'from your most favorite and best son no matter what the other one says'

Sending Our Love


  Jensen hated that he was so far away from her, especially in a time like this. He hated being away from her period but this weekend just seemed to make it all the worse. He knew that she needed him, more than ever actually, but she insisted that he go and be with the fans. She was always so supportive of his career and what he did. After all, he met at her because of his career. She practically packed his bag for him and pushed him out the door, not taking no for an answer. She knew just how much it meant to the fans to see them in person. She wasn’t about to take that away because she wasn’t well and needed him. 

  He couldn’t take his mind off of her the entire time and he was so damn sure it showed. His heart was back in Austin with his wife and no matter how hard he tried to keep his mind off of her, he couldn’t. Jared had kept his eyes on Jensen all day, reassuring him that Y/N was okay back in Austin with Gen and the boys. Y/N was a strong girl, and both of them knew that.

  “My question is for Jared,” the fan said into the mic. Jensen turned to face her anyways, trying not to stare into the wall behind her. “If Dean were to let Sam get a dog, which dog do you think he would get?”

  Jensen felt his phone vibrate in his pocket while Jared listened to the question. He pulled it out of his jean pocket and looked at the screen to see his wife’s face on the screen, requesting to FaceTime. He couldn’t deny her the call, especially if she needed him. He nudged Jared, showing him the screen. He nodded, giving Jensen the go look. 

  He pointed his finger up at the crowd and made his way backstage, sliding the accept call button. Moments later, her face popped up on the screen. She looked tired, wearing one of his red flannel shirts, laying in what looked to be their bed back in Austin. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Hey sweetheart,” he smiled. “Everything okay?”

  “It is now. I missed you and I needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry if I called at an inconvenient time,” she frowned, worry etched on her face. 

  “I’m in the middle of the afternoon panel. Do you want to say hi to everyone?” he questioned. She nodded her head profusely, a smile crack upon her lips. Jensen carried the phone in his hand and flipped the screen so she could see Jared’s back and the crowd on the screen. He picked up his mic, Jared looking at him with concern.

  “So, as you may know a little while back, Jared and a very significant other of mine came up with the Always Keep Fighting campaign. Have you guys heard of it?” he asked the crowd. The room went wild and Jared began to smile, knowing exactly where this was going. “Right now, my girl is at home, fighting her own battle like the badass woman that she is. How would you guys like to send her some of the love that Jar and I both know this family has for her. I’ve got her right here with me. Hey sweetheart, there are some people that want to say something to you,” he smiled. The whole room clapped and screamed for her, chanting her name amongst wishing her the best. 

  “Jar and I love you too, baby girl. We’ll be home before you know it,” he smiled at her, blowing a kiss to her through the screen. Jensen could see the blush rise upon her cheeks and it made his heart skip a beat. 

  “I love y’all, too!”

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Covetous (Part One)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic. 

Author’s Note: I have not yet written an angst or slow burn fic, so this is quite different from my usual fluffy fics. It’s been fun to write so far and I’m looking forward to writing the rest of it. I know I said yesterday that I wouldn’t be posting for a bit, but this prompt was too good to ignore so… here we are. 

Words: 2,766 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of surgery/hospital 

Also, for this, it’s modern and Lin has Hamilton and Moana done, but he’s obviously not married and doesn’t have his son for sakes of the fic. 

Enjoy!! (don’t hesitate to tell me how you like it through asks, messages, comments, or reblogs!) 


“I’m just saying… why would Rassilon say that Time Lords would stand as monuments such as the Weeping Angels if it wasn’t true? And it’s the perfect bit for the immortality thing – they’re immortal as statues.” You continued your ages old debate with your best friend as you pushed open the door to your favorite spot – the hole-in-the-wall tea shop you had frequented since your freshman year of college. Greeted with the sugar and spice notes of the over one-hundred different kinds of tea brewed here and a “hello” from your favorite worker, you nodded before Lin countered your opinion.

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P.R.I.M: Pranks Resulting in Matrimony

Written by: @ghtlovesthg

Title: P.R.I.M: Pranks Resulting in Matrimony

Prompt 28: Noting tension between Katniss and the baker’s youngest son, carefree and mischievous Prim can’t resist pranking her annoyingly uptight and very responsible sister. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Notes: Rated All Ages, Never-reaped!Everlark, Complete. 

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A Flower’s Path

GIF Credit to: @ygo-gx

Pairing: Ban Ryu (Do Ji Han) X Reader

Genre: angst, coming-of-age, slight!romance

Word Count: 2,584

Request: Hi! For the Hwarang scenarios, what about one where you are a great enough fighter that you are asked to be the ONLY female hwarang (but against your will). Once inside, Ban Ryu is constantly complaining about how you shouldn’t be there and how it’s a disgrace for a woman to be in the Hwarang house. The two of you keep bashing heads bc even though you didn’t want to be there, you weren’t going to take that from him. Once the princess gets there she gets jealous that most of the hwarang gets close with the female hwarang and tries to get rid of her. - @starbooks13

A/N: I’ll still be accepting “Hwarang” requests for the remaining Hwarang members. Send a request in! You can send more than one. If someone asks for the same Hwarang as you, I’ll choose my favorite plot to write. Thanks! ^^


Your hands’ grip slowly tightened on the big wooden stick. Standing ground and focusing on your opponent, you lowered the stick enough so that it pointed at your enemy. New beads of sweat formed on your face. Inhale. Exhale. You smirked, full of confidence. Ready.

You let out a yell, striking a blow on the left shoulder, right shoulder, stomach, and then the shoulders again. Your rival refused to move, only dust flying out of him.You dashed around, dodging for any incoming attacks and taking chances of your own to get hits. Loud rhythmic sounds could be heard from your stick coming in contact with the surface again and again. The amount of energy you used up showed when you found yourself starting to breathe heavily. “Miss (Y/N).” A familiar soft female voice of your personal servant caught your attention. You immediately stopped beating the dummy and brought the stick down to your side.

Turning around to face her, you noticed once again that the woman could not have been but more than a few years older than you. There was still some youth in her face, but she mostly look tired, probably from working for so long. You remembered her being there by your side since you were a little girl. “Yes, Soonja. What is the matter?” you asked.

“Your father insists you stop practicing your martial arts for today and dine with him for dinner now,” the servant answered, bowing her head low. “He also wishes to discuss some important things with you.”

“What does he wish to discuss with me?” You slid your stick back into your weapon rack that also included your spear, sword and knives.

“I am not sure, Miss (Y/N). He just wants me to let you know that it is an important conversation, so he is hoping that you won’t skip dinner to practice.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Soonja. Please allow me to clean up as best as I can before we go see Father.”

When you stepped into the dining room, you found the round table filled with lots of food. It was sort of funny because meals usually meant just you and your father eating. “Good evening, Father. How did the meeting with the officials go today?” You took a seat across from the old man. His gray hair tied into a bun. Though his demeanor looked quite rough at first, your father also seemed quite gentle at times.

He was a True Bone. Quite high in the bone rank system, he was of royal blood and worked as an official for the Royal Family. Since you were his daughter, you were of royal blood as well. “Some of the other officials were beginning to feel doubtful about the Hwarangs and their impact on changing Silla for the better,” your father expressed as you picked up a sweet and sour mushroom from a dish and ate quietly. “A few of the officials are worried about their sons who are part Hwarang as of now. They fear that instead of helping to protect the future king, that the young men will become dogs to the queen.”

“Her Majesty has been on the throne for so long,” you agreed, giving a nod. “She still has some control of them. I have a friend whose brother is a Hwarang. She says that they’re having trouble getting along as some are for the queen and some are against. The males are so focused on their ranks among each other that they hardly train their martial arts and performing arts skills. So much for elites…”

“How do you feel about the formation of the Hwarangs, (Y/N)?” your father asked, placing down his silverware. You did the same, putting down your spoon. You tried to read your father’s eyes to see if he genuinely wanted an answer, and when he continued waiting on you, you sighed.

“I wouldn’t want to be a part of a group like that.”

“Why not? Your fighting skills are impressive. Even though I disapproved of you doing martial arts at first, I’ve come to see that you’re talented in that area. You would’ve made a great Wonhwa.”

“Father,” you frowned. “both leaders of Wonhwa died.”

You started to feel the topic of the conversation dissipate and began lifting up your spoon again to eat when realization hit you. The utensil was placed on the table once more. “Wait… Father, does this have something to do with an important discussion you wanted to have with me?”

“Her Majesty and I have come to an agreement that Hwarang could use someone like you.”

You froze. A heavy weight set on your shoulders, and your stomach started to twist, ruining your appetite. “You don’t even like the queen…”

“But I respect the Royal Family. I also want the best for Silla. The king has not shown his face in years. We are not sure of what he can or can’t do as a ruler of the kingdom. I support our king, and I feel that it would be an honor for you to serve and protect him, (Y/N). Do you understand me?”

“I do, Father, but I don’t want to do this. Hwarang? My fighting skill is just a hobby. It’s also used to protect myself and the people around me, but nothing more than that. I don’t want to risk my life.”

“(Y/N),” your father said in a stern voice, and you knew he was serious about that decision.

“Besides, Hwarang already had their admission ceremony. They’re most likely not accepting anymore members. Hwarang is a group of young elite males. I’m a lady… Please don’t make me join.”

“Keeping your skills as a hobby only is pathetic. You can put those skills to greater use. As for Hwarang being only for males, you will be an exception. Her Majesty adores strong young women, and the chief instructor has also allowed you to stay in Hwarang House with your own small room.”

“You’re not listening to me, Father. I don’t want-”

“Almost all of the officials have a son who excel in sword fighting or literature. Meanwhile, I’ve raised a daughter all my life. I have heard people badmouthed me and you and how you’re only good to be married off to…”

You tried to speak up almost interrupted him, but knowing that arguing with your father would not help with your decision, you remained silent. At this point, you knew there was no way you could win.

“I know that you don’t mind being talked about to like that,” he continued, “but I do not approve of a True Bone’s royal blood being spoken about that way. My daughter is special, and if she doesn’t want to be seen that way, then she’s just going to have to continue living with it because she will be escorted to the Hwarang House tomorrow morning to stand next to the other elites.”

