake-legged ladies, but I've been more wrong before.  Take that time in third grade.  I thought that Suzie was a nice girl, but it turned out she just wanted my Oreos.  Or in fifth grade, when I thought that Evan had a crush on me, and it turned out that he just wanted my homework answers.  And again, three years ago, when I thought that maybe, eigth grade would be a piece of cake?  It turned out that I was famous online for my fanfiction, but I was also famous in real life, and mythical monsters that were supposed to be stories turned up during a pep rally and tried to kill me. 

        That had really bummed out my school spirit.  The only thing that kept me going for the last three years was the fact that there were people cheering me on. 

        Oh, yeah, I ran a blog about my adventures.  People thought it was an azing work of fiction (my Wincest fics, those were fiction.  I hoped) but it was all, one-hundred percent true.  Except for the fact that I had a dog with me.  It was actually a small hell-hound that I had soon figured out to be either half-hound and half-actual dog, or a puppy.  I was hoping for the former, because then he wouldn't grow to be as big. 

        His name was Scott. 

        Where was I?  Oh, yeah, running for my life.  This time, from a rather large man, who, upon closer inspection (not that I wanted too close) looked to be a cyclops.  I mean, if his one eye hand anything to say about his species.  I didn't want to be racist or anything, especially if he potentially wanted to kill me. Maybe he'd be gentle if I was nice. 

        I had been running down the street, annoying more than a few pedestrians, before sharply turning down an alleyway.  I knew where I was, and the shop on one side always kept it's back door open for the homeless kids.  They usually gave away any food that the shop couldn't legally sell, but big ugly behind me didn't know about it, hopefully.  If I could just get a moment to write something, I'd be able to get away, but despite his formidable size, the cyclops was pretty speedy.  One could almost wonder if his name was Gonzales. 

        Ducking into the cafe, I hoped the monster woundn't find me, and I dug around in my bag for my pen.  Usually, it was a breeze to find, the golden object sitting on top, but I knew that I had recently dropped it.  It must still not have reappeared.  Great, just what I needed to start off the day.  I still hadn't had breakfast.  Wistfully, I eyed the muffins set back here for the less fortunate, but instinct told me to run. 

        Just as I turned away from the door and made my way out the front of the shop, I heard a loud crash, like a wrecking ball.  Deciding I didn't want to be next, I took off once more.  When I was already halfway down the street, I heard another loud crash, this one the sound of shattering glass.  A glance behind me said that it was from the coffee shop and that the one-eyed creature had yet to see me. 

        Praying to any god who was listening, I reached into my bag once again.  This time, I felt the cool metal of the pen and pulled it out, and uncapped it.  Finally, I could get this monster out of my hair and I could go on with my day.  Well, that is only if the police didn't try to arrest me again.
        The night wasn’t going exactly the way you thought it would, considering you were at a party. Not exactly your idea of a great time, but the music was good and the ocean breeze felt nice compared to the early June heat. Your friends looked to be having the time of their lives, though, so you stayed. You might not have met the love of your life otherwise.

        You were a ways away from the bonfire and surrounding drunks, far enough that you wouldn't be hit by sand when someone stumbled by you, but close enough to hear the punk music blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speakers. You were sitting on the ground in a pair of shorts and a tank-top, holding your red solo cup half-filled with a cheap-tasting local brew.

        Then, when you thought that you'd had enough of being a wallflower, a man came from the group and sat to the right of you. He was beautiful in the fire’s light.

        “So,” he said. “Do you like Spider-Man?” You gave him a weird look. That was one way to start a conversation.

        “Um, I guess he's cool. Why do you ask?” He smirked.

        “I have two friends who argue over him all the time. One of them thinks that he's the best, but the other thinks that Deadpool is where it's at.” You nodded in understanding.

        “Actually, I think that Spidey-pool is where it's at.” The man scoffed.

        “Someone else I know thinks the same. Coincidentally, she thinks the first two should also get together.”

        “They obviously sound like they should get together as it is. They must be made for one another.” You shifted your cup from your right hand to your left and extended your free hand. “I'm [y/n].” Even if his opening sentence was odd, this guy seemed cool.

        “Call me Shiro. Everyone does.” He shifted and reached his right hand over to shake yours. Instantly, your eyes were drawn to his shoulder. It was covered with a gorgeous black line tattoo. Bringing your eyes down to see it all, you saw five robotic lions, all slightly different. The one by his elbow was almost entirely black, and it leaked down into what looked to be a robot suit from an anime that you watched when you were younger. As he moved his arm, you saw that the inside of his forearm had something in a script. It read ‘patience yields focus.’

