also the door ones all look the same but they're different

nonuniqueindie  asked:

#74 of ways to say I love you, any omgcp pairing

74. “We can share.” I was going to do this for Charmer, but it was giving me writer’s block until I realized on the way home today it wanted to be Nurseydex.


Dex blew out an angry breath as he stared at the now completely empty baggage carousel. The color stood high in his cheeks, and his hair was sticking up on one side where he’d been gripping it in frustration. Nursey wanted to smooth it down, but restrained himself, as he had been for months. Years, possibly. He was getting good at it.

“It’s taunting me,” Dex said flatly.

“What is?” Nursey asked, seated atop his own suitcase, pushing it back and forth idly on the wheels. He hadn’t fallen over yet, amazingly, and he was now actually timing himself to see how long that would last.

“The baggage… thing. With its complete and total lack of baggage. Mine in particular.”

“Noticed that, did you?” Nursey tried to bite back his grin, but suspected he probably failed.

Dex scowled. “Shut up.” Yup, definitely failed. “I should have known something like this would happen. I should have turned down Jack’s offer of tickets and just stayed home. Why did I need to come to the beach here? I live at the beach. There was no reason for me to come. Now the universe is punishing me.”

Nursey planted his feet and started ticking off reasons on his fingers. “It’s an SMH reunion for all of Bitty’s peeps, you know this. You miss me and C during the summer, don’t front. You are occasionally allowed to have fun. And no one in their right mind turns down a free plane ticket from an NHL star.”

Chowder came bouncing up just then, preventing Dex from continuing to try to glare his bag into existence. “The airline said it should be here tomorrow! It was still back in Maine and got loaded onto the next plane after yours. They’ll deliver to the house for us and everything!”

Dex raised an eyebrow. “Really? Did you point out to them that the house we’re staying at is four hours away from the airport?”

Chowder’s face fell. “Oh. Maybe I told them the address wrong? But that was what they said! I could go check again?”

Nursey stood up. “Nah, C, you go find Cait. I got this.”

Chowder looked uncertainly between the two of them. “Are you sure? You really shouldn’t start the trip off with a fight.”

“No fights, I promise. I got it.”

“You got it, huh?” Dex asked, irritated, but quietly, so Chowder wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I got it. Come on.” Nursey tugged him in the direction of the lost luggage office. “If there’s anything my, and I’m about to quote you here, ‘overprivileged childhood’ prepared me for, it’s dealing with airlines losing luggage. I have found myself sans belongings on multiple continents now, let me tell you. Always a fun time.” He held open the door to the little office and gestured Dex in with a grand flourish.

Ten minutes later, he’d charmed the very tired-looking woman at the desk into a complete recap of how they’d located Dex’s luggage, exactly where it was now, and given her three different ways to reach them when it arrived the next day.

He slung his arm around Dex’s shoulders and guided him back out. “’s all good, bro, see? They know where your shit is, it’s not going to be one of those permanently lost in the ether situations.”

Dex sighed, looking resigned. “I just… what am I going to do tonight? And tomorrow?”

“We can share.”

Dex looked over at Nursey in surprise. “Do what now?”

“Share. We’re the same height, and I always overpack for vacations. Consequence of traveling with my mother; she can never decide what we’ll be doing ahead of time, so we’re expected to anticipate all things.”

“I don’t… I mean, okay, I just don’t want to be… like, an inconvenience or anything…”

Nursey stopped. Fuck it, he decided. He took his arm off Dex’s shoulders so he could look him in the eye. “Dex. Haven’t you figured it out yet? There’s nothing I wouldn’t share with you.”

Dex stared at him, presumably in shock. Nursey braced himself. “Oh,” Dex said. “Oh.” And then he got a fistful of Nursey’s shirt and kissed him.

It didn’t last long; Nursey was grinning too much. “Glad you came after all, Poindexter?”

Dex’s ears turned an adorable shade of red, but his voice was entirely sure when he answered, “Yeah, I really am.”

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey~ I was wondering if you could write a scenario in which MC works in the same field as RFA+V & Saeran and is v good, even to the point they're rivals? At first nobody has a clue, but the truth comes out eventually 😏 Thank you so very much for this blog! You guys are amazing ❤️

Anon said: Hi! HCs for 707 after finding out that his s/o is an agent too? )^o^( request are open so I immediately took the chance since i love this blog so muuuch 


Awww, you all are sweet! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • You actually had a crush on him when you two starred in your first musical together
  • He inspired you to work hard after that
  • You both ended up becoming very popular, and always tried your best to outshine the other
  • Whether or not you were acting together
  • When the whole thing with the messenger happened, you thought he would hate you with your little rivalry going on
  • So you kept your identity secret
  • Things go on and you two flirt a little and get to know each other on a personal level
  • But then you go to his house
  • There’s no hiding who you are now, and when he opens the door, he’s stunned for a good five minutes
  • You thought he hated you, but he’s just really confused
  • He admits when you first worked together, he too kinda felt attracted to you
  • It gets a little complicated when you start dating, because there’s the possibilities of scandals and also the company contracts
  • So, you two decide to keep your relationship secret from everyone but Seven and Yoosung for a long time, just to be on the safe side
  • Thankfully, things work out and Zen is able to work independently from any company
  • You two are able to go public in your relationship while still chasing your dreams in acting

Yoosung:

  • You attend the same university as Yoosung but you don’t know
  • You start complaining about a certain professor, which kind of clues him off
  • But then one day he’s in class and you’re in the chat talking excited about getting an A on a test you failed
  • He looks to the side and saw you taking a picture…a few moments later, a picture appears in the chat
  • Instead of coming over and talking to you, he felt like you inspired him a bit
  • He starts working hard again at school, bringing his grades back up quickly
  • It’s amusing seeing you work harder to beat him, sometimes complaining about some random student throwing off your grading curve
  • When a big test rolls around, he’s finally ready to reveal himself
  • He logs into the chat after its over and starts asking how the test went
  • You’re so absorbed in talking with him that you don’t realize you two are discussing detailed questions
  • You stop half way when it hits you
  • You look up and he shoots finger guns at you from across the hall
  • On the bright side, you two can combine your smarts for finals

Jaehee:

(AU where she opens the cafe without meeting you at the party)

  • You both owned cafes that were right next to each other
  • You always had this healthy rivalry going, and some customers even swore loyalty to one or the other
  • You two had never met though with all the busyness
  • Then the whole thing with the RFA happened
  • Jaehee noticed that the cafe next to hers had been shut down for the same amount of time you were told not to leave the apartment
  • She put two and two together and asked if it was you
  • It was odd speaking in the cafe since you had always been an unknown rival this whole time
  • But Jaehee ends the rivalry and keeps your cafe afloat while you’re dealing with the RFA
  • Once you’re allowed to leave the apartment again, you two get even closer
  • After a few months, you start planning a new project
  • You combine your skills and resources and break down the wall in between our cafes
  • A little renovation later, and you two become partners at a bigger and better cafe

Jumin:

  • His father wanted Jumin to marry this other young CEO from another company to combine companies
  • He was completely against the idea
  • You happened to be that brilliant CEO of another large company, so it happened
  • But you were also against the idea
  • You and Jumin’s first meeting was really rocky and he was really cold towards you
  • So, when you first entered the chatroom, you didn’t say who you were because you didn’t want it to be awkward
  • He acted a little different than from your first meeting
  • He was nicer and actually kind and you found youself actually falling for him
  • But you were still scared to tell him who you were
  • Seven wasn’t so reticent, so he told Jumin who you were after the background check
  • Suddenly Jumin started opening up to you more and more
  • Eventually it slips out that he knows
  • He starts inviting to you house and on outings
  • It works out really well as he’s happy, you’re happy, and your parents are happy
  • But you two still have a healthy competition when it comes to business idea


Seven:

  • When you got caught up in the apartment thing, it was the least of your worries
  • You could handle hiding your identity, appearing as an innocent whirled into this mess
  • You were more worried that your rival at the agency was in this chat with you
  • You were a bit nervous at first, but you just went along with it
  • You found he was actually kind of nice when he wasn’t hacking against you
  • You would blush whenever he would make comments that 606 was his girlfriend, because that happened to be your agency number
  • Little did you know, he actually had the biggest crush on you from agency work…since you two did end up talking a few times before
  • It was a mess for both of you when he abandoned work at the agency to come and rescue from the bomb–despite your protests
  • When he started pushing you away because of the stress of not being able to finish his project at the agency, you were getting sick of his crap
  • You pull out your own equipment and finish the project for him
  • He gets a notification from Vanderwood that the project was carried out perfectly and the client was happy
  • He knows there’s only one person who was as good as he was…and when he finally notices the equipment in front of you, your identity is out
  • There’s a weird mix of him yelling at you and confessing to you at the same time
  • You guys have a long discussion about the agency and all the stuff you two put up with
  • You both come to conclusion that you needed to leave together, and with the skills of you both, it would be much easier

Saeran:

  • You were another unfortunate who got dragged into Mint Eye
  • You were just as good a hacker as he, so you two competed for Rika’s approval
  • When you found out about his plan with infiltrating the RFA, you did what you could to stop it
  • Even if it meant helping 707 and whoever he chose to go into the apartment
  • He took you helping his brother as an absolute betrayal to Mint Eye
  • So when you two were rescued, he cut himself off from you completely
  • Unfortunately, your healing process wasn’t overseen with loving family like he was
  • You got the psychological treatment, but you were still bitter
  • You ran into him at some public place much, much later and you can tell he’s different and…softer
  • But you still feel tense and on edge and try to avoid him
  • He already sees you though and comes to talk to you
  • He starts talking about starting new and ending the hostility between you two
  • You’re skeptical, but something about how calm he is intrigues you
  • You agree every once in awhile and talk about what happened
  • These sessions become addicting, just as his presence becomes addicting to you
  • Without the rivalry, you find Saeran is very similar to you
  • Neither of you had a moment where you established a relationship
  • Your bond was just something that came naturally and was something that was understood

V:

We couldn’t really see him getting competitive in a rivalry. So instead of making him OOC, we’re omitting him for now.


MARS-Astrology and Sex pt.2

So now that you know how you and/or your significant other actually “do the deed”, it’s time to look at how you seduce, and no this is not where Venus comes in. This is actually when you’ll need to know your rising sign because the house your Mars is in describes your most effective seductive techniques. Also it describes your sex appeal outside of the bedroom whereas you Mars sign is all about the deed. Be sure to radiate your Best Traits when trying to seduce your crush. 

Mars 1st House

Mars in the first house is the Alpha in any pack. They seduce by competition, they love the idea of rivals and the thrill of the chase. In love or lust,they are brazen but completely unsubtle. 

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Full transcript of Adam Lanza's 2011 radio appearance
  • BEGIN TRANSCRIPT:
  • (music fades out)
  • Host: Hello! We got the collapsible headphones here, but uh... we're back.
  • Co-Host: (inaudible) we got Greg on the phone.
  • Host: Oh! Greg. Okay. How's it going?
  • Lanza: Hi, good. Um, I'm a fan of your writing.
  • Host: Thank you.
  • Lanza: I'm sorry to bring up such an old news story, but I couldn't find anything that you said about the topic, and it seems relevant to your interests, so I thought I would bring up Travis the Chimp. Do you remember him?
  • Host: I don't.
  • Lanza: Well, um, he was a highly domesticated chimpanzee, who lived in a suburban home in Stamford, Connecticut.
  • Co-Host: Oh, yeah.
  • Host: Oh.
  • Lanza: And he was raised just like a human child, starting from the week he was born. By the time that he was fourteen years old, which would be somewhere around age twenty in human years, um...
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: ...he slept in a bed, he took his own baths, he dressed himself, he brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush...
  • Host: (laughs) Really? When was this?
  • Lanza: Um... well.. (chuckles) this happened in early two-thousand-and-nine.
  • Co-host and Host: Oh!
  • Lanza: He ate his meals at a table, and he enjoyed human foods like ice cream, and used a remote control to watch television, and liked baseball games... and he even used a computer to look at pictures on the internet.
  • Host: Huh.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) it goes without saying that Travis was very overweight; he was two hundred pounds when he should have been around the low hundreds. And he was actually taking Xanax.
  • Co-Host: (laughing)
  • Host: Amazing.
  • Lanza: I couldn't find any information about why he was taking it, but it just seems to say a lot that he was given it at all. And, basically, I think Travis wasn't any different than a mentally handicapped human child.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: But, anyway, one day in February 2009, he was acting very agitated, and at some point grabbed the car - his owner's - car keys, and went outside and started leaping from car to car, apparently wanting to go for a car ride. And he was acting very aggressively, so, his owner called her over to get her to help calm him down and get him to go back inside, and once she arrived, he immediately attacked her, and his owner tried to stop him, but couldn't, and she even resorted to stabbing him with a knife, but nothing worked.
  • And she said that after she stabbed him, he looked at her as if to say "Why'd you do that to me, Mom?" Because apparently that was what their relationship was like; no different than between a human mother and child.
  • So, after stabbing, she called the police, who arrived twelve minutes after the attack, at which point her friend was... pretty close to dead. And once the cruiser came up, Travis went over to it, tried to open the locked passenger door. He smashed off the side mirror, went over to the driver's door, opened it, and the cop shot him. He fled back into the house, where he went to his playroom and bled to death.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) um, it might not seem very relevant, but I'm bringing it up because afterward, everyone was condemning his owner for, saying how irresponsible she was for raising a chimp like it was a child, and that she should have that something like this would happen, because chimps aren't supposed to be living in civilization, they're supposed to be living in the wild, among each other. But, their criticism stops there-
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: -and the implication is that there's no way that anything could have gone wrong in this life if he were living in this civilization as a human, rather than a chimp.
  • Host: Ah, indeed.
  • Lanza: Because, uh, he brings up questions about this whole process of child-raising.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: Civilization isn't something which just happens to gently exist without us having to do anything, because every newborn child - human child - is born in a chimp-like state, and civilization is only sustained by conditioning them for years on end, so that they'll accept it for what it is, and since we've gone through this conditioning, we can observe a human family raising a human child - and I'm sure that even you have trouble intuitively seeing it as something unnatural - but when we see a chimp in that position, we immediately know that there's something profoundly wrong with the situation. And it's easy to say there's something wrong with it simply because it's a chimp, but what's the real difference between us and our closest relatives?
  • Travis wasn't an untamed monster at all. Um, he wasn't just feigning domestication, he was civilized. Um, he was able to integrate into society, he was a chimp actor when he was younger, and his owner drove him around the city frequently in association with her towing business, where he met many different people, and got alone with everyone. If Travis had been some nasty monster all his life, it would have been widely reported. But, to the contrary, it seems like everyone who knew him said how shocked they were that Travis had been so savage, because they knew him as a sweet child, and... there were two isolated incidents early in his life where he acted aggressively, but... summarizing them would take too long, so basically I'll just say that he didn't really any differently than a human child would, and the people who would use that as an indictment against having chimps live as humans do wouldn't apply the same thing to humans, so it's just kind of irrelevant.
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: Bu anyway, look what civilization did to him; it had the same exact effect on him as it has on humans. He was profoundly sick in every sense of the term, and he had to resort to these surrogate activities like watching baseball, and looking at pictures on a computer screen, and taking Xanax. He was a complete mess.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: And his attack wasn't simply because he was a senselessly violent, impulsive chimp. Uhm, which was how his behavior was universally portrayed. Um, immediately before the attack, he had desperately been wanting his owner to drive him somewhere, and the best reason I can think of for why he would want that, looking at his entire life, would be that... some little things he experienced was the last straw, and he was overwhelmed at the life that he had, and he wanted to get out of it by changing his environment, and the best way that he knew how to deal with that was getting his owner to drive him somewhere else.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: And when his owner's... owner's friend, arrived, he knew that she was trying to coax him back into his place of domestication, and he couldn't handle that, so he attacked her, and anyone else who approached them. And dismissing his attack as simply being the senseless violence and impulsiveness of a chimp, instead of a human, is wishful thinking at best.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: His attack can be seen entirely parallel to the attacks and random acts of violence that you bring up on your show every week, committed by humans, which the mainstream also has no explanation for-and-
  • Host: No.
  • Lanza: -and, actual humans... I just- just don't think it would be such a stretch to say that he very well could have been a teenage mall shooter or something like that.
  • Host: Yeah. Yeah.
  • Lanza: And-
  • Host: Wow. Thank you, Greg.
  • Lanza: Yeah.
  • Host: That's quite a story. That's, uh, really apropos, isn't it? Travis the chimp.
  • Lanza: It's just that I'm a little surprised that I haven't heard you bring it up all because... (laughs) maybe I'm just seeing connections where there aren't any, but-
  • Host: Not at, I uh, think not. No, I just... I didn't catch that one. I didn't uh... maybe I was out of the country or something, I don't know, but I missed that it. Thanks very much, man.
  • Lanza: Thank you. Bye.
  • Host: Take care.
  • (Lanza hangs up)