Tomorrow morning?! Already?! Feeling unfairness, your eyes began to burn with incoming tears, but you held them back. “Yes, Father. My apologies for trying to talk back.” You bowed your head down, and your father picked up his silverware and resumed his meal as if nothing happened.

Like your father said, when you headed out the next morning, you found a tall, handsome male dressed in Hwarang uniform waiting for you on a horse. Another horse without a rider was right beside him. “Miss (Y/N),” the male greeted. “My name is Ji Dwi, and I have been assigned to escort you to the Hwarang House.”

You hurried to climb on the other horse and then looked over to Ji Dwi. He cracked a smile which confused you. “My apologies, Miss (Y/N),” he said, an amused look in his eyes, “you just don’t look all that excited.”

You grinned the most sarcastic smile you could muster. “Better?” Then, you showed an honest laugh. “I’m sure you didn’t imagine a female Hwarang, either, huh? Please just call me (Y/N).”

The two of you whipped the reigns lightly so that your horses could make their way back to Hwarang House. “I think it’ll be interesting to have you,” Ji Dwi replied. “I didn’t imagine there would ever be a lady who was spectacular in fighting. It’s as impossible as the king living in the Hwarang House, disguised as a Hwarang.” He glanced over at you again and shared a playful smile.

It was not long until you reached the home of the Hwarangs and found the chief instructor as well as his assistant instructor waiting on you. Being a gentleman, Ji Dwi helped you off of your horse. “Thank you,” you told him before walking over to the chief instructor.

The chief instructor hummed, observing you. “Why, you must be (Y/N). I am Chief Instructor Wi Hwa. It is our pleasure to have you. Hopefully, you were able to get acquainted with my nephew on your way here.” When he gave you a short bow, you returned a deeper one.

“Ah, Ji Dwi is your nephew? I didn’t know that. I was wondering which family he belonged to as I’ve never met him before.”

“He lived overseas,” the old man affirmed. He then nodded his head over at his nephew, and Ji Dwi headed back into the Hwarang House. The chief instructor then held out his hand in the direction of the building. “I will be happy to show you around and answer any questions you may have, (Y/N).”

You paid attention to the view of your new residence as you listened to the chief instructor guide you through the area. You didn’t spot any other elites around, probably because they were having lessons or something. Beautiful flowers were grown in all of the green grasses, pleasing your eyes. The walls were painted of a rich, bright red and some gold. You soon found out ways to important places such as your own room, the bathhouse (you were assigned a different time from the other Hwarangs, of course), the dining room and the area where the young warriors practiced their fighting skills. It was nice, but you still felt quite uneasy about being here.

“Do you think it is strange,” you said, staring ahead at scenery, “that even though I know how to fight, I don’t want to be a fighter at all?”

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa glanced over at you and then forward, sharing the same view as you. “Your father told me, and I can understand why you’re like that. You probably feel like a pawn in Her Majesty’s hand. Please think of this as another path you have to take in life.” He began to move, and you followed right next to him. “Here, I can guarantee your growth, just like these flowers. Though you seem to agree that women should not be seen fighting, I disagree. Embrace that part of you - your natural combat skills like the earthy soil, your soft, yet intense beauty like the waves of water, and your bright character like the sunlight - and you will be strong enough to stand on your own. Maybe, you’ll even start to discover more of yourself here, among the other Hwarangs.”

Before you knew it, you found yourself inside of the household and in front of the doors. You heard chatters inside, and for some reason, your heart started to pick up more beats per minute. Chief Instructor Wi Hwa opened up the doors, and when eyes turned to him and then you, the room became silent.

The boys bowed, and the chief instructor nodded. You walked behind the old man when he started toward the center of room, walking up the steps to higher platform. You dared not to make eye contact with anyone. Only when the man next to you cleared his throat did you glance up. Handsome men in the same elegant uniforms stared at you, a few in a way different from others. Some were in confusion as if they could not believe you were there, and a few in awe, having heard rumors of your arrival but still could not take your presence in. You recognized a few faces.

“There is someone I would like to introduce you all to…” the chief instructor began.

You spotted Ji Dwi who you met in the morning. He smiled which calmed your heart down a bit. Then, there was Soo Ho. You only ran into him a few times when your father met with his, and the two brought up how both of their children excelled in sword fighting. Also, you’ve seen him when he was dating a few of your friends. He gave you a charming smile, as expected of someone who’s been around a lot of women.

You easily found Yeo Wool. His feminine features caught your eye. You heard about his family from your father, and even found Yeo Wool once at Okta. It was embarrassing for you to admit it, but you quite envied his beauty. He had an amused smile on his face. Right next to him was Han Sung. You knew he didn’t like to fight, so you wondered why he decided to join Hwarang. Maybe it had something to do with him being the last True Bone of his family. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute reaction.

“(Y/N) will be joining as the only female Hwarang. It is an executive decision made by the queen and myself. (Y/N) is amazing fighter. Even better than most of you,” Chief Instructor Wi Hwa said, muttering the last part to himself. “We believe that she will be a great addition to Hwarang. As I expect you all to treat each other with respect, getting rid of Silla’s bone rank system in the Hwarang House, I want you all to do the same to Jung Young Sik’s daughter. Understood?”

“Yes!” the boys replied in unison.

“Good.” The chief instructor turned to you. “Please head to the physician’s room. Miss Ah Ro has sewn you a uniform that is similar to theirs. After you’re dressed appropriately, you will return to this room and continue the rest of the day with these boys.”

You turned around and began to head down the stairs when a clear, loud voice spoke up. “Wait.” The short hairs on your arms raised from the chill.

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa responded. “Yes. Ban Ryu.”

Your body rotated to where Ban Ryu stood. You have never spoken to him, only heard about him sometimes from your father. Soo Ho might have mentioned once to stay away from Ban Ryu. You were very aware of their rivalry. His face was striking, but at the same time quite intimidating. You had a bad feeling about his next words.

“I don’t believe that she should be here. She doesn’t belong in the Hwarang House. It is a disgrace.”

I don’t know about disgrace… You frowned.

“You said it yourself Chief Instructor, Wi Hwa, that you wanted to form Hwarang with the capital’s greatest male elites. She is a woman. If she is the daughter of an official, then she should be taking on duties of a woman, preparing for marriage. Furthermore, if you accept her, it will be unfair as we already had the ceremony. What if the officials whose son didn’t make it get upset?” Ban Ryu glanced in your direction, a dirty look. “It’ll be all her fault.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do ome where you and Harry go to Annes (not for the first time) you dont have any kids not married just engaged amd have a nice family dinner there

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You had become so excited to make your announcement. You couldn’t wait to tell these people that you wanted to make them apart of your family, and you hoped they would accept you into theirs. They were just such lovely people and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to say that they were going to be legally your in-laws. You had the inkling that Harry wasn’t as eager to do so, though. Whenever an opportunity came up to segue into your announcement, he would quickly change the topic. You were starting to get offended. You felt as though Harry thought he was making a mistake, and was taking his sweet time to decide whether or not to put his family through another messy breakup. You wanted to say something but the two of you were almost never alone when you were with Harry’s family. And, to be honest, you would usually not have it any other way. You loved spending time with Harry’s family, but you wanted nothing more to ask Harry what was going on, in private.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 2

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: swearing

Part 1

Originally posted by sebastiansource


“Remind me again why we’re going to this dinner,” you gave your dad a pointed glance as you smoothed out your dress. “I know you and Mr. Barnes are working together now and it’s great that he’s doing this to save the company, but I don’t understand why James and I have to be there. Couldn’t you two just go out to Nobu or Oceano or one of those other fancy restaurants like you always do when you close a deal? I really don’t think there’s any need for me to be there. Besides, I had plans with Steve tonight.”

You had met Steve Rogers when he was interning for your father, and he had quickly become your best friend. At first, you had thought was intimidating. After all, he was a very large and muscular man, but within mere minutes of getting to know him, you discovered that he was more like the human equivalent of a golden retriever. He was friendly and outgoing with a heart of gold, always quick to laughter and willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. In fact, he had practically saved you when you had forgotten about a meeting with an important client. He had stepped in, taking the blame even though it was completely your fault. That was just the way Steve was.

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Lost || Oneshot

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Genre: Angst—> Fluff

Wonwoo x reader

You regret your actions towards those you have lost. 


He walked down the streets of Seoul late at night, he took in his surroundings or at least what he could see past his mask and cap. He saw couples, a lot of them, some of them with their children, some of them holding each other tight with smiles on their face. He remembered how good you were with children, his heart ached but he couldn’t help but feel joy at the memory of you. He was unhappy seeing the couples they reminded him too much of his better, happier self. He was supposed to be happy. He should be happy, was what they told him. He had it all the fame, money and the adoration of thousands of people. What more could he possibly want? But it wasn’t like that for him, he wasn’t one to prefer material things over those he cared for.

He couldn’t be happy because he didn’t have you anymore.

Don’t dwell on your past was what they told him when he would relapse to his saddened state; and hear your voice call out his name or your figure in the morning sunrise. Or when your favorite song would play as he listened to music. Too much reminded him of you, especially during his walk tonight. He couldn’t handle it tonight, he promised himself he would keep his composure. They usually never let him go out at night by himself because that’s when he would feel you the most. And tonight of all nights it was especially difficult for the twelve boys to be convinced to let him go, but they understood he might need some alone time when they saw the redness and dark circles under his eyes; so they let him. He scrolled through his phone looking at pictures of you, pictures that he couldn’t bring himself to delete even if he had told the boys he did because he had to erase every trace of you.

He couldn’t forget you. No matter how much he told others he did because in all honesty he wasn’t trying to forget you, he was trying to cling onto the memory of you. It was sad really, he had always been quiet and he often kept to himself but it never was to this extent, he was a lively person and his laugh was music to people’s ears. But it was all gone, any trace of the happy person he once was. When you left so did his happiness, his emotions, any ability he had to keep from being quiet. He stopped reading too, he hadn’t touched a single book in three months, he couldn’t bring himself to do so and escape to a made up world because that world wouldn’t be filled with you.