        “Shiro, huh? Nice ink.” He smiled, and your breath was taken.

        “Thanks. It means a lot to me. When I was younger, I was a huge fan of lions, and each one of these represents one of my closest friends.” That was really sweet. “And this one is because I’m a huge nerd.” He gestured to the mecha.

        You snorted at that. “Really now?”

        “Yeah. I mean, it helps that I have a robot theme going, because how cool are robot lions?” You simply giggled.

        “Pretty cool.” You had to give him that. He nodded, but her also shook his fist.

        “Damned right. Now, [y/n], what are you doing all the way out here?” He raised an eyebrow.

        “I don’t like large crowds of people.” You shrugged and took a sip from your cup.

        “Then what was the point of coming here?” He likely already knew the answer to that one.

        “My friends dragged me. But hey, I got a cool shot from over here.” You handed him a picture that had printed out of your camera about half an hour ago. It was a shot of the bonfire with dancing silhouettes of black in the foreground.

        “Nice. It looks pretty cool.” As soon as he finished talking, ‘I Miss You’ by Blink-182 came on. The crowd in front of you had mixed reactions - half groaned and half cheered, but all sang along. You sat back, laughing. The song was iconic, you couldn’t deny.

        Afterwards, Shiro asked if you wanted to ‘blow this popsicle stand.’ You nodded, and when you got up, you first went to your friends to let them know you were ducking out.

        His car was nice, clean, and not too obnoxious. You were seated and seat-belted (Shiro made sure) before he started the car. The stereo had been left on, and classical music had begun to fill the air.

        “Well that’s a contrast.” If you had looked twice, you would have seen him blushing, but you didn’t mind the Beethoven playing quietly in the background.

        “So, I hope you don’t mind my bringing you back to my place - there aren’t many places open at this time of night.” You shook your head.

        “I don’t mind. I mean, as long as you have something to eat. I’m starving.”

        Shiro lived nearby, and it was actually a pretty nice house. “Here we are.” He pulled into his garage, and as you were struggling with your seatbelt, he went around the car and opened the door. “Thank-you.” You stood up, but when you glanced back into the car, you had left sand everywhere. He said it was fine, since he want to the beach all the time.

        The two of you ended up not eating that night.

        In the morning, you couldn’t find your shirt, so you put on one of Shiro’s as you went to find it. You made your way out into the living room, and smelt something good. Glancing over to the kitchen, you saw a half-dressed Shiro wearing a frilly pink apron, flipping pancakes. You had smelt the bacon that was cooling off on a paper towel.

        “Morning~” he called out to you. His smile was as adorable as it was infectious. You smiled as well.

        “Good morning.”

- - - - - - -

        “No, you don’t understand,” you were trying to convince Shiro that you would fall flat on your face before you would actually be successful at rollerskating. He chuckled.

        “I’m sure I don’t. Now give me your hand. And your camera.” Hesitantly, you did so, and he helped you glide around the wooden rink. He was really good. You really liked the way he held your hand. It was very comfortable, especially compared to some people in the past.

        “Smile!” You looked up, having been watching your legs so you didn’t trip and bring Shiro down with you. You heard the click of your camera, and the familiar sound of it spitting out a picture soon after. “Hehe. Cute.” Shiro showed it to you. It was a shot of you looking almost scared as you gripped his tattooed arm, so tight that your nailed pulled at his skin a bit.

        You scowled. “Nuh-uh. I’m not cute. Not at all.” He skated in closer and pulled your jaw so you look look up at him. He kissed your nose.

        “Yes, you are.” The two of you had been dating for about two weeks now. Everything about him was amazing, and you almost didn’t want to believe that he liked you - but his kisses were evidence enough to convince you of anything.

        Soon enough, you could skate around a bit unsteadily on your own, but you still held onto Shiro’s hand.

        “Alright, [y/n]. I know your friends are going to another party tonight - Kayla told me - but I want to hang out with you, not them, and I know you don’t like large social gatherings of any kind, wo what do you want to do tonight?” The two of you were unlacing your skates and were deciding on what to do.

        “Could we stay in again?” He nodded.

        “Sure thing. What’s on the menu?” You thought about it.

        “I’m thinking...pizza? And then dessert?” You made sure he knew what you were suggesting. He smiled.

        “Alright. Sounds good to me.” That’s the night you found out Shiro liked it when you bit his tattoo.