staycute1234  asked:

Imagine that Taegi were dating and they had a bad break up. They're sad and still in love but don't want to be together. Then two years later Yoongi gets a call from Taehyung's little Sister that Taehyung is in the hospital and is asking for him. Yoongi drops everything and goes but he pace in front of the hospital for 20 minutes before going in. Taehyung was in some kind of accident that made him forget the two years and he is back to the mindset him and Yoongi are a couple. Yoongi sees this-

((Look i’m actually crying and laughing at the same time because i had so much written for this but then i went to minimize the page and instead i accidentally closed the entire thing and it didn’t save T_T anyways though! Look at you Satan! I thought i was angst queen but it looks like you’re coming for my place lol!) (Also you totes are the more popular one out of both of us baby! That’s why you have more request)

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So many people liked to compare Taehyung and Yoongi to the sun and moon as if they were fucking Shakespeare or some shit, as if their relationship was some fairy tale out of story books read to children at night. It was romantic sure, in a way, the thought of these two beings fitting so well together. Everyone wanted a relationship like that. Everyone wanted to fit so well with their partner that nothing was ever wrong. No one really bothered to stop and think about the fact that the sun and moon were basically the same fucking thing. They were both stupid shapes in the solar system that lit up the earth at different times of the day and eventually it would get tiring. 

Taehyung and Yoongi were exactly that. 

Taehyung and Yoongi were two beings on the same planet, in the same city, living in the same apartment that fit so well together it pissed Yoongi off. 

It sounds dumb now that the elder thought about it. How could anyone be pissed off that their relationship was so perfect? How could anyone get so angry about how well they fit with their boyfriend that they felt the need to cause a fight just to get some excitement? At the time it’d sounded like a wonderful idea to Yoongi. The elder can remember the way he actually fucking laughed when Taehyung began yelling at him. He can remember the way he was actually happy they were doing something other than their routine date nights even if it was yelling at each other.

It was so fucking stupid but Yoongi was happy that they were FINALLY disagreeing on things. 

WE HAVE LITERALLY BECOME THAT COUPLE AND IT’S FUCKING GROSS!”  Yoongi pants angrily as he watches the way Taehyung’s perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow in confused irritation. 

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?? WHAT COUPLE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??”

The fact that Taehyung doesn’t even realize what Yoongi means angers him more. 

THAT COUPLE! WE’VE BECOME THAT FUCKING PERFECT COUPLE THAT LIKES ALL THE SAME FUCKING THINGS AND HAS THE FUCKING PERFECT APARTMENT WITH THEIR PERFECT FUCKING DOGS AND SPEND THEIR NIGHTS WATCHING THE SAME FUCKING DRAMAS!” It’s then that it really hits Yoongi. What he’s really angry about. “WE’VE BECOME BORING.” 

The entire apartment shifts into a silence Yoongi hasn’t heard in a while and it frightens him a bit. Of course his pride won’t let him say anything else. He was just so angry with how easy and boring had become, how routine their relationship had become. There where times when they first started dating that Yoongi can remember when he and Taehyung would run around like reckless kids breaking into empty pools to have sex under the stars. Hell there were times when they would just get in their car and drive for miles with no where to go just because they wanted an adventure. Now the most they did was eat at a different restaurant once  a week, it was maddening. 

“Well then.” Taehyung pauses and Yoongi’s not sure if it’s so the younger can calm down or hold back a sob. “I hope your next relationship is as fucked up as you want it to be.


Flash forward two years later and Yoongi is once again panting for breath.  The giant white building looms in front of him looking almost as if it’s mocking him, almost as if it’s daring him, teasing him to enter. He’s not sure if he wants to honestly. Yoongi’s not sure if he can face the darkness that waits for him inside such a bright building. 

“Yoongi, It’s Taehyung. He’s hurt.” 

The sound of Taehyung’s sister sobbing still played in his head as he fought back the urge to gag. He can still remember that night, although just barely, he can still think back hard enough and remember the way he’d been drunkenly fucking into some faceless man when his phone had begun to ring with a number he hadn’t seen in year flashing across the screen. 

“Let it ring baby.”  The faceless man had moaned out but Yoongi had barely noticed it with the way his body shook. He’s almost did though, he almost let it go to voicemail until something in his gut had told him better. He almost let the past stay in the past until something, someone, had screamed at him to raise the small device to his ear.

It’d taken Yoongi two years to let something he wanted so much get ruined, two minutes to answer the phone and two days to race to the boy that held his entire being in his hands. 


“Before you see him you need to understand…. Taehyung… he still thinks you two are together.” Taehyung’s sister sighs. “During the accident he hit his head against the window on the drivers side door hard, the doctors say the blow caused short term memory loss. Taehyung thinks it’s still August of 2014.” 

Yoongi stiffens. August of two years ago, that would have been two months before the fight that broke them up and two months before their anniversary. 

The door to Taehyung’s hospital room opens and Yoongi nearly falls to his knees in tears. 