He continued walking, one hand in his long pea coat that kept his body somewhat warm and one hand on his phone. He walked through the busy streets of Myeongdong, your favorite place to go to in Seoul, as he readjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose so he could focus on where he was going. He smiled as he saw what he was looking for and where he was heading to, it was a favorite coffee shop of yours. He looks into the window of the cafe and the owner smiles at him, she felt bad for the heartbroken boy so she’d give him a free coffee here and there. He hadn’t really liked that place before but he learned to adore that place after you, he found himself heading in there quite often to fill his emptiness with anything that reminded him of you, you who was miles away. The bell on the door of the cafe rang as he entered, he sat at the same back table you always dragged him to sit at. He placed his phone down and took off his coat and glasses, before he could get up to order your regular order the owner placed two cups and a small red velvet cake at the end of the table.

He smiled up at the older women, that reminded him of his mother, “Thank you m'am, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing son, you’ve been coming here mostly every day for the past three months. It’s on the house.” She smiled warmly at the boy who seemed to be on the verge of falling apart any minute.

“Thank you.” He said bowing his head slightly. It was scary to see him like that, the once joy filled boy whose smile could light up the world(as you’d like to say), no longer smile because he lost his world.

Three months. It had been three months since he lost you and it was all his fault because he let you. Three months since he heard your voice or saw your soft complexion that made his heart skip a beat. He let you go and he was in a pit of despair, all fraile and weak. Heartbroken would be an understatement, he was nothing without you, he couldn’t live without you. He didn’t want this feeling, he thought he would’ve have felt less alone than he did when he was with you but he was wrong. You were always the one who feared how wrecked you’d end up when it ended, he promised it would never happen, it wasn’t true though because here he was three months after it all ended feeling completely destroyed and lost beyond compare.


You? You were fine he assumed, you didn’t say much when it was done you stayed quiet, nodded your head, collected your things and left. It was odd because you were so heartbroken you wanted to yell, you wanted to scream, you wanted to sob uncontrollably; but you couldn’t. You were always strong in your emotions when it came time to show them because you hardly did. You left god knows where; he texted, he called trying to tell you he took back what he told you that rainy night. But you didn’t pick up, you never saw any of his messages: you didn’t want to. You left them untouched as you tried to forget. Tried to forget how he broke your heart when he promised he would never.

You thought you wouldn’t return but here you were, back in Korea after three months at home, trying to heal and find yourself after being so lost. It wasn’t until tonight that you opened all those voicemails and texts from him and from the twelve boys, telling you to come back, that it was all a mistake. Even Mingyu who wasn’t that close to you because he was jealous over all the attention his best friend was giving you, found himself standing at your door a couple of days after it happened begging you and constantly ringing your phone so you would come back because Wonwoo was so screwed up, he had lost any sense of being.

Y/N I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…
I thought I was doing it for you, but god am I wrecked…
Im sorry. I can’t live without you…
Pick up the phone Y/N…
Why won’t you open the door? I’m ringing your doorbell…
Why are there stacks of newspapers on your front porch? Where did you go? Don’t leave me…
It’s been a month Y/N. I take that shit back, I’d rather us not see each other everyday but be together than be nothing at all…
Y/N please…
Two months today, I lost 7 kg, the boys are worried they want you to come back too, come back to me…
Y/N I’m heading to your favorite coffee shop again, the owner keeps asking about you. She named a drink after you, you know. She says your the brightest person she’s met. She’s not wrong…
Please Y/N I’m lost without you…
I don’t want this feeling. Where are you? Come back baby…
I’ll be waiting for you, whenever you decide, the back right corner like always…

You went through voicemail after voicemail, text after text. You heard over two months worth of calls and read over hundreds of texts. You were completely shattered, why did he have to do this? He was supposed to be fine, you were the wrecked one. But he wasn’t fine and neither were you. He hurt you and made your heart ache. He had told you it’d be best if you two ended it and went your separate ways in order to find yourselves, but you couldn’t. It was just worse you didn’t know what to do but miss him more and more, more than you missed him when you wouldn’t see each other for months on end because he’d be touring in japan or some other country. You couldn’t live without each other, so tonight after three months of pain and loneliness you found yourself in the same busy streets of Myeongdong. You were thinner and you had lost the glow you carried, a dullness surrounded your form. A thick jacket was draped over your frame and a mask covered your red nose in the cold.

You had walked towards your favorite coffee shop, the same coffee shop that you had walked past three times already, you were hesitant as to whether or not you should enter. You were afraid that’s he would be in there; you were scared that the boy you loved deeply, who barely showed emotions, was completely destroyed by you. But you were also scared he wasn’t and you’d find yourself quite disappointed and saddened because a big part of you wanted to believe that he wouldn’t forget about you and move on.

“He’ll be in there Y/N. Trust me, he left by himself tonight because when he’s with us he doesn’t go in there to keep up with the ‘I’m fine’ facade. But Seungcheol has seen him in there multiple times when he goes to buy chicken for all of us and he takes longer than usual.”


His best friends voice rang in the back of your head. You swept the strand of hair that was sticking to your forehead aside and mustered all the courage you could to go in. The bell on the door rang as you walked in and the familiar scent of coffee hit you suddenly. You looked around, taking in your surroundings, until your eyes wandered to the boy with the black cap that sat at your table. He was fiddling with the mug in his hands and you couldn’t help to notice a mug in front of him and your favorite pastry beside him. You decided to walk toward the boy as an indescribable amount of emotions and thoughts flooded your head.


When he noticed a figure walk closer to where he was sitting he finally decided to look up. He figured it was his mind playing games with him when he first saw you so he didn’t have much of a reaction. It wasn’t until he heard his name escape your lips did he believe you weren’t an allusion. He reached out to touch your arm, you were here after three months. He stood up, the chair he sat at scraping on the floor as he pushed himself off rapidly, and engulfed you in his arms.

“Y/N…” you heard his voice crack.
“I know…I know.” You replied.
He took you all in, your scent filled his nose and he was in a euphoric state. Tears slid down your cheek as you felt the warmness of his body, you were home.
“I’m sorry.  I regret it all since that day.”
“Wonwoo…” you began sobbing quietly as he rubbed circles on your back.      “I was so lost without you, I’ve missed you Wonwoo.”                                         “I never want to lose you again, Y/N. I can’t live without you.”

So you two stood there in each others arms after months of being lost, you were both finally found.


Authors Note: Something i wrote on the quicks, hope you enjoyed it. Btw make sure to send in your requests!

Look After You

Here’s something else I found. This one is when they are all adults. Awkward Christmas party

If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly

Maya tapped her fingers against her thigh, her burgundy sweater dress rippling with each tap. The thick fabric fell around her and would be scraping the floor if it wasn’t for her chunky brown boots. Her free hand continuously rubbed at her protruding belly—never tiring of the unexplainable feeling of being so close to her baby boy. 

She stared at herself in the reflection of the mirror as she sat down her volume boosting mascara as Riley stepped into the room.

“It feels longer than five years since I moved out of here.” 

Riley plopped onto her old bed, now fitted with more sophisticated fitted sheets—a dark purple color that matched nicely with her gray walls. Though they were grown adults, both married and one with a child on the way, they both still found comfort in the room. Maya told Riley she was pregnant in the bay window even. It felt like coming home and when they both struggled, Riley’s room is where they both went.

Riley looked around with a sigh.

“My grandparents are here.”

Maya held in an agitated sigh. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the older Matthews couple. She loved them—she did. They are the people who raised not only Cory, but also her own stepfather in a way. Shawn wouldn’t be the man he is today if it wasn’t for them, but ever since she got married four and a half years earlier, they always found a way to slip in their judgmental gazes her way.

Her husband wasn’t what they would have chosen for her. She got married too young effectively ruining her life. They once thought the same of Topanga and Cory—she isn’t sure why she was surprised by their frosty response the first time she showed up with a ring on her finger.

Because she broke their son’s heart and for that, they might always hate her a little bit for. 

It didn’t matter if it was over six years ago.
It didn’t matter that she was obviously happy.
All that mattered to them was she was married right out of high school and it wasn’t to their son.

“You know they love you.” Riley twisted her diamond around her finger with her thumb—a nervous twitch that she had picked ever since the ring settled around her left hand three years previously.

“I think they would love me more if I had the last name Matthews,” Maya kept a small hand on her belly as she slowly settled beside her best friend.

“Well, my presents have decreased since I switched.”

Maya rolled her eyes. “Speaking of, where is that insanely handsome husband of yours?”

“Off making me angry. You know I am thinking of divorcing him?”

Maya threw her head back at Riley’s expression, snorting at the ridiculous thought. “We both know he is your favorite person on this whole planet. Maybe in the universe.”

“He’s supposed to be here already.” Riley pouted, her arms crossed tight over her chest. 

“And he will be. My hubby isn’t here yet either. Mostly because he promised to pick yours up.”

“See! You should be mad at him too.”

“You and I both know the second he walks through that door, he’s going to give you that lovey-dovey smile and you’re going to give him that Riley grin you have been giving him since seventh grade—

“It has not been since seventh grade.”

Maya raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “I’m sorry, eighth?”

“Whatever. You make me sound like putty in his hands. I could stay mad at him if I wanted to.”

“You could, honey. You just don’t want to.” Maya pulled herself up, lending a hand to her overdramatic best friend.

“Now let’s go. Just keep me occupied until our husbands show up. You know I am emotional.”

They started down the stairs, Maya tensing at the laugh that came from none other than her ex-boyfriend.

She hadn’t seen him since she had gotten married and she was never thinking the way he would see her next is when she was six months pregnant. She was sure he knew that she was permanently off the market—that was why he didn’t come around as often.

She stepped down from the last step and once again, her left hand settled on her swollen belly. It had become her safety net that she never knew she needed. 

His eyes didn’t leave her belly, shock dawning his features.

The Christmas party continued to roll on, no one noticing the sick look on Josh’s face. Maya clawed into Riley’s arm making sure she didn’t skip away to greet the guests. 

It wasn’t like their break-up was awful. They didn’t even date that long. Something she thought she wanted for so long fizzled so quickly, she sometimes had a hard time remembering exactly how long they even dated. The long game quickly became the short game and waiting around for someday turned out to be a waste of time. 

Her heart didn’t shatter when they decided to split. If anything, she was greatly relieved. She no longer questioned if they would be together. She got her answer and was free to move on.