        Another few weeks into the summer, it was now the end of July. You and Shiro were at the beach once again. It was about an hour until high tide, so it was a bit chiller that it had been earlier, and it wasn’t as crowded either. You were having fun, taking pictures of the water and of the beachfront and of Shiro.

        He was coming towards you, arms open and smile wide. You took the shot just as he was about to pick you up. You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

        He let you come down and you positioned the camera so that you could get a picture of the with the sunrise behind you.

        “Okay, I wanna go watch a movie,” Shiro said. You nodded.

        “Alright. What are we watching?” Shiro was walking ahead of you, leading you by the hand.

        “I was thinking something scary?” You thought about it.

        “Sure. I’m down.” You were looking forward to cuddling with Shiro during the movie.

        “Just be sure to wipe off the sand before we actually go inside the theater.” You nodded. The two of you actually ended up meeting two of your friends who were also on a date, and you ended up combined parties, much to Shiro’s disdain. You noticed this.

        “What’s wrong?” He leaned over and whispered what he would have done, in the back of the theater, if the two of you had only been alone. “Oh, is that so?” You voice was a bit higher pitched than you would have liked.

- - - - - - -

        Shiro didn’t know that you were only visiting until a week before you were due to leave.

        “What? You’re leaving?” You had let it slip one night while the two of you were laying in bed, saying that you didn’t want to go.

        “Well, I mean, not for another week. I live in the city, and I have to go back to school.” He sat up hurriedly and looked at you.

        “What year? Please tell me you’re not a minor.” Your eyes wandered his bare chest.

        “Going into junior at uni.” Your hands began to trace where your eyes had been.

        Your conversation was paused until the morning.

        Over coffee and eggs, the serious questions were asked.

        “So, you’re going to be a junior in college in a few weeks?” He asked. You nodded. “I’m sure you can tell by the lack of serious food and clothes, but this is only my summer home, and I share it with this little sweet elderly couple who come during the winter.” You took a sip of your coffee, sure that he wasn’t done sharing. “I do work in the city as a businessman, nothing fancy It’s pretty boring.” Your brain took it upon itself to procure an image of Shiro in a suit. You did not mind.

        “Cool. What business?”

        “Just a bank. It’s a good pay and I have a lot of downtime, surprisingly.”

        “So if we both live in the city, we’re going to continue out relationship, right?” He gave you an incredulous look.

        “Why wouldn’t we?” This shocked you.

        "Oh, you know the movies. College girl goes to the beach for some summer fun, finds love, gets heartbroken when she finds out she’ll have to leave and come back to real-life?” Shiro shook his head and stood. He made his way around the table to that he stood behind you.

        “I’m sorry to break it to you,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps. “But this is real-life.” He kissed your cheek and reached to grab his coffee mug. He downed the rest of it before going to the sink and rinsing it out.

        “So will you drive me back when it’s time to go?” He nodded.

        And he kept good on that promise. When you had everything packed, you said good-bye to your friends and hopped into Shiro’s car. During the drive, that Blink-182 song from the party played.  The both of you played the part of the social butterflies this time, singing loudly to the lyrics, if slightly off-key. After about twenty minutes, Shiro stopped the car.

        He got out and opened your door. He held his hand out to you - ever the gentleman. You got out, confused. You were nowhere near the city. In fact, you were parked just off the road and you were facing the ocean. It was kind of nice.

        Shiro leaned you against the front of his car and began to kiss you. It was the real good-bye kiss, since you wouldn’t do it in front of people you knew. You were a bit short, however, so he picked you up to sit on the hood and rested one hand on your thigh, the other climbing your back to tangle in your hair. It was almost magical.

        When you and Shiro pulled up to your dorm, hours later, there were a few wolf whistles and catcalls from your friends who were still unpacking their jeep. They all loved Shiro, and once, when you all went out bowling, one of them got a handful of his butt. You had been upset, but his face was cute when it was red. Plus, there was the, ah, intense good-bye kiss.

- - - - - - -

        Shiro and you had been dating for four years before he proposed. Four years of struggle since you had school and all, and because there was not much time for the two of you to hang out. Four years of unease, because so many other people were way cooler than you, and Shiro could have his pick.

        But it all turned out wonderful in the end.

        The location of the reception had been Shiro’s choice - it was at a hotel, and he couldn’t get over the sight of you. After he danced with his mother, and yours (and, of course, with you) he saw you sitting at the bar in the corner waiting for a drink. You took his breath away, to say the least.