“Yoonie! Baby, you came!” 

Yoongi will never understand how Taehyung still shines even while in a hospital bed with bandages covering his head and cheek. Thought, it could be because Taehyung has always been the light that shined in Yoongi’s life. Either way the elder does his best to smile as he hands over baby pink roses to the younger boy in bed. 

“Sorry it took me so long to get here, Doll. I had to pick these up for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay!” Taehyung giggles and Yoongi can see the way the younger’s sister clenches her fist. 

It’s understandable, he can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to watch your brother smile at the boy who broke his heart and have to act like everything was alright. Taehyung and his sister had always been more than just siblings, they were best friends and each other’s guardians. Hell Yoongi was surprised the girl hadn’t punched him in the throat the moment he’d suggested acting like he was still dating the younger to save him from anymore pain. 

“But Yoonie, where were you??” Taehyung’s still perfectly groomed eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You weren’t in the car with me during the accident right?”

For a moment Yoongi thinks Taehyung remembers everything and the younger is just trying to punish him by asking something like that, but Yoongi knows better.  Yoongi knows Taehyung would never do anything to purposely hurt Yoongi because that was Yoongi’s role. Yoongi was always the one to hurt Taehyung. Yoongi was the one to cause fights when he was bored. 

“No, Doll.” The elder fights back a sob. “I wasn’t in the car with you.” 


“You know, now that i think about it, we’re probably really behind on Goblin huh?

Not for the first time in the week that he’s been by Taehyung’s side, Yoongi stiffens. 

“You are starting to remember things?!”  A small smile blooms on Yoongi’s lips as he thinks back to all the nights he would spend curled up with Taehyung running his fingers through his hair as they watched the tragic story of Ji Eun Tak and Kim Shin. Something Yoongi once thought was so fucking boring. The smile he wears shifts into something a bit sadder and the elder sighs. 

“Yeah we are a bit behind but we can catch up when you get out of the hospital.”


It’s two nights later and Yoongi is awoken to screams. 

The elder shoots straight out of his seat and is by Taehyung’s side instantly he tries to clam the shrieking sobbing boy. Fear races through his body every time he catches the sounds of Taehyung’s heart monitor beeping uncontrollably with every shout and kick the younger lets out and it’s only when Taehyung sits up covered in sweat and shaking that Yoongi realizes the younger had been having a nightmare. 

Yoongi himself feels like he’s trapped in his own personal night terror when Taehyung sobs out the words the elder never wanted to hear. 

“Please don’t leave me.” 


“Hey Doll,” Yoongi gently rubs his thumb against the back of Taehyung’s hand as he holds the younger. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare? From two nights ago?”

It’s Taehyung’s turn to stiffen at Yoongi’s words. After the elder had been able to get Taehyung calm and back to sleep the younger had wanted to completely ignore whatever it was that had him screaming but Yoongi….. Yoongi needed to know what it was. Yoongi needed to know what had left Taehyung to shaken that he’d barely let Yoongi go to the restroom without his heart monitor spiking.

The younger sighs quietly and turns so he can rest his face against the fair skin of Yoongi’s neck. 

“We were fighting.” Taehyung’s breath shakes, Yoongi takes that as his cue to rub the younger’s lower back slowly. “In my dream we had been happy and having a date and then suddenly we were fighting and screaming at each other.  You had said you didn’t love me and then i stormed out and left.” 

Yoongi knows Taehyung’s dream must have been a mixture of the younger’s fears and his memories of the night they’d split up. It hurts him to have to think so but he knows it’s time to tell the younger the truth. It was time to end the little happiness he had if it meant helping Taehyung get better. 

“That wasn’t a dream.” 

Taehyung looks up and Yoongi swears he sees his entire past and future in those brown wide orbs he’s fallen in love with all over again. The elder is about to start talking again but before he can Taehyung’s quit voice is interrupting him.

“Yes it was….. because in real life…… during our fight…. you never said you didn’t love me.” Taehyung frowns. “You called us boring.” 

Just like that Yoongi’s entire world stops spinning. 


“When did you remember everything?”

They two boys now lay in the hospital bed facing each other with only their hands locked together between them. Just the way they would lay once upon a time in the bed they shared in a perfect apartment in Daegu. Yoongi gently squeezes Taehyung’s fingers when the younger smiles at him and for these moments they’re happy. 

“Two nights ago, after the nightmare.” Taehyung scoots a bit closer until Yoongi can feel his breath against his own lips and it’s not really a kiss but almost. “It all came back to me in a rush during the time that i was crying after you woke me up. I was just afraid if i stopped pretending i’d forgotten everything you would leave.”

For the first time in the two years, two minutes, two days that everything had happened, Yoongi lets his lips press against Taehyung.

“I love you, i’m never leaving.” Yoongi grins. “No matter how boring we get.”

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(i probably butchered this idea :c but anyways you should totally write the smut part!) (i suck at porn) 

El felt lonely.

 And not the ‘I haven’t seen my friends in a week’ or anything like that.

 It was more the, ’I’m going to be fundamentally different from everyone I meet and love for my entire life’ and ’I carry stones in my chest but force out a breath to convince everyone I’m a semblance of stable’ kind of lonely. 

 As you can imagine it’d be hard to explain her form of loneliness to any of the people in her life. 

 So she didn’t. 

 Living was hard for El, it’s not like she didn’t love being alive, loving and being loved in return. Because she was immensely grateful that she’s at the point of life that she was. 

 But you can love something and still be hurt from it. 

 The boys knew that thunderstorms frightened her, that coke brought back memories that did nothing to serve her, that cats and her aren’t compatible, that bathing was still challenging although showers were far easier for her then baths. They knew that, all of her friends and family got the point that these things made her scared. That these things among many more made her uneasy.

 But there’s a difference between knowing and understanding. 

 And they could never understand exactly. 

 There were times when she’d drag her nails down her arms and legs, hard enough to make a faint red mark but not enough to ever actually hurt her. It was a physical release of pent up emotions and as bad as that was, it cooled her brain down enough so she could get her bearings. 

 There were times where she’d lash out against Mike, against Will or Joyce. It’s not that she wanted to hurt their feelings or that she was mad at them because she wasn’t at all. It’s just that so much was going on in her head that it needed out, it needed to be purged from her body and anyone who pushed the minuscule button was caught in the fire. 

                                                 ————- 

 So here she sat, on the floor of her bathroom. Gripping her arms as hard and as close to her as she could and rocked backwards and forwards mumbling to herself in an attempt to pull herself together.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad." 

 The words slipped out in breathy whispers. Her hands going to uselessly claw at her hair, trying to get grounded to her surroundings. 

 She was in her bathroom. Will was home. She was safe. It would pass. She just needed to breathe. 

 You have to breathe, El. 

 But she wasn’t. But it wouldn’t. Everything was hurting. And she was alone. She was scared. And- 

 As another frustrated whimper slipped out, she heard the bathroom door creak open and saw Will cautiously approach her. Sinking to his knees and reaching for her arms as she was digging with her nails again. 

He grabbed both her wrists and held them for a moment, before very carefully pulling her into a hug, rocking her with him at a much slower pace then she had been doing previously. She let her body collapse from exhaustion and felt him hug her tighter as her breathing calmed down, tears escaping as she took in the comfort and warmth of Will. 

She pulled herself away and leaned her head back against the cold tile wall behind her. Will doing the same. The two of them sat there silently. El knew Will would wait until she was ready to speak, that he’d be patient.

 "Do you ever feel like you’re wired wrong? That everyone can look at you and know? A big red X displaying all the ways you’re different?” El asked, staring at the wall opposite her.

 "All the time.“ Will replied. A tone of solemn acceptance lacing his words.

 "How do you handle it? How do you move past it?" 

 "You don’t. You move forward and try to do something with it.”

 El turned to look at him after his reply, though he was still staring ahead. And she turned back to do the same. 

Will didn’t go through the same things she did. No one had. But they both faced the monster, they both faced the upside down, they both had wounds that would never heal. He’d never understand her completely. But she remembered that out of everyone who she ever snapped at in a moment’s notice, was frigid to; he always took it in grace. Never once lashing back at her, he had a quiet knowledge of knowing that it wasn’t at him but to him. That she was just trying to protect herself. 

Will wasn’t unfamiliar to the concept of hiding. He understood that this was her way. 

 She reached for his hand and clutched it tightly in her own. 

“Love you, Will." 

"Love you, El.”

                                                 ———– 

She was here. Will was here. She was safe. It passed.

And she could breathe.

anonymous asked:

how would the rfa (and vanderwood/saeran) help out mc after they had a really reaLLY long day? maybe mc starts crying a bit bc they're just so overwhelmed and whoops everything's coming out at once whoOPS

✿ Hooo-boy do I know the school stress. As we approach the end of the semester… this is very relevant!


Yoosung

  • oh god does he understand.
  • The two of you study together although sometimes you get distracted and you can always complain about teachers, homework, and essays with him.
  • You’ve got codewords for your awful days.. When he asks you how you are, all you have to say is “lemon” and he’ll know something happened - a failed exam, a stressful professor, a terrible class - and that you need some cheering up. And if he says the same thing, you’ll hug him and coo over him and tell him it’ll be just fine. He’ll make it. You’ll both make it.
  • One night during finals week, the two of you just grab each other and bawl. Why is everything so hard!
  • Even when you’re working on different things, you stay in the room together. It makes things feel a little bit less lonely, and it helps remind you to… y’know. Eat. Sleep. Take care of yourself.
  • He talks you through panic attacks. One awful day your flubbed answering something in front of the entire class, and you call him right after while crying and he books it all the way across campus to take you out for a smoothie.
  • He’ll take you to the grocery store sometimes, and the two of you will domestically ~plan out your dinner.~ it makes everything feel lighter and easier to deal with.
  • Normally, he won’t stop you from doing your work… but when it gets too absurd and you’ve hit the three-day mark without sleep, he’ll just grab onto, haul you into bed, and make you use his shoulder as a pillow.

Zen

  • You’ve been good. You’ve been so good. You’ve been juggling everything - your relationship, school, everything - without letting anyone know about how stressed you are. But oopsie-daisy, it’s a third day straight without sleep with weeks of predominately restless nights before that, and you just collapse at one of Zen’s practices.
  • He drops literally everything, picking you up and SPRINTING you to the hospital. You try to tell him that no, no, you’re just… sleepy, but he’s not having any of it.
  • The doctors spill all your secrets. You haven’t been eating enough, sleeping enough, resting enough, and your stress levels are through the r o o f. you need some rest. 
  • Zen is so sulky oh my god. why didn’t you tell him you were struggling? why didn’t you let him know how much work you had?
  • You didn’t want to trouble him… but he would never have thought of you as a burden!
  • He makes you sleep a full eight hours, and then he is all about helping you with your schooling. Which. Y’know. Zen… isn’t really… book smart? So that mostly means getting you lots of coffee, giving you massages, and… y’know.
  • ( ・∀・)
  • stress relief.
  • He makes jokes out of your book work - occasionally reading passages in silly voices and making fun of the names in the texts - and that makes everything seem less overbearing. Once you bring some humor into it… it isn’t so bad.
  • A particularly bad days drives you to tears, and he wipes them away and sings to you softly. He knows about all about how it feels, to work so hard, and he tells you that he’s so proud of you.
  • He can’t wait to see you on your graduation day, and he knows that you can make it.

Jaehee

  • She knows this song. She knows this dance. She’s been through the hell of school, a hell which continued into the office, and she is not letting you fight this beast alone.
  • She makes sure you eat by packing you a healthy lunch. She helps you budget your sleep - because she knows you won’t always have the time to get a full eight hours, but there are tricks to keep going even with a limited amount of rest. She helps you get your butt moving when you need to do work, and she’s always got a cup of coffee ready for when you need it.
  • But even that isn’t enough sometimes, and as finals loom, you come home one day, collapse on the couch… and curl up with your face in your hands.
  • Jaehee pokes her head out of the kitchen, having heard the door open, and she sees you there and she just k n o w s. So she walks forward, pushes your hands aside, and tilts your face up to look at her…
  • and you just look so miserable. your mouth twists, your eyes mist over, and you try to keep it in. you try so hard, but when you try to say, it’s alright, don’t worry, I’m fine, it all comes out in ugly, choking sobs.
  • you’re so tired.
  • it’s been such a long day and you’re so tired!!!
  • She lets you cry yourself out, and then she gets you some water and makes you a horribly sugary caramel-lattee-machiatto-thing that must be what flows through the pipes in heaven. You snuggle against her - she’s so soft and nice - and she asks you if there’s anything that’s due tomorrow. You say yes, and she works out a plan with you about how to get it done…. or, if you can’t get it done…
  • Get enough completed that it’s okay.
  • Jaehee is all about planning, preparation… and she helps you sort things out so they don’t get overwhelming again.

Jumin

  • this man knows how to work hard, but he also knows that one’s health is important, so he does his best to reign you back on your self-destructive tendencies.
  • did you eat? did you sleep? he points out that you’ll be more productive if you’re properly rested, and you tell him to eat a walnut he’s not ur mom
  • (he acts like it tho omg)
  • He’s constantly asking you if you completed such-and-such assignment and if you did such-and-such obligation and you have to admit, it’s EXHAUSTING. you know he cares about you - that’s why he’s trying to get you to eat and sleep right! - but with the way he’s hovering over you, you’re not really getting any break from school at all.
  • you can’t even rest at home because he always wants to talk to you about school!
  • You reach your breaking point one day, when the first thing Jumin asks you when you come home from class is about the test you took that day, and - and god, you studied so hard for it but you still felt like you bombed it and you’d been up since 6AM and it’s too much. You try to keep it in and just… tell him how it went, but nope, it all just comes out and Jumin is left dumbfounded as you end up sobbing.
  • okay, maybe he didn’t focus enough on how you felt.
  • He hugs you, lets you cry, and says it’ll be alright. One test won’t determine your life, one class won’t determine your life, and - shoot, he’s sorry. He really just wanted to be engaged in your life and helping you do your very best, but he kind of went too far, didn’t he…?
  • The two of you don’t talk about school for the rest of the day, and he reads you to sleep that night as you drink a nice glass of apple cider.

707

  • SEVEN, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HACK THE SCHOOL SYSTEM AND CHANGE ALL MY GRADES
  • He helps you in other ways, though - he’s a smart cookie, and he knows how to study. He hits the books with you, gives you advice on your papers…
  • Sometimes, he’ll adjust his glasses and pretend like he’s ‘Seven-Sensei’ who will teach you about magic and the stars!
  • (it makes you laugh.)
  • He makes you robots to help cheer you up, little cats and dogs that’ll sing to you and tell you jokes whenever you turn them on. Whenever you’re having a really hard time, he’ll redecorate the apartment to make it a little more magical - like putting stars on the ceiling or glitter on the walls.
  • One day, you stumble home, completely at your limit from everything… and when you approach the security system door…
  • It sings you a welcome home! song.
  • Seven sweeps you into a hug immediately as you enter. Was this a whim of his? How had you known your day had been awful? But he dances with you, twirls you around, dips you to some K-Pop he has playing, and gives you a huge grin.
  • Everything feels… better at home.
  • He makes you take an hour break - which you cry during, because you’re so overwhelmed even thinking about school - and then helps you half-ass your work into a state that’s good enough for now. It’s a bit easier, when you don’t hold yourself to such high standards.
  • The two of you have some space program or another playing while you’re working, and occasionally he’ll point at the TV and babble some space-fact. Sometimes it’s real, sometimes it’s just something he came up with on the spot… but it’s always a funny little distraction.

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Steal my sales? They're all yours.

(warning: long story)

This story takes place back when I was selling high end used cars. We carried everything from your luxury Hummers, to your Ferrari, Rolls Royce, and twice while I worked there, Bugatti.

We were paid a base salary, at the time $1,500 a week, and we worked 10 hours a day, 12 days on, 2 days off. We also got a commission for every sale, with a base line of $500 per car, up to $7,500 on my largest sale, a Ford GT40.

We were expected to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and if any of our customers had a problem, it was our problem too, and we needed to get it solved as a top priority.

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anonymous asked:

I HEADCANON THAT IWAIZUMI HAJIME HAS A THING FOR SHORT SLIGHTLY MORE ON THE CHUBBIER SIDE GIRLS WHERE HE THINKS THEY'RE JUST SO SOFT AND SWEET AND THEY WOULD BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHERE HE JUST MELTS FOR AND I JUST WANTED TO GET THAT OUT THERE TO MY FAVOURITE BLOG ON TUMBLR ALSO HAPPY CNY I WISH YOU WEALTH AND HAPPINESS AND GREAT HEALTH AND WELFARE IN YOUR LIFE <3

Thank you so much for your well wishes and your flattery >////< I know what you’re up to! I wish you all the best too, and may you be happy and satisfied with this upcoming year. :)


Here, have some chubs s/o Iwaizumi headcanons!

  • You can’t just grow up around people like Hanamaki, or Yahaba or Oikawa and be vain. Like, it’s just not spiritually possible. And Iwaizumi is really, really good at not being vain.
    • In fact, he just wants to get on with life, tbvh.
  • Soft? Sweet smiles and cheeky grins? He melts into a large puddle each time you shoot him one of those, glancing up from your height at his chin and looking out from under those lashes he can’t ever seem to see under.
    • He reaches out to hold you then- by the face, by your hands, by your waist- anything, as long as he can touch you because:
  • Iwaizumi is a very physical man. Don’t shoot him sly looks or knowing glances too much because he seriously has a lifetime supply being Oikawa’s neighbour. Just love him. Love him.

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pettypingpongpaddle  asked:

they're so mad at jashi bc they think jack and bravo is a canon thing....

I don’t think that’s it, I did my own creeping and found that it’s the age difference is the dominating reason why anit-jashi’s are a thing. People use the Aang is like 100 years older than Katara argument, but I agree you can’t really compare Jashi to Kataang. 

Aang was frozen for 100 years and did not experience 100 years worth of events. Jack was around 25 at the start of the series and 50 years later, he’s got 75 years of experience under his belt. However, this does not amount to any abuse or pedophilia. 

A great counter to the age argument would be RoseX10. The Doctor was like 900 years old when meeting Rose Tyler. He has over 900 years of experience and no one really seems to complain about their romance. Sure, Rose ended up with a “human” version of the Doctor, but still, the “human” form had all of the memories of their past adventures and then some. 

Now this whole “Born Sexy Yesterday” trope does somewhat apply to Ashi. She has little understanding of the outside world other than combat, basic survival, and pain from her abusive mother. Now parts of the trope that align with Ashi would be (based off this video explaining the trope): Beautiful and deadly, naive, and disrobing in front of her love interest. What does not align with Ashi would be: “Profoundly naive” or “unimaginably wise” or “stupid”. She is not innocent or an ornament to Jack. This trope does not describe their relationship. She is not otherworldly or so completely different. 

Ashi is naive, but not completely naive, just mostly deprived of experience and pretty ignorant. She is naive in her physical form. She does not understand sex appeal, but she is still a human who just so happens to feel emotions humans can feel such as curiosity, compassion, and love. If you say “she knows nothing about love”, well love cannot really be taught. It’s a complicated emotion that she is now learning and embracing, which is fine. Also may I point out that the video even mentions that this trope wouldn’t be so problematic if the “male hero was also inexperienced and our two protagonists could experience love and sex together”. Which is a very true statement and is very much presented in Samurai Jack. Jack has been betrayed by women before and really has not experienced real love until Ashi. Ashi is someone he can trust and rely on and it is the same on Ashi’s side as well. Both are inexperienced, and both are equally powerful. Ashi is not portrayed as whimsically naive or stupid. She observes and learns what she can without endangering herself or others around her. She is smart and cautious yet curious. She is willing to learn, but in a way you or I would learn something new. Women who fall under the “Born Sexy Yesterday” trope are portrayed as whimsically naive, similar to a child’s way of thinking. They are considered “stupid” or “obnoxiously naive” or “obtuse” and must be held by the hand to do what is considered simple tasks such as reading or showering or going through doors. Ashi does not need this sort of guidance. Jack provides her spiritual and moral guidance and lets her learn things on her own rather than holding her hand through the truth. She figures out the truth about Jack on her own without his complete interference. 

Okay so the disrobing part was interesting because when you rewatch and fully understand the meaning behind Ashi’s “disrobing” it is more for comical value rather than sexualizing Ashi. In fact, right after Ashi loses her dress, all focus is put on the flustered Jack, who completely fumbles on his words and overall kind of fucks up on his explanations. It was a scene to develop Jack more as the respectful (and possibly virgin) man who disrobes himself to cover up Ashi. No, this isn’t a “man saves woman from nudity”. This is a “Jack is a really really nice guy who is probably a virgin and Ashi is here focused more on survival” moment. 

Another thing that bothers me is that this trope also includes a power imbalance and a “Normal dude gets the out of this world girl”. These two characteristics of this gross trope are not present in Samurai Jack. Both Ashi and Jack are strong an fairly balanced. Sure, Jack beat Ashi once, but look, Ashi tore up a goddamn army then proceeded to take down the woman who trained her. Ashi is never presented as weak or helpless or dependent on Jack. They are pretty dependent on each other. Ashi saved Jack before he killed himself, Jack saved Ashi from living as an ignorant assassin. Ashi protected Jack while he was meditating on top of the rock, jack protected Ashi from the blow from the Ghost. If anything, they are the most deadliest couple at this point. Jack is also not a normal dude with nothing to live for. He’s the compassionate protagonist who fights for reasons that are not for his own benefit. Ashi is not just some out of this world trinket girl. She is an assassin who was abused and was forced to train all her life to kill one man. It was not her choice to live as she had, but she made the choice to change her life all by herself. 

And lastly, they’re happy??? Let them be happy please. They found peace and happiness with each other so please let them have it. Their relationship, although unfortunately rushed (this is a whole essay by itself), is still better written than most other romances written in popular media. 

Sorry this got ranty, but this whole Anti-Jashi bs is giving me war flashbacks with the anti-reylo bs rising.

teacher!au / junhui

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part 4/13 in the teacher!au series

other parts: s.coups / jeonghan / joshua / jun / hoshi

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Your Stars Are My Stars

The one where Sirius is in the marines and Remus can’t go with him and doesn’t know how to be without him.


(quick side note please read for triggers: So, some of you I think have caught on to the fact that Remus has an anxiety disorder in this fic. Just to warn people, I don’t know if this qualifies as triggering or not because it really isn’t super bad or anything but Remus does have a little more of a described panic attack than ever previously written. Just letting you know!)

(Another side note: This is (and I’m sure about it this time) the last chapter… can’t really believe it. This was my first full fic and I just… thank you to everyone who read it, commented on it, sent me messages about it because, and I think I speak for all authors, it means the WORLD when people do that. It definitely means the world to me. So, thank you so much and I love you guys and I hope you enjoy!)


part xii


Remus wakes slowly. For the first time in a long time, nothing brings him out of his slumber. There is no sudden jolt out of a terrifying dream, one that leaves him gasping and shaking, only to find himself in a even more terrifying reality. There is no being caught in a seemingly constant half-asleep state and having his eyes forced open by a sudden horrible thought. Instead he wakes slowly. But even that in itself is terrifying for a moment or two. Because for a second, he doesn’t remember yesterday’s events. For a second, his chest defaults back into its heavy state, his heart returns to it’s place in his throat. His body curls in on itself, desperate to return to blissfully ignorant sleep.

But then reality kicks in. And for the first time in a long time, it’s welcomed.

Remus stretches out, trying to get his muscles to unclench. He can’t help the small smile that forms on his face, his eyes opening slowly, as his toes hit other cold toes, his palms reaching and pressing to a warm chest.

Sirius is still asleep. He’s asleep right beside Remus and he’s breathing softly and suddenly Remus can’t breathe.

His heart feels like it’s pressing tightly against the back of his ribcage, unsure what to do with the sudden close proximity of the thing it had been reaching out for for so long. Like it had tried to grow in an effort to not be so desperate for Sirius and now his chest was wound so tight, Remus felt like he’d burst. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant feeling.

He reached out, tracing his fingers through Sirius’ dark hair lightly. He didn’t want to wake him, but he needed the contact.

Sirius had been only slightly off last night. Not for too long, but the moment they got in the car, Remus could tell how uncertain he was, how exhausted. Sirius blamed it on the time zones, his medicine, the flight. But Remus had found Bones’ eyes in the review mirror and he knew.

He might be different.

So Remus didn’t push. He kept him close, practically crying every time Sirius brought their entwined fingers up to press a kiss to Remus’ hand, every time Sirius laughed at the way he blinked the tears away. But he didn’t push.

He didn’t push when they entered the flat either and a blank expression took over Sirius’ face. No matter how much it scared him, how much it made him want to break down, he would not be the one that needed to be held together this time. He couldn’t be.

Bones had shook Sirius’ hand, hugged Remus (who made him promise he’d come over for dinner sometime) and left them at the door. It had gotten very quiet then.

“D’you want some tea, Pads?”

Sirius didn’t answer, he just looked around their living room like he’d never seen it before.

“Pads?”

His head turned towards Remus then, eyebrows raised, “Hm? Sorry, what?”

Remus bit his lip before trying for a smile. He could see Sirius’ scars catching the light. He could see the purple under his eyes.

He’s fine. You’re fine.

“Do you want some tea?”

“Oh.” Sirius furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before nodding, “God. Yes. Yeah, I do. That-“ He let out a little laugh, “Sort of forgot that existed for a second. Tea.”

Remus leaned onto his toes, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ cheek. He slid Sirius’ pack off his shoulders, freezing for a second when Sirius flinched.

“No, s’okay. Just sore.” He took one look at Remus’ face and slid it from his back the rest of the way on his own, letting it fall to the floor. He pressed a palm to Remus’ neck, his thumb tilting his chin up. Remus’ eyes were desperately trying to cover up the small amount of panic threatening to surface.

“Hey.” Sirius pressed a warm palm to Remus’ back, “I’m okay-“

“No, I know.” Remus blinked a few times, palm smoothing down the collar of Sirius’ uniform, “I know.” His eyes followed his fingers for a moment, tracing over the rough name patch, bumping over the embroidered BLACK there. Then he looked up, a soft but slightly strained smile covering his face, “I know you are… I’m- I’m going to get you that tea. Cinnamon, yeah?”

Sirius bit his lip, studying Remus, but decided not to press the subject. He knew Remus was trying to be strong. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be, that he wanted to take care of Remus again just as much as Remus thought he had to take care of Sirius… but he didn’t press, he let the moment pass.

“Could- Could you make it like you always do? With the honey and the- y’know the little biscuits?” Sirius smiled sheepishly.

Sirius could see that this, although it made a wide grin cross Remus’ face, also make fresh tears spring to his eyes.

Remus sniffed, letting out a watery laugh and pressed a quick burst of kisses to Sirius’ lips, “Fuck, sorry.” He shook his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to wipe his eyes, “Of course I can.”

Sirius just shook his head smiling, pressing another soft kiss to Remus’ lips, “‘m gonna change, yeah?”

Remus nodded, sniffing and mumbling something about how all of Sirius’ socks were clean and his pajamas were on the bed. And suddenly Sirius felt a bit like crying too. Because that was so… Remus. So home.

Remus was true to his word.

Sirius pushed their bedroom door open slowly. Five o’clock light flooded through the window making everything look soft and… almost unreal. It certainly felt unreal. Sirius felt a lump rise in his throat. He walked forward, his boots too heavy and hard looking against the soft white rug. He ran his fingertips over their quilted bedspread, over the carefully folded t-shirt and pajama pants sitting at the end of the bed. It was hard to imagine that, just this morning, he had been gingerly pulling the last of his bandages off of his body. That he had even been in a hospital, in a different country, just this morning… and that now, now he was here. He was home and Remus was just in the other room making tea. There is a war going on and he’d almost died in it and now he was about to put his pajamas on. He was about to have tea and biscuits. It all seemed like a distant memory, like it might’ve not happened at all, and still it felt as if it was right in the front of his mind, pressing against his scull.

Sirius let out a breath, unaware he’d even been holding it at all, and started carefully undoing the buttons of his jacket. The thick canvas made a dull thud against the floor, followed by his trousers. He had to admit, he felt a bit stupid, running his hands over his old pajamas, his bedspread, once more before slipping the plaid pants on. But he couldn’t help it. It all felt new and old at the same time, like he hadn’t been there in years when, in reality, it had been only a few months… a few months that had stretched themselves into a lifetime. He tried to ignore the way the cloth pants hung a little looser on his hips. He was just reaching for his t-shirt when there was a shattering sound from behind him. Sirius whipped around, his hands unknowingly reaching for his hip where a gun had been placed more often than not.

But what he saw as he turned was not an enemy. There was no guns or men looking to harm him. There were no grenades or shouting or friends and comrades he had to cover for. There was no war going on behind him. Instead, there was Remus. Remus with his eyes flashing through so many different stages of pain and sadness that they looked like melting gold through the tears suddenly welling there. Remus with trembling hands. Remus with a a smashed cup and saucer at his feet, three biscuits melting in the still steaming tea puddle on the floor.

“I-“ Remus stared down at the shattered mess at his feet and then trailed his eyes back up to Sirius.

And, as Sirius watched Remus’ eyes dart frantically around his body, he understood.

“Re… Remus, c’mere.” But even as he said it, Sirius was the one to walk forward, guiding Remus around the fractured ceramic and into his arms, pressing him tightly to his warm skin. He held his lips to the top of Remus’ head and he felt Remus shutter in his arms, felt his breathing escalating against his neck.

“Remus, it’s okay.” Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple, “It’s okay, Moons, I promise-“

“No. No-“ Remus pulled back a little, eyes trained on the small, round scars that littered Sirius’ body now: his shoulder, his chest, his side. Sirius saw Remus’ fingers trembling as he reached out, brushing his fingertips across one on his shoulder, the way Sirius had the bedspread moments before.

“I can’t-” Remus tried to breathe deeply but his heart was beating so hard he felt as though he could feel the shape of it in his chest, “It isn’t. It isn’t. Pads, someone- someone did this to you-“ But Remus cut himself off, his head falling forward against Sirius’ shoulder.

He was mad at himself. Remus had promised himself he wouldn’t fall apart. In the kitchen, going through the familiar process of making tea, he had been fine. He had been more than fine, he had been smiling. To himself. He’d felt like his face would split with all the sudden use. Sirius was in the other room, and he was making tea for him, and he would bring it to him. Maybe they’d lay in bed together, maybe watch a movie or talk. They could do anything because they had more than 45 minutes. They had more than a Sunday now, they had a lifetime.

And when Remus had walked into the bedroom he had been smiling then too. Because, for a while there, he didn’t think he’d ever see the sight of Sirius waiting for him again. Pulling on his sweatpants and waiting for him. But then his eyes had fallen on the small, slightly raised circular scars on his back. He hadn’t expected them. He should have. Of course he would have the scars. Of course there would be remnants of what had happened to him. No matter how much Remus wanted to forget, it had happened. Sirius had been shot. Sirius had almost died.

And then Sirius had turned around, and Remus saw that the scars were on his front too, mirroring their counter-parts on his back. And Remus slipped. The tea slipped.

Remus felt Sirius’ cheek pressed to his temple, his arms looping around him and his hands spanning his back.

Remus wanted to kick himself because you’re the one who should be holding Sirius right now. Jesus fucking Christ he was in a war. You were at home. You have to be able to handle this. He’s home there’s nothing to cry about-

“They’re scars, Re.”

Sirius voice was soft, made even softer somehow by the warmth of the room.

Remus blinked and tears fell away from his eyes. He watched them fall against Sirius’ chest. He turned his head, pressing his cheek to the warm skin, his ear to the steady heartbeat. His hooded eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the small crescent just below Sirius’ collarbone, in the valley between it and his bicep muscle. It was so small. It seemed too small to have been able to cause both of them so much pain.

Remus’ voice barely came out, “I know.”

Sirius’ fingers trailed over the length of Remus’ spin, “They mean I made it.”

Remus sucked in a breath. He leaned back, looking up at Sirius. He looked so calm.

Sirius offered him a small, slightly sad smile, “Right? I made it, didn’t I?” He brushed a hand through Remus’ hair, eyes flickering over his face, “Like I promised?”

Remus stood there motionless for a beat, then nodded his head. He reached up, thumb brushing over the little scar below Sirius’ lip, “Like you promised.”

He replaces the touch with his lips. He felt Sirius press into him as he practically gathered Remus against his chest, like he was holding him together. And really, if Remus thinks about it, he is. Sirius kisses him hard and slow, and Remus’ hands smooth down over his his cheeks, resting on his neck. He grips Sirius’ shoulders, tilting his chin up to press their mouths together harder, only to, once again, freeze when Sirius lets out a small noise and winces.

“Shit- Shit-“

Sirius rolls his shoulder a little but can’t help but laugh at Remus’ face, eyes crinkling, “Re, it’s okay. It’s alright, you were just… getting into it.”

Remus feels heat rise to his cheeks and Sirius just laughs again and ducks down, pressing another long kiss to Remus’ lips, “You’re cute.” He grins into the kiss, “Forgot how cute you are.”

Remus just rolls his eyes and blocks Sirius from kissing him again by, somewhat dramatically, turning his head to the side. This only causes Sirius’ kiss to land on his jaw, which leads Sirius’ to pepper kisses all down Remus’ neck, then trail them across his cheeks and nose. He comes to rest with their foreheads pressed together, and they’re both grinning. There’s no small hints of sadness to it this time, they’re just smiling at each other.

“Jesus.” Sirius breathes after a few moments.

“Hm?” Remus questions, looping his arms around Sirius’ neck once more- carefully.

Sirius just kind of shakes his head a little, jostling Remus while he’s at it, and let’s out a sigh, “Nothing, just… Just don’t know how I got on with just a picture of you, s’all. Just phone calls.”

Remus nods, “Yeah, why don’t we write letters?”

Sirius’ grin melts into a smirk, “Because you’d keep every single one and just weep over them.”

Remus gasps, eyes widening, but he was already laughing to hard to pull off any form of mock-anger. He hit Sirius softly in the chest in a vain attempt to prove his point, “Fucking tosser.”

Sirius’ smirk melts into a soft smile as he captures the hand Remus had hit him with and holds it against his chest, “Yes, but your tosser.”

And then Remus is melting a little bit too. He might just join the puddle of tea and biscuits on the floor if Sirius keeps looking at him like that.

He bites his lip, the smiling still breaking through, and laces his fingers through the soft hair curling at the back of Sirius’ neck, “Yeah. I suppose so.”

Remus can’t help but just stand there looking for a moment, just taking it all in. He didn’t expect it to feel this normal so quickly. He didn’t know what to expect to be honest, but here they are. And he knows that it won’t all be like this. Sirius is still healing, he’s just begun to heal - Remus has seen this, in the car, and when Sirius walked in to their apartment - but he will heal. And he’s right here, beautiful and laughing and cracking jokes and kissing him. And so fucking alive that Remus imagines he can feel the energy, the relief, rolling of of him.

“What?” Sirius bumps his nose against Remus’, “You’re staring.”

Remus blinks a few times, “What? Oh. Nothing.” But a grin is breaking the surface again and he shakes his head, a soft, relieved laugh escaping, “Nothing just- Here, we’ll-“ He turns, looking at the mess by the door and tiptoeing carefully around it, “We’ll clean that up later, and I’ll make some tea while you put on a shirt. Actually-“

Sirius’ heart stutters as Remus peaks back around the doorframe, eyes more brilliant than any picture Sirius could ever take. He feels weak for all the right reasons.

Remus smirks, “Scratch the shirt part.”

And Sirius laughs and obeys, quickly following Remus into the hallway and capturing him in his arms again before he even makes it to the kettle.

daily-thoughts-of-an-insomniac  asked:

Can you do a Solangelo where when you meet your soulmate your chest starts glowing and Will is all popular and Nico is the quiet artsy type and they just look at each other when it happens and it's like fudge because they're in completely different social classes (high school au I guess)

Solangelo Soulmate/High School AU


Everyone knew that when you meet your soulmate your chest would start glowing, your soulmate’