Josh stepped forward giving Riley a tight hug before awkwardly turning to Maya. “Hey, Maya.”

She gave a sweet grin, reminding herself that it he is allowed to be shocked, though she had an itch her throat to tell him to stop staring at her stomach.
“Uncle Josh, how have you been?”

“I must say, I felt a lot better five minutes ago.”

It shouldn’t annoy her. It really shouldn’t. If he was trying to guilt her for loving someone that isn’t him, she shouldn’t be angry. Sure, they only dated a few months, but there was always a promise before that of something amazing. She was nailing the coffin shut by being married, but it wasn’t like this was a new development. He had not spoken to her since she was in high school. 

“I thought that whole marriage thing was a joke.”

Maya felt anger. She wasn’t sure if it came from being pregnant or maybe the fact she was tired of that comment. Because Maya Hunter settling down at the ripe old age of nineteen just didn’t make sense. She got asked if she was pregnant more times than she could count the first year of her marriage. 

Love wasn’t the first go to in a young marriage.

There had to an underlying reason.
But there wasn’t one. 

“It is as real as his child in me.” 

She felt her blood start to rise in temperature and she started to think of all the different ways to tell him off. She might be a married woman with a baby on the way but she was still Katy Hunter’s daughter and she wasn’t in the mood for someone like Josh Matthews.

She was used to his parents. Their thinly veiled insults towards her husband. What his profession was, any trouble he might have seen in his younger years. He coughed in a way they thought wasn’t polite and she would hear about it.

Her mouth opened—ready to take fire with more riling comments when she heard a calming voice.

“Hey.”

Maya glanced over her ex’s shoulder who was still waiting for her response—probably didn’t even realize the rudeness of it.

“Dad.” She hadn’t seen Shawn in a few weeks because of a job he had down in one of the Carolinas—she couldn’t remember which one—and she wasn’t expecting to see him for another week. 

Josh was left unattended, Maya no longer caring, to reach out to her father. He felt safe and warm when his arms wrapped around her, her belly kicking at being enveloped. She was sure the baby boy knew his grandfather was in close proximity or maybe even now he knew that Shawn Hunter was one of Maya’s favorite people and he had been keeping her calm ever since even before he married her mom.

“How’s my favorite grandson doing?” Shawn kissed the top of her head, knowing she was trying her hardest to keep her temper in check.

“Much better once his dad gets here.”

Maya released Shawn from her grasps, he keeping an arm around her shoulder as they turned back to Josh and Riley. 

Shawn began a discussion with Josh about the joys of photography and Maya felt her previous anger began to slip away. Josh seemed to have forgotten about her diamond captured finger and her swollen belly and for that Maya was relieved.

Maya slipped away suddenly craving her mom’s sugar cookies that she knew she had brought with her to the party. Riley followed over to snack table instantly.

“I knew he was going to say something not needed.”

“It’s alright, Riles. I am used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be. So we are young and fresh out of college. Why does that mean we should feel bad for starting families?”

Maya raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “We?”

Riley became flustered. Her face becoming the slightest shade of pink. “You know what I mean.”

“Oh, I do?”

Riley turned to respond, but her eye caught someone at the door. “Smackle!”
Smackle hung her jacket up before rushing over to greet her two best friends.

They had not been able to see each other in the few weeks leading up to Christmas with all of their jobs and lives being so hectic. Smackle herself was in graduate school and took almost all of her time.

“Let me see the ring!” Riley squealed snatching up Smackle’s left hand and the modest rose gold ring sparkled.  The rose quarts diamond was oval in shape and fit on Smackle’s thin finger like it was cut specifically for her.

Her engagement was no surprise to the friends and they had even begun to take bets on to when the question would be popped to their quirky friend.

“Where is—” Maya’s words died in her throat the site of her husband walking through the door. 

Riley sighed next to her and Maya couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

“You’re right. I’m putty.”

Riley’s smile lit up the whole room as Lucas and Farkle made their way over to the trio, Zay not far behind.

“Hey, Huckleberry.”

Lucas grinned at Maya as though his mouth didn’t even know he was doing it.

“Hey,” Riley’s voice came out breathy and almost in awe when Farkle stepped in front of her, he now towering over her unlike back when they were kids.

“You still mad at me?” Farkle asked giving a quick kiss to the top of her forehead.  

“No, but only because you delivered my best friend her husband.”

Farkle shook his head wrapping his arms around her waist as they turned to the rest of the group.

Maya felt all of her panic and worry fall away at the seams once Lucas came to stand beside her, slightly behind her so her back was against the righter part of his chest. His left hand played with hers, their rings clinking together.

“How does it feel to have a fiancé, Zay?” Lucas grinned at his oldest friend.

“I figured you two are married and your wives are happy, so how hard can it be?”

Maya rolled her eyes at him, and she, Riley, and Smackle shared a look. Smackle had filled them in on how their friend had proposed. He had dug through her memory box (after asking Maya and Riley for the okay, of course), and found the etiquette book that he had given to her so long ago when she was still dating Farkle and the triangle was still fresh and wrong. Zay was the only one outside of the drama and in a way, it made him understand the group and without knowing it then, understand his future wife in a way the others didn’t comprehend. 

He rewrote in the margins all the way he still loved her and found her beautiful, but this time in ways she would make an amazing wife and mother. On the last page, he taped the ring beside the etiquette of how to accept a proposal (not marriage of course) and in the margin, wrote: Just say yes. 

Maya cried for a good thirty minutes after Smackle told her and that was how Lucas found her when he came home from a long day of at the animal hospital—she was sitting in front of a canvas with paint smeared across her cheek and tears falling from her eyes.

Even now she was wiping at her made up eyes to make sure she didn’t make a scene in the middle of the party. 

The rest of the group began to discuss wedding plans which Maya and Lucas had no way of giving input for her. Neither had wanted a wedding and wanted to be married before they moved for school, so they ended up married in a restaurant where they had their first date.  Another reason for the Matthews to not agree with their marriage because of how abnormal they went about it.

They never cared the looks they got from people when they told them about their wedding day because honestly, neither cared. They were both happy and never felt slighted from their decisions. 

“I missed you today.” She mumbled turning around to look up at him.

“I have been right here.”  

Maya rolled her eyes not understanding why she would have expected another response. He always gave the same response when she told him she missed him.

“Josh is here.”

“I saw.” He muttered, never liking Riley’s uncle. Of course, when he was younger he tried to find reasons for why he didn’t like her, but soon he came to terms it was because of how Maya smiled at him and forgot anyone else in the room even existed. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, Huckleberry.”

He laughed at her command and grabbed the finger pointing at him pulling it up to his lips to kiss it. 

“I am not fifteen anymore, Maya. Besides, you’re my wife. Why would I be bothered by an ex-boyfriend?”

“Good answer.” She sighed standing on her tip toes to give him a peck, his left hand instantly going to rest on the right side of her belly—stroking it lovingly.

Throughout the rest of the night, Maya caught Josh multiple times staring at her and Lucas. She felt herself shrink into her husband under the other man’s glare and Lucas’ hand was tighten on her waist when Josh found reasons to come by into the kitchen. It wasn’t that Josh was this terrible guy that she needed protecting from—it was just that Lucas and Josh hated each other.

By the end of the night, after everyone else had left, Maya was curled up in one of the big comfy chairs in the living room with Lucas’ arms tight around her. He was discussing baseball with Zay and his voice alone lulled her to sleep.

When she came, she heard soft voices and decided to pretend she was asleep for a little bit longer. 

“I don’t think I ever said congratulations.”

Josh’s voice put Maya on edge and she was nervous about how the conversation was going to go.

“Thanks. It was pretty quick so not many people knew. My dad wasn’t even there for it. He was on a business trip.” Lucas laughed as he continued to stroke Maya’s arm.

“I was angry with you for a long time, but I get it was always going to be you two. I just needed to get out of the way.”

“Well, I won’t disagree with you.” 

Maya mentally rolled her eyes at her husband.  

“You treat her well Lucas. I’m sorry my parents refuse to see that.”

“I could treat her better. I know she deserves a lot more than what I have given her. She has given a lot up for me and I just want to be able to repay the favor.”

Maya doesn’t hear Josh respond, but the silence wasn’t awkward she assumed her nodded or something nonverbal. 

“Well, I better get going. Tell her I am sorry for earlier.” 

Maya could fell Lucas shift her around to give Josh a handshake and before she knew it, it was just them two again. She then allowed herself to pretend to wake up. “You heard all of that didn’t you?”

Maya knew she was caught but feigned innocence, “Ranger Rick, I was asleep.”

“I know you Shortstack. Your body tensed the second you woke up.”

She pouted at him, “Well maybe you shouldn’t know me so well.”

“Yeah, I will get right on that.”

She tried to fight a smile, but it was useless when it came to him. “I love you. You know that right?”

“I love you too.” 

“Don’t ever feel like you have to repay me for following you to Texas. I did it gladly.”

He nodded at her and she couldn’t resist leaning up to push her lips against his. “I love you forever.”

“Tuesday.”

She growled at his response and he let out a bark of laughter. It was common response when she told him she would love him forever and she wasn’t positive if it was because they got married on a Tuesday, hence when they made the vow to love each other forever or if it was because he was giving her a heads up that he was leaving her on a Tuesday.

“You are so mean to me.”

“Oh, I know.” 

She giggled pulling herself up before holding a hand out to him, “Come on Mr. Friar. Time to go home.”

“Anything for you, Mrs. Friar.”    

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3

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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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Learning to Read

Pairing: Tywin x (daughter) Reader, Tyrion x (sister) reader

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Warnings: None…but it’s my first and it’s a little long… Eh, Tywin may be a little OOC.  

Summary: You are the youngest Lannister daughter and are struggling with your reading, so you get help from your brother, Tyrion.  Reader is six years old.  Mostly fluff.

Word Count: 3,582

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Tywin

Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and previous Hand of the King sat in his study, pouring over documents and filling in signatures.  He hadn’t gotten any sleep the past few days, mainly because the fools of the Eyrie didn’t know how to strike a proper bargain.  Lord Tywin had never liked the Lady Arryn but while her husband, the true Lord of the Eyrie was away, he was forced to make political agreements and meet her terms.