        Your favorite part of the wedding reception was the photo album that was passed from guest to guest. It was a scrap-book kind of thing, but with blank margins around the pictures. It had been completed that day by your best friend, the last picture of you and Shiro’s first kiss as a married couple.

        Each of the guests was encouraged to flip through it, many of the pictures from your first summer together, and to write comments. The one in the front you were fond of - it was ‘I love you’ written by both you and Shiro.
Shiro x Reader - Closer
Inspired by this video - www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT2_F-…

This is honestly my favorite of all I've written.  What do you all think of it?

I don't own Voltron, and my requests are open, if slowly being written.
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(If you have a problem with the strictly romantic relationship between a fourteen year old and and eighteen year old, this is not the story for you. Also, female reader.)

        You knew you really shouldn’t have done it, but you had fallen for your boyfriend’s younger sister regardless. Of course, Matt and you were only ‘dating’ so that your parents wouldn’t get on either of you for being gay. You didn’t think that it would be too hard since the two of you hung out 24/7 anyway, but when you met Katie, you knew it would be.

        The young girl was twelve, and you were sixteen when you met, but your heart didn’t care, and Katie acted so much older than her years. She was perfection. Her snark and sass was enough to rival your own and she was way smarter than you were. You had never been one to excessively praise, but you really wanted to raise little Katie on a pedestal and shout for the world to pay attention.

        Sometimes, when you went over to Matt’s place, and he was still in the shower, you’d chat with Katie while she worked on a technological something or other. She was a wonderful person, and she loved her brother to no end. She was adorable, and you kind of wanted her all to yourself, to hide her from all the impurities of the world, and soon the two of you became friends as well.

        When Matt and Dr. Holt died on the Kerberos mission, it was hard on both of you, and Katie had often snuck into the Garrison to look at the confidential files to find out the truth. She didn’t believe that they were dead. She thought that aliens had abducted him or something else. Anything else.

- - - - - - -

        “Give it up, you're obviously not going anywhere right now, you're too tired.” This is about a year after the Kerberos mission failure and Katie was spending the night at your house. She was working on a mess of circuit board and wires and you wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

        “Yeah, whatever.” She dropped her work, frustrated and exhausted, and made her way to your bed. She added and removed clothing as necessary to be comfortable before climbing under the blankets with you.

        “Oh my God, your feet are freezing Katie!” You curled your toes and drew your own feet away from hers.

        She giggled evilly, pressing her hands to the back of your neck. You let out a shrill scream, trying to escape from her icy clutches.

        You fell off the bed.

        “Katie, go put on some socks!” You sat up, wrapped in all of the blankets. She rolled her eyes, but went to your dresser and grabbed out of your favorite pair to wear.

        “You're such a wimp.” You gave her a stink eye, trying your best to shut her up without using words, but that wasn't the most effective strategy. She kept talking. “Poor circulation isn't something I can change at a simple thought, so you'll just have to d-” you tried a different approach.

        You climbed onto the bed and rolled onto Katie while she was talking and gave her a small peck on the lips. You had never seen Katie Holt speechless before, with the exception of the week after her brother’s disappearance. The girl shut her mouth real quick once you did that. Well, she did for a moment. At first, you thought she didn't like you to that point, and that tomorrow would be awkward when you dropped her off at her Mom’s house, but you knew differently at her response.

        “[y/n]? Could you, um, do that again? But not as quick this time?” You smiled. She really could have just kissed you herself, but you thought that she might have needed a second opinion for her working mind.

        “Sure thing.” This one lingered, and you really hoped that Katie was as open to explore her sexuality as she seemed to be, but you knew she was younger than you and likely didn't have many friends like her brother had to experiment with. He had been your own first kiss and you knew that guys just weren't for you.

        “Um, [y/n]?” You nodded to encourage her next question. “One more time?” At her tone, you knew it wasn't for ‘science reasons’ like her usual curiosities, but simply because she actually wanted to kiss you again. You smiled.

        In a lower voice, you answered. “Of course,” and smiled as you poured your feelings into a third kiss. You had been wanting this for at least two years, and here you were, finally confessing in a way you never considered. You thought you'd be more romantic in telling Katie you liked her, but knowing her, you should have known it was going to come out when she wouldn't shut her scientist mouth.

        “So, [y/n], you like me?” You rolled your eyes.

        “I have for the last two years, thanks for noticing.” Her eyes widened.