There was a knock on the door, and he looked up, frowning.  Everyone knew not to disturb him when he worked on his documents.  It was either something important or a rather stupid servant.  He called for them to open the door.

The servant that stood before him was young and broad-chested.  He’d probably make a good soldier in a few years, but Tywin never took the time to learn his servants’ names.  This boy was no different.  He swallowed, and Tywin raised an eyebrow.

“My lord,” the servant began.  Then he stopped talking.

“Yes?” Tywin said, looking straight at him.  “You came into my study during a critical time, clearly you have something to tell me.”

Tywin could see the boy swallow away the lump in his throat.  His fingers drummed the desk, and he glanced at the tower of documents at the table.  

“My lord, it’s about your daughter,” the boy said, and Tywin’s attention was automatically caught. The boy couldn’t tell this though, for Tywin kept his same stoic expression.  “The Septas have been looking for her, but she seems to have disappeared.  They say she’s not doing well in her lessons and that she’s struggling with her reading.”

Tywin’s face hardened, remembering a similar experience with his eldest son, Jaime.  

“Very well, you are dismissed,” Lord Tywin said to the boy.

He nodded and fled the room. Tywin looked over at the documents. Y/N, his daughter, would have to wait until he finished the bulk of these.  He had a pretty good idea where she was hiding.  The girl had never been too good at keeping secrets.

As Tywin worked, he mused on his daughter.  He thought that his late wife was finished giving birth when she gave birth to Tyrion, but Y/N had come more than a decade later, a pleasant surprise for all of them. Tywin hadn’t expected to be a father again, and he worried for his wife, that her body couldn’t handle it, but she had given birth to a healthy daughter.  His wife had named her Y/N, though Tywin had wanted to name her after an ancestor.  Lady Joanna had insisted on Y/N though, so they went with that.

Tywin finished up his paperwork and left his office, ignoring the bowing servants and “milord”s as he walked through the stronghold.  He left the castle and went through the gardens.  Since he had told Y/N that her mother had loved the gardens, they had become her favorite place.  Sure enough, he saw her seated on a bench below one of the larger trees.

He cleared his throat loudly, and she turned to look at him with those striking emerald eyes –Joanna’s eyes.  His daughter was only six and as gentle as a hummingbird.  Her long golden hair splashed down her back.  Of all his children, she looked the most like her mother.

It was as if the child realized the danger she was in with her father’s arrival.  She jumped to her feet, smoothed her dress and curtsied before him.

“Good afternoon, father,” she said with all the bearing of a lady at court.  She knew her courtesies well.

“Why aren’t you in your lesson, Y/N?” he asked, cutting to the point.  It was true he was probably softer with her than his other children, but that was only because she hadn’t caused him nearly as much grief.  When a child misbehaved though, it was a father’s duty to correct that child.

“I don’t like the septa,” Y/N said.  “She’s boring.”

“I don’t care if you like the septa.  You’re learning to read.  Children outside these walls don’t get that opportunity.  Someday you will thank me for everything I’ve done for you,” he said. “Let go of your pride and do your lesson.  The house that puts the family’s name before its own selfish whims –“

“Will be the house that history remembers,” she finished for him.  She glared up at him.  “I just don’t like reading.  I’m not good at it, and I can’t do it.  No matter how hard I try, I don’t understand the letters.”

“You are not working hard enough,” he said.

“I spent two hours looking at the same page, and when the septa asked me to read aloud, I couldn’t do it,” she argued.  The girl definitely had spunk.  A Lannister needed that to get along in the world, but she needed to learn there were better times than others for it.  “All I do is stare at the page.  I know the letters.  I see the septa write them, and I can go through the alphabet.  The septa says my penmanship is wonderful, but when I have to read a word, the letters move around on the page and I can’t make any sense of them!”  

Tywin nodded, and she was quiet.  He had dealt with this before.

“Your brother Jaime was the same way,” he said.  “The maesters told me that he also mixed up the letters on the page.  Yes…I wondered if this would happen again.”

“And how did Jaime learn to read?” Y/N asked.  

A determined look flashed across Tywin’s face.

“I sat him down with the maester four hours each day,” he said.  “Which is exactly what I’ll do with you.”

“Father!” Y/N cried.

“Silence!” He cut her off. “Remember your courtesies, young lady. You will thank me for this.  A Lannister needs to know how to read! Jaime was angry with me too, but now he can read!”

“But four hours!” The girl looked close to tears, and for a rare moment, Tywin did feel something tear at his heart, but he was determined.

“A lady doesn’t say ‘but’,” he said.  It was something that Joanna used to say to Cersei when she argued with her.  “Go back to your lesson now.  I shall speak with your septa about the changes in your scholarly pursuits.”

Y/N’s pink lips quivered for a moment, and then she curtsied before her father and ran off.  Tywin watched her go, slightly amused, but slightly angry at her behavior.  Cersei had been much more rebellious, so he at least should have been grateful that he didn’t have to deal with that.  He didn’t particularly like upsetting his daughter, though.  She was the last thing of Joanna he had, and he was determined to give her the best life he could.

Being a father as well as a lord could be difficult at times.

Reader

At the end of your lesson, you were fuming at the septa.  Your head pounded and your eyes were sore from constantly staring at the page. You offered a short and stiff curtsy and then left as soon as the lesson ended.  You never wanted to see your septa ever again.  In fact, you would run away from the Rock and make your father miss you so much that he would find you.  That would really show him.

You loved your father like none other, but he could be stiff at times.  He was the proud lord lion of Casterly Rock, you reminded yourself.  He was held to different standards than the small folk.  Jaime supposedly had the same problem with words that you had, but Jaime got to run around and play with a sword, and then he got to be a knight.  Why did it matter if you could or couldn’t read?  Your father would wed you to a handsome lord when you were older, and you’d raise the babies while your lord husband signed important papers.

In your room, you tried to forget all about your lesson by combing through one of your dolls’ hair. The door opened and your father entered; the brush you used on the doll stopped halfway through its silk hair.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“The septa told me that you needed to study outside of your lessons,” he said firmly.  “Where are your books?”

“I just got out of my lesson!  I need a break!” You cried.

“Your mind is sharpest right after a lesson,” he said.  “Do you want to learn to read or not?”

“I don’t want to learn!” You snapped.

You had crossed a line, and you knew it.  Your father’s eyes narrowed dangerously.  

“You will read those books, Y/N, and I won’t ask you again,” he said in a low voice.

You shrunk back, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape your eyes.  You hated disappointing your father; he was your hero, but he just didn’t understand how hard it was for you to read!  You watched as he left the room.  You didn’t move for a moment, and when he was gone, you threw your doll against the wall.

You picked up the book and tried to read it, determined to show your father, but the more you looked at it, the worse your headache got and you found you just couldn’t do it.

You woke up with your face on the book.  You panicked slightly, aware that that was not proper for a lady.  By the sky outside your window, you knew it wasn’t time for supper yet.  You sighed with relief.  Then you picked up the book.  You didn’t want to visit the septa, but maybe if you just studied for many hours at once, she could get it all done and over with.  Hugging the book, you stomped past your broken doll and out the room.

Every step taken was tortuous.  You really, really did not want to see the septa.  What did that old lady know anyways?  Why couldn’t your father give you a fun teacher?  Maesters were always more fun than septas.

“Sister,” a deep voice suddenly rang in your ears.  “Does father know that you are wandering the Rock by yourself?”

Your heart stopped.  You turned and saw your older brother, Tyrion, standing there.  Even though he grinned at you, you felt a shiver pass up your spine.  She had always been more than a little frightened of him.

Tyrion wasn’t like Jaime or Cersei.  He was only slightly taller than you, but whereas you were six, he was a man.  His hair was as blonde as yours and his eyes as green, but his forehead was too big, and his arms and legs were too short. He wasn’t handsome in the least, and Cersei had told you that Tyrion had killed your mother.  Jaime had insisted it wasn’t true, but Cersei said that Tyrion had forced mother to care for him when he had a contagious illness, and she had died for it.  You hadn’t even been a year old, and because of that you didn’t have a mother.

“He’s a monster, Y/N, and monsters don’t show remorse,” Cersei had said to you.

You stared at your brother, fingers clutching the book.  You wanted to run, but you knew you needed to be brave.  He wasn’t really a monster.  He was frightening, but he was still your big brother.  Jaime got along with Tyrion after all.

“I’m going to the septa,” you said shortly.  “I’m learning to read.”

“Are you mixing up the letters on the page?” Tyrion asked in a dry tone.

“Um…” How did he know that was your problem?  “Yes…”

“Just like Jaime, or so I hear,” he said.  “Don’t go to the septa.  She’ll bore you to tears with her lessons.  It looks like she already has.”

“I have to learn to read so father will be happy,” you snapped, embarrassed.  

“Yes, we must keep father happy,” Tyrion said.

“I need to go,” you said.

When you turned away, Tyrion suddenly touched your arm.  You froze, remembering what Cersei had told you.  Tyrion looked kind of funny, but could he really be a monster?  What if you died because he touched you?  Maybe that’s why your mother had died!

“B-brother,” you stammered, voice squeaking.

“I’ll teach you to read,” he said.  “I’ve read a lot, and I’ve even stumbled on some of the histories of Casterly Rock that recorded other children with the same problems you were having.”

“Father wants me to study with the septa,” you replied weakly.

“Father wants you to learn how to read,” he said.  “Do you want to please father?”

You nodded meekly, and he smiled.

“Then follow me,” he said.

Your heart sank, and you imagined for a moment a maiden following a dragon into its lair.  Tyrion was no dragon; he was too small, but you couldn’t help but be scared regardless.  You frowned. Lannisters didn’t get scared.  You would learn how to read no matter what.

On the way to Tyrion’s chambers, he actually talked to you.

“Father rarely lets you see me,” he said.  “I remember when you were born.  I’ve never seen father smile like that before.  I suppose after me, you were everything he could have asked for.  You were a beautiful babe, and it looks to me like you’ve grown to be a beautiful girl.  You have mother’s features.”

How could he talk so easily of mother?  Didn’t he feel guilty?

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Father keeps me in lessons most the time.”

“And apart from the reading, how are those going?  Do you understand the laws of the land and the science?  I hated learning about the agriculture personally,” he said.

Before you could think, you said:  “I do too. I hate that part.”  You suddenly shut your mouth.  Had you just agreed with your brother?

“Ah, here we go,” Tyrion said.  “My room. We shouldn’t be in here too long, but I’ll teach you more than the septas will.”

“With magic?” You asked.

Tyrion snorted.

“What do you think I am? An imp with magical powers!  Is that what Cersei told you?” he asked. Cersei had never said that, but you couldn’t help but imagine it.  “No, if I knew magic, I’d make myself as tall as Jaime.  No, we’re going to learn the old fashioned way.”

“I won’t learn to read by supper?” You asked faintly.

“I’m afraid not,” he said. “You’ll have to come back each day, but I promise you I will make it much more painless than the septa’s ramblings.  You’ll be reading in no time.”

And then he pulled out a seat for you at his desk and took the book from you.  He laid it on the table, and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

“Let’s begin,” he said, and you sat down, feeling your hands and feet shake.

XXXXX

You had been visiting Tyrion in secret for a week.  You were never told to stay away from your brother, but father also made a point of keeping you as far away from him as possible.  With Tyrion as your teacher, you were able to see improvements you never thought possible.  Even the septa praised you when you actually read two sentences aloud and only had to pause a few times.  Tyrion didn’t use magic, but he may as well have.

What really confused you though was that you were actually starting to like your brother.  What would Cersei say?  Perhaps Jaime would be happy for you.  Tyrion was kind to you and very patient when you made mistakes.  He was constantly egging you on, but in a way that showed he really cared.

“You know this word,” he said as you hovered over the same word for over a minute.  “You can do it…”

“D…R…G… No, that’s not right.”  The letters were moving again.  “D…R…A….Dragon!”

Tyrion applauded you, and you blushed.  You then read the sentence aloud:

“Aegon I Targaryen rode on the dragon Balerion in the War of Conquest!” Your voice went up a notch at the end, and again Tyrion applauded you.

“Wonderful!” He said. “Wonderful!  Can you read the next sentence?”

“Aegon’s sister-wife…V…Vis…Visenya mounted Vhagar as her steed.”  You glanced up at Tyrion, praying you’d gotten the sentence right, and by his smile, you knew you had.  “I did it!  I’m learning to read, Tyrion!  You’re the best!”

You kept improving, and you actually sought out books to try and read.  Most of them you couldn’t, but you could understand a lot more than you could before.  Four days later, you were in yet another lesson with Tyrion.  He no longer frightened you, and Cersei’s words seem to fade.

You had finally reached the part in your heavy book that spoke of House Lannister.

“Lord Tytos Lannister was the eldest of four.  He was named heir in 236 AC of Casterly Rock…” your eyes skimmed the page.  Then you gasped.  “Jason Lannister!”

“Hmm?” Tyrion asked.

“Jason Lannister was Tytos’s younger brother.  Tytos was our grandfather!  Jason was our other grandfather!  He was mother’s father!” You cried.  “Mother and father were cousins?”

“I thought you knew that,” Tyrion said.  “Besides, cousins are one thing, but the Targaryens married their brothers and sisters for centuries.”

“It’s like how Cersei wants to marry Jaime,” you said.

“Y-Y/N …” Tyrion winced. “I don’t know how you know that, but you mustn’t say a word to father.”

You stared at the page and your finger found Lady Joanna’s name.

“What was mother like?” You whispered.

Tyrion froze and didn’t answer immediately.  Then he swallowed, and he smiled in a way that made him as handsome as Jaime.  

“She was beautiful,” Tyrion said.  “She was my best friend, my champion.  She was always encouraging me to be better, and when I cried, she held me.”  He looked out the window, and you watched him intently.  “When I learned that dragons had gone extinct, I was a mess.  I cried myself to sleep…but when I woke up, mother was holding me in her arms and telling me everything would be alright.  She had a beautiful voice too…”

“Cersei said mother died while taking care of you,” you whispered.

Tyrion looked down at his hands.

“That’s true,” he breathed. “I was probably old enough to not need my mommy, but I begged the maesters to let me see her, and she came right away and cared for me.  She stayed by my side all night…and then…it was all so sudden…she was gone.”

Tyrion was a man, but his lip trembled like a child’s.  He didn’t blink, like he was determined not to let the tears come.  He was always so carefree, sarcastic, and witty.  You had never seen this side of him before.

You reached under the table and held his stubby hand.

“Thank you for telling me about mother,” you whispered.  

XXXXX

You found yourself outside your father’s study.  He would be finished with his paperwork in any moment.  You waited there, going over again and again Tyrion’s cheers in your mind. The door opened, and Tywin stared down at you.  You drew yourself up as tall as could be, but he still towered over you.

“Do you need something, Y/N?” he asked.

You nodded, but didn’t answer.  Without a word, you strode right inside his study.  You heard you father sigh behind you and follow.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked you.  “Have you finished your studies today?”  You reached up and took the first bit of parchment off the stack.  “Careful, Y/N, those are important documents.  They can’t be lost –“

“Lord Randyll Tarly…Lord of House Tarly…To whom it may concern…We are in the process of building a bridge to help ensure our grains come quicker to the capital.”  You looked up from the sentence and hid your smile. Then you continued, and you read the entire letter out loud to your father.

When you finished, Tywin actually laughed, and you felt your cheeks go red.  You loved it when you pleased her father.  You had seen his smile more times than you could count, but you rarely heard a laugh.

“You see, Y/N?  You are a Lannister!  You always had it in you!” He said.  “You’ve got quite the attitude, but I’m proud of you.  Keep up the good work.”  He touched your face but didn’t embrace you.  He was still a lord after all.  “Come now, supper is waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, and they headed to the dining hall together.

After supper, you returned to Tyrion.  You still had much farther to go, and the letters still got jumbled, but you were determined to work hard.  You recounted the story to Tyrion, and he laughed first and then congratulated you.  Then he hugged you.

Once again you found yourself pouring over the book.  You finished reading the paragraph aloud and looked up at Tyrion.  He was absent-mindedly playing with an ink bottle.

“Um…I have a question,” you said.

“Ask away,” Tyrion urged you.

“Well, it’s just about something that Cersei said.  She said that you spent most your time in brothels and that you had…what were the words she used?  …An appetite for whores,” you began.  “Tyrion, what’s a brothel?  And what’s a whore?”

The ink bottle suddenly slipped from his fat fingers and shattered all over the floor.

Fallout 4 Companions As Parents

- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes

- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart

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Down in the Library Basement

Running a library is not an easy thing to do.

You’d be surprised at the number of people who think that all librarians do is sit around and read the whole day. They have no concept of all the duties that come with being a librarian. In just one day, my mother will teach a class for senior citizens on how to use the computer, help four different families find the graves of their loved ones, register a thousand new books into the system, reorder all the books that have been returned, hold a story-time session for the children… the list goes on and on.

The point of me telling you this is for you to understand that it takes a person with a degree and years of experience to run a library… and I am not that person.

My mom has run our small town’s library for over twenty years.  She’s damn good at what she does, and that’s the only reason that town still has a library. Unfortunately, this meant that it was difficult to replace her, even for a short amount of time, when she fell down the basement stairs and broke her leg.

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Victuuri Week: Day Five

Pure Happiness

Pairings: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,388

Summary: When Yuuri and Victor finally get the chance to adopt a child, there’s only one Yuuri takes an interest in. Through the years, their loves for one another grows and eventually their little family grows bigger.

*Yuuri Prompt: Family

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What I Hate Love You was all about

While reading all the posts concerning I Hate Love You I noticed that a lot of people said something like this – “I haven’t even read the fic, but what you are saying is horrible…” And, honestly, if I had read only those posts but not the actual fic itself and wouldn’t know how it ends I might be feeling the same way. That’s why I want to explain what was I Hate Love You is all about.  

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I Swear on my Honor (ft. Jeongguk)

Genre: Angst, smut for later chapters [m]

→ Jeongguk/Reader ft. Yoongi (connects to When War Runs Deep) | Marry me [M] | Freedom doesn’t exist 

→ 3190  words

Summary: arranged marriage au with Jeongguk, the lieutenant your parents have arranged for you to marry. He was nothing but perfect, but you no longer longed for perfection anymore. 

→ part of When War Runs Deep series, but can be read alone (prologue and pt 2 to WWRD highly recommended!)


But somewhere in your heart, you longed for freedom, to escape this stiff-backed, constant air of politeness and grace. Just once, you wished silently, you wanted to experience the world without a worry and make your own choice.  Although his excellent competence, you didn’t know Jeon Jeongguk. You’d never felt the rush of your heartbeat or the quickening of your breath at his presence, neither the heat or fiery urges fueled by love. Just this once, you wanted to make your own decision this time instead of your parents; to choose a man who loved you as much as you loved him, to choose a partner only in the terms of the passion you felt for him and his soul. But, your reality was less kind. 

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon: one time on Will's birthday, all of the campers he's helped out in the past, whether it be in the infirmary or with LGBT stuff, all teamed up with Nico, hoping to make this the best birthday ever for the guy who helped them so much.

okay so this is my favorite thing in the entire world.

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will is a total hermit, rarely ever comes out of the infirmary and doesnt hang out NEARLY as much as he used to, so when cecil and lou ellen start pulling him in any sort of direction outside he immediately assumes someone is injured. he kind of resigns himself to stitching someones ears back on, figures the day could be much worse, at least things are interesting at camp, but then cecil pulls him into a seemingly secluded place near the strawberry fields and will is like ? okay wheres the yellin and bleedin

but SURPRISE LOSER, its actually a huge party. people jump out, yelling surprise, throwing golden glitter and pink and white and blue and yellow streamers everywhere, a few people have noisemakers. will is surprised - this looks like just about everyone he knows, which is weird because most campers should be gone for school right now - didnt august start up a while ago? will blinks rapidly as he realized that the Mist is fading around them, bending his perception of reality, no longer hiding these big ol’ wrapped gifts and silly banners and a table with cake. he can barely focus on any of it, it all shows up so quickly. suddenly hazel is there, smiling at him the way she does, and she runs to hug him, says her hello. nico is right behind her, hugs him too for a little bit longer. that, to will, seems the most surprising thing of all; pda? from nico? with this many people? if it werent such a big party, will wouldve assumed someone had died. nico pulls away and will sees that chiron is there (because will is like his son, having been at camp for so long and having been taught healing by chiron himself, of course horse dad wont miss this) and pats will on the shoulder, giving his congratulations.

and wills just like “congratulations for what?” and everybody kinda freezes and looks at each other

“will,” nico laughs. “its august 13th. you know…. your birthday”

and wills eyes go so wide they might just pop right out of his head. “wait…. its my birthday?”

and then everyone is laughing and everyone enjoys pointing out the silly banners they made; “billy the bday boy” (“rude!” says will, causing more laughter) and “one year closer to death” and, of course, “celebration in progress, no terfs allowed”. they all make will grin and laugh. kayla and austin are sure to get will the first slice of cake, because thats the best part of having a birthday, and then they serenade him with a terrifying mash up of never gonna give you up and careless whisper. it is arguably the best song will has ever heard.

other birthday gifts include: a fanny pack, entirely white with a red ‘plus’/cross, its purpose not unlike leo’s toolbelt as it has the capability to give just about any general medical supply he’d ever need (the first thing he pulls out is a small card that says simply “Love, Dad”), as well as at least 4 new binders (one with weed leaf print that makes him laugh for like 10 minutes) and a comfortable sports bra that starts a chanting of “LET THE BOY BREATHE! LET THE BOY BREATHE!” that has him absolutely snorting with laughter, then some sweet collectable star trek trading cards as well as a special autograph of long-dead actor deforest kelley aka ‘bones’, wills favorite character (a gift from nico, cecil, and lou ellen - the thing that made him happiest was knowing they got on well enough to collaborate). there were other things, odds and ends, some stim toys that will was excited for, a collection of trek and xmen comic books, some magic the gathering and mythomagic cards. the promise, from chiron, that they would start working on his 'light bending’ as will had called it now that he was old enough. hes so intensely grateful and excited and he thanks everyone a million times, lets people play around with his new cards and stims and, though hes wearing it, the fanny pack.

that is, until nico gestures to speak to him alone for a while. everyone goes back to cake, some poking at austin and kayla to give an encore. while his siblings play The Best Of Memes, vol. 420, nico leads will away and takes both his hands in his own.

nico is very quiet at first, very reserved, but he carefully explains the importance of his skull ring, then even more carefully, the importance of will to him in his heart. “and, because of this,” he whispers. “because of my caring for you, and your importance in my life, i want you to wear it from now on. this ring started my descent into a kind of darkness i thought i was meant to be in, i was meant to become. and you sparked the light that ended that part of my life. im happier now. because of you, and because of that struggling, i am happier now. i want you to wear the ring.” and will does. he wears it on his left hand, his middle finger, and he knows he’ll probably have to take it off aaaaall the time in the infirmary but right now that doesnt matter, because the ring is one finger away from a promise. it was odd to have such a romantic moment happening while boney m’s rasputin played in the background, but it was oddly suited to the moment and to their relationship.

all in all, it is easily wills best birthday ever.

- mod will

Soul

philip hamilton x reader
(soulmate modern au)

in which the first words that your soulmate says to you become tattooed to your wrist when you turn 18; and when they are spoken, the said words disappear.

words: 2294

warnings: mentions of sadness/somewhat of angst?

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February 14th (Lin x Reader) Platonic

WC: 1092

A/N: Unpopular opinion, I actually don’t like Valentine’s Day. Wrote this out of frustration, kinda made me feel better. Enjoy!

You took a snapchat of your mug in your lap, adding the timestamp (12:43AM) and the caption ‘anxie-tea’. You smirked at your pun before sending it off to the one person you knew would be awake at this time. Immediately Lin’s face lit up your phone as your ringtone for him went off (Usnavi’s introductory rap from ‘Heights’).

“Hey,” your voice came out barely a whisper.

“What’s wrong?” Lin wasted no time.

“I have a date tomorrow… well, today I guess,” you said.

“That’s adorable,” he stated, “why’s it got you anxious?”

“I dunno, I just have a bad feeling about it. I keep thinking about all the horrible possibilities,” you were honest with your best friend. Your longstanding friendship had taught you it was useless to lie to him.

“Understandable. Who’s the guy? Or girl? You know I love you (y/n), I won’t judge, no matter which way you swing,” he quickly tacked on.

“It’s this guy I met at work. He came in with one of the school groups. Single dad, business man, seemed pretty smart. Stable too,” you mused.

“Stable is good for you,” Lin told you sincerely. You cracked a smile.

“What are you saying, Miranda? You think I’m not stable?” Lin immediately started backtracking.

“No no no! I’m just saying stable isn’t something that comes easy to you. You’ve been fighting battles as long as I’ve known you. Dating someone stable might just make it… easier.”

You mulled over his words for a moment.

“I guess you’re right,” you said.

“I know. Now, finish your tea and go to sleep. Close your eyes and count to 100 in Spanish,” he instructed. You sighed your agreement.

“Night Lin.”

“Night (y/n).”


In the time leading up to your date, you found yourself spending longer in front of the mirror than normal. You were wearing some nice pants, a pink and red sweater you only wore on Valentine’s day, and a good pair of boots. Your hair was done without a strand out of place.

You walked to the restaurant and got a table for two, sipping a glass of wine as you waited for your date to show up. You lost yourself people-watching, seeing all the couples around you and the various interactions occurring.

“Ma’am, are you sure you’re waiting for someone?” Your observations were interrupted by the waiter. You looked at your watch, noticing that you had been sitting alone for over an hour.

“I guess I’m not,” you said, throwing some cash on the table (that was quite a bit more than the price of the one glass of wine you had drank) before gathering your things and walking back out onto the city street, fighting back tears. Your phone was immediately at your ear.

“He stood me up,” you didn’t even let Lin finish his greeting.

“He what?”

“He left me waiting at the restaurant for over an hour without showing.”

You couldn’t decide if you felt anger, frustration, humiliation, or sadness.

“I’m sure he had a good reason. You said he has a kid, right? Sometimes things come up. It was a dick move to not even text you that he wasn’t coming though,” Lin said. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself.

“Lin, this is why I hate Valentine’s day,” you reminded him.

You and Valentine’s Day had not had a very good history. You were single for most of the ones that had occurred in your lifetime. Out of the few that you had been in a relationship for, one you were broken up with during your date, one was with a guy who ended up being abusive, one gave you extravagant gifts and made you feel guilty that the gift you gave him was hand-made. You had given up trying to make Valentine’s day a good day after the third year in a row Lin had invited you to go to dinner with him and Vanessa.

“I’m not third-wheeling.”

“Come on. We both know you’re just going to sit at home and eat ice cream. You’ve gone out with V and I before! She likes you!”

“I’ve gone out with you guys to the store, to the theater, to the park, to our favorite pizza place, but not on an actual romantic Love Day dinner date. I’ll leave the mushy gushiness outside, thanks.”

“V told me she doesn’t mind.”

“That’s not going to change my mind, Lin. I’ll be happy at home. Besides, you’ll be making sex eyes at her the whole time, which is gross in my opinion. I don’t mind being home. Go have a nice dinner with your wife and get laid after.”

Lin had ended up having sex with Vanessa that night, as you had predicted, and nine months later were blessed with a cute baby, which made your next Valentine’s Day much easier to plan for.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on any plans.”

“When have I ever had good Valentine’s day plans? Of course I’ll babysit for you. Sebastian will be a better date than I’ve ever had anyways.”

“Can you take care of a three-month old?”

“You forget I get paid to hang out with tiny humans. You and Vanessa need a night away anyways. Seriously, with Sebastian and Hamilton, when was the last time you guys had any alone time?”

Lin paused.

“Ok you’re right. I’ll see you at 5:00 then? On the 14th?”

“You got it.”

Back at your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and dug around in your freezer until you found the tub of ice cream you had been saving for the weekend. You sat down on your couch, pulling a blanket over you as you turned on Netflix and started up the show you were currently binge watching. You were only ten minutes into the episode when your apartment door swung open and little Sebastian ran over to you, launching himself into your lap.

Lin and Vanessa were standing in your entryway, holding paper grocery bags full of who-knows-what.

“Valentine’s day isn’t just about dates. It’s about love. We love each other, but we love you too,” Lin said.

“We’re havin’ a picnic!” Sebastian said happily.

“I brought all of the pink food I could think of,” Lin grinned along with his son. You and Vanessa locked eyes, exchanging a look that mutually said “why do I love this man” (though you meant platonically).

Maybe Valentine’s day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

OUAT 6x16 Quick Thoughts

(FYI, quick probably doesn’t mean short when it comes to how I write, just the first things that come to mind)

I loved it. I’ll admit I didn’t expect to. Not until I could watch all the episodes for this season and appreciate the bigger picture. I actually almost didn’t watch it but then settled on a 10 minute test. I didn’t watch sneak peeks beforehand either.

I’m happy to say I was enjoying myself by the 6 minute mark.

I also thought I wouldn’t enjoy Hook’s presence. Turns out I don’t mind him much when he’s being himself instead of trying to convince people he’s a changed man when he’s not actually doing much to change.

Okay, so I loved Snow’s mother~daughter bonding over murder bit. It was funny and I liked that they acknowledged that Snow and Emma lack a good mother~daughter bond. I also think it’s funny that Snow decided the best solution was to take a page out of the Split Queen parenting handbook.

I loved the Henry writer story line.

I also loved how this episode and the promo for the next seems to point to Emma dying in the final battle. I feel like everyone’s just assumed that, maybe due to her vision. It’s deliciously twisted, you have to admit. The book starting with the creation of the dark curse and all the stories leading up to the savior’s birth and beyond only to end with the final chapter, her death. Which evidently was said to break the curse. Or it’s this show alluding to it at least, as it always does when it comes to dark things.

My favorite Swan Queen thing about this episode was that Emma has magic ingredients in her shed. Regina is aware of this and she knows she doesn’t need to ask Emma for them or for permission to use them for whatever spell she comes up with. She can just ask Henry to get them. I do believe this is practically the Swan Queen version of keeping a drawer with things at the other’s place. Hell, it’s like 5 levels up. It’s “I can go through your things and use them whenever and it’s fine. I don’t have to ask.” It’s official, they’re living together. :D

I really like the Black Fairy. She owns her evilness. I certainly like her more than Blue.

I like the backstory on Gideon and the Black Fairy. Well, as much as you can like a horrible childhood.

Also, the dwarfs/stolen children parallel. Interesting. And then one of them being kept from being with a fairy. Hmm.

I loved the whole savior fight ~portal scene. Probably my favorite part of the episode. Who else thought it was Regina coming to the rescue? Even though she was trying to save their son? Like, I mean, while I would have loved that scene unfolding, I’m not mad it wasn’t her because I’m sure Emma would be the first one to say when it comes to choosing between Henry and one of them Henry is always the main priority. (Although there is also the matter of urgency.)

Also, I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there somewhere about getting caught up/being smothered by the (cob)webs of the past.

And I also couldn’t help thinking that Lana was once in a spider movie. And that it can’t be a coincidence she was talking about having pet tarantulas as a kid at the Vancouver Con when in this episode there is a pet spider.

Oh, and I loved how the portal slices were reminiscent of the hands of the clock. Also, you want to tell me the clock tower lit up gold and Rumple was the only one who noticed? How far in the woods were Regina and Henry? Even though magic seems to be supposedly not just seen, but felt by all magic users present?

Also, GOLD savior magic.

But, so Rumple’s blasting magic is light purple, like Regina’s was? Was it always that way? Or is there truth to that magic color chart post piece I wrote? That your blasting magic color reveals where your magic falls on the light spectrum when it comes to how dark or light it is? And it’s subject to change as you change? And Rumple’s just became lighter?

Ooh, the twist on Gideon though. Didn’t see that coming although I don’t know why not.

Interesting that Hook thought of home and ended up in Neverland. I know he can’t get to Emma, but still. Interesting. I mean Emma thinks of home on her way to the past and she could have ended up anywhere. Her mother’s castle, her father’s farm. Hook’s boat. Next to her mom or dad. But no, she ends up exactly where Regina is in that moment. If you can’t tell, I’m still not over that.

I also don’t understand the tear thing. But I know it’s significant. Is it that she shed that tear during heartbreak while symbolically letting go of Hook? I mean, she did say then that she had to move on? Is that why Hook can’t come back? Because it’s a decision she can’t easily undo? Or it has to be her conscious choice?

Then there’s the fact that the significant tears that have been shed on this show have all been either Regina’s or Henry’s so far. Well mostly. I mean there was Anna’s tear of turning away from darkness. Giving the Dark One dagger its power. Or at least making it usable by the Dark One. But somehow I feel that was actually also Regina’s tear. That that is the reason why Rumple had Regina’s tear in the first place. And Anna was just used for illustration.

And all these tears could be used in magic.

Snow used Regina’s tear in season 2 to connect to her. Feel what she was feeling, see what she was seeing.

Unlike with Snow in season 2, in season 5 Regina’s tear is actually the result not the source of the same experience between Emma and Regina. The thing that binds/connects isn’t the tear. It’s trust. Watching the same memory allows Emma and Regina to see the same things and feel the same things. Share in the same experience. And it leads to Regina’s tears.

Which kind of could be a metaphor for these two relationships. The thing that connects Snow and Regina is Regina’s pain. Her tears. That was the most prominent thing to their relationship for a long time. The thing that practically started it. But Regina’s past with Snow has only brought her pain.

On the other hand, the thing that connects Emma and Regina is mutual trust. Even though that has led to tears for Regina as well. Emma turning against her over a murder she didn’t commit. But now Emma literally catches those tears, talking through those moments with Regina. Which leads to healing for Regina. Which is exactly why Emma says that Regina’s tear didn’t work when they needed it to. Knew it wouldn’t. “Because she’s healed. She moved on.” And the truth is Emma was the one who started helping her do that. And still does. And the tears that are used in magic are usually those of heartbreak, intense pain. Like Henry’s heartbreak over Violet. Or even Merlin’s over Nimue turning against him. I don’t know, I’m getting poetic.

But the fact that Emma’s tear is keeping Hook away from her can’t be a good omen for their relationship. Just as his kiss having the ability to take away her magic at one point wasn’t. Come to think of it, Wish realm Robin actually stole Regina’s magic. Literally. After a kiss.

And now that I think of it her words afterwards are interesting.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Isn’t it how we feel about Emma now? That her magic has been stolen by Hook metaphorically even after having been stolen physically and her supposedly getting it back? Without her noticing? Only, she started having problems with her magic afterwards didn’t she? From ice magic she couldn’t control to dark one magic she had trouble controlling and now her own savior magic? Coincidence?

I wonder if we’ll get healing/life restoring tears on this show like in Tangled.

Oooh, ooh another favorite Swan Queen thing of mine! They clearly showed in this episode that the magical power Emma and Regina are known for isn’t about just any two people using magic together.

They showed us it. Twice. Gideon and Emma using magic together. And after 5 seconds Emma going “Run!” You KNOW she wouldn’t have done that with Regina.

Then between Rumple and Emma’s magic Rumple actually had to pull out his dagger. The dagger that killed an entire ogre army. Shit, Regina wasn’t kidding when she said her and Emma’s magic put together is some strong stuff.

Which really and truly begs the question. If Emma and Regina both know their magic together is practically invincible, And they both know the strongest magic comes from true love, what have they deluded themselves into believing about their magic?

Given that Emma originally “said” that she started saving Regina because Henry asked her to and then the first time after that when they truly use it together is because “Love is strength” when they dismantle the diamond-and they’re partly doing it to save their son because Emma only gets the idea as Regina talks to their son-could it be they have been telling themselves all this time what part of the fandom believes? That they’re doing this all for their son, out of love for their son? Keeping each other alive only for their son? That the true love their magic draws from is only from that they feel for Henry? Because I’ve got news for them.

But seriously, it is pretty much what they said all through season 3 when anyone questioned their care in actions toward each other.

Did I mention I loved this episode. I’m enjoying myself watching this show again and that’s all I wanted. I also am really loving the promo for the next one. So we’ll see.

Hyde and Jackie as parents headcanons, part 2 of 2.

PS: I did these a while ago but somehow got lost in my other blog (poetdameron), so I re-write them here.

  • Kitty calls every day, even when they see each other. She calls to ask how the baby is doing and when the kid grows, she calls to talk to her/him. Baby Zen (1) loves to talk to Kitty, especially once she is older and she can gossip about school and the stories her mom told her, while Baby Boy Zen is more shy but likes to talk to grandma too, Baby Zen (2) doesn’t like phones because like dad, she thinks the goverment may be into something with the phone lines and Jackie wants to kill Hyde. 
  • They also enjoys spending time with Red. When Baby Zen (1) was a newborn, she cried when passed to someone’s arms that weren’t her parent’s, but she never cried even once when given to Red. He won’t accept it, but the sight of it warmed his entire self and he pretended to be bothered by having to carry the baby when Hyde or Jackie were needed in the kitchen or somewhere else, but Kitty knows better. Eventually, the kid got used to everyone else and the crying stopped.
  • Jackie’s bedtime stories are always about her, and her favorites to tell are the ones that involve Steven. Once their little girls are older, they will ask for these stories about their parents and then go to their dad and ask about it. The first two or three times, Hyde told them the truth: “I went to jail for her because she was too young, had a future, I just couldn’t let her that way”, “Uhm, well… I wanted your mom to caught uncle Kelso because he and Laurie were annoying…”, but then he would listen to what Jackie is telling their daughters and would discover that maybe his chick isn’t making anything up, maybe all that time he did have feelings for her that then leaned to romantic feelings too. Now, every time their daughters tell him what Jackie said, he smiles and “that’s how it was, kiddo, all of it” “you punched a nasty guy because you liked her even before you were together?” “yup, all those years without she even knowing it. Actually, i did it twice, there was this moron who was bothering her and he was dressed as this ass of a dog…”
  • And of course Hyde is scared shit of not being a good father, so he low key talks all the time with Red about it. Once Eric becomes a dad too, he starts feeling better about himself when he can give his friend advice and finally notices he isn’t a bad father at all. In fact, he does it pretty good, is almost natural to him. Jackie says is because he has too much of a good heart, and he is sweet, it was obvious he was the perfect man to become a father.
  • Baby Zen (1) also adores her da, she is totally a daddy’s girl. And is so obvious Hyde spoils her, everyone teases him about it, and Jackie is proud of it because “she make Steven J. Hyde a good daddy”. Hyde kind of agrees secretely. Their boy is a big mama’s boy in a cool way, he will do whatever Jackie wants and have a more open relationship with her, always listening to her advice and so, but he wont’ be on her tit all the time. He is truly a very zen person, but can get bitchy very easily and over protective with both his sisters. Baby Zen (2) is… a mess. She is okay with both her parents, but prefers uncle Eric’s advices, she’s kind of a nerd and a rebel at the same time. Kitty says she is just searching for her identity, Hyde says she will conquer space one day since she wants to be an astronaut and first person to pee on Mars.
  • He always talks to their sons in third person: “Okay, now please don’t make a fuzz while your pa makes breakfast”, “Your ma is going to work today, so you will go with pa to Grooves”, he only does it when nobody is around. Jackie has catched him a couple of times and doesn’t understand why he gets blushed for it, she thinks is adorable.
  • She loves dressing their kids, she takes them for shopping every time she can and tries to pass her knowledge on fashion and so to them. There is no way her daughters will ever been seen dressed like poor girls, they are always looking freaking cute and nice, while there isn’t most adorable and then handsome boy than hers (as a matter of fact, Baby Boy Zen is handsome, everyone jokes he got the best genes from his parents put together into one not pretty, but actual handsome boy).
  • “YOU ARE NOT PUTTING THOSE ON OUR PRIN– STEVEN!”, there was this one time Hyde buy himself a new pair of sunglasses and found the same model but for kids, so of course he buy them for his older daughter, who’s his little princess no matter how much time passes. Worst part is, the girl loves those glasses because it make her look like da, so she won’t put them away, and Jackie can’t argue against that. Hyde enjoys the little victories of life, that’s for sure.