        “Really? When I was twelve?” She was a bit taken aback. “What was there to like?” she was genuinely surprised. You pulled Katie in for a hug,

        “There was plenty enough. You’re a genius, and you’re super sweet, and kind.” She was blushing, embarrassed that you thought so highly of her. She clumsily kissed you so you’d stop talking.

        “You have to drop me off early tomorrow so I can get ready for my first day at the Garrison.” You nodded.

        “Should I start calling you Pidge now too?” Her eyebrows scrunched together as she thought. You loved that, you thought that it was adorable, but she’d likely bite off one of your hands before she’d accept that compliment.

        “Probably. Especially if we’re going to be dating, I’m expecting daily phone updates on your life, and visits every two weeks so that it’s more likely to believe that I’m a boy.”

        “Why are you going all ‘Mulan’ on this school again?” You saw that resolve that only comes around when memories of Matt come up. You knew why even before she answered.

        “Because Iverson knows my face. He’ll recognize me otherwise.”

        “Well, I can’t wait to see how your hair will look, ‘Fa Mulan’.” She scoffed. She probably regretted telling you her plan now.

        “Shut up. Besides, it’s known that most crushes last around four months, and that after that is love, so theoretically, if you’ve liked me for two years, you won’t care what I look like, because you love me.” You were pouting.

        “Pidge, at least let me say it~!!” She looked at you expectantly. “I’m not saying it right now!!”

        “So you don’t love me?”

        “No, I do, just-” Your eyes widened. “Katie!!”

        “Who’s Katie?” She was such a smart ass, that it actually physically hurt sometimes.

        “Pidge, shut up.”

        “Make me.”

        “Alright.” You kissed her again, effectively doing so.

        “I could get used to that.”
        You couldn't think of a single way to convince Lance to pay attention. 

        The two of you were studying for a huge chemistry test coming up, but your boyfriend wouldn't keep his eyes or hands or words to himself.  On more than one occasion, you had to slap his hands away from your thighs.  Eventually, you moved to the other side of the table, but that didn't stop him from spouting countless terrible pick-up lines. 

        "Hey, are you made of copper and tellurium?  'Cuz you're CuTe~"  You groaned.  He's told that one twice already.

        "C'mon, I tell a chemistry joke, but you had no reaction."  He couldn't stay serious and started laughing.

        "Lance, focus, please."

        "I am.  I've got my ion you," he snickered.  "Hey, hey. Do you have eleven protons?  Because you are sodium fine."  You smile at that, realizing he was learning things he needed by trying to flirt with you.  He took this as a sign to continue.

        "I wish you name was Avogadro," he started.

        "Why?"  You pushed.

        "Because then I would already know your number."

        "Which is...?"

        "Six point zero two times ten to the twenty-third," he said smugly.  You reached across the table and kissed him.

        "Very good, Lance."  He blushed.  "Are you going to turn red every time we kiss?  I mean, it's cute, but we've been dating for a year and a half."  He turned away from you.

        "What?  I still can't believe you agreed to go out with me.  We were sophomores, I was but a weak player lost in a sea of not so small fish."  You rolled your eyes. 

        "You're no player, we've been dating for two odd years."

        "How do you know I haven't been playing you?"  He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.  You leaned forward and kissed him, turning his face red.

        "That's how."  You turned the page of your textbook and began to read aloud, not finishing certain sentences so that Lance could fill in the blanks.  That is, until he interrupted again.

        "Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon?  Because you're damn FINe."  They were pretty bad, the pick-up lines.

        "Hey, Lance, I want to get with you like francium wants to get with fluorine."  Two could play at that game.  He blushed.  He was smooth when flirting, but if someone did it to him, he turned as red as a cherry.  It was a nice color against his skin. 

        "Um...are you full of beryllium, gold and titanium?"  You rest your chin on your hand, which in turn was propped up by your elbow on the table.

        "Why do you ask?"  He was so cute when he was flustered. 

        "Because you're BeAuTifull?"  You smiled lovingly at him.  You were already his, yet he continued to try and impress you.  You really liked that.

        "Alright, hot stuff."  You kissed his cheek.  "Let's get back to work."  He groaned.

        "Buzzkill."

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Happy birthday, dear! All the best!!!
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Happy Birthday!
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thanks for the watch! :love:
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That thanks is funny with a winking Dean saying it 😂
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Thank you so much for watching! :heart:
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No problem! Your stories are ones I'd like to read more of in the future.
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awww thanks I am planing to write more soon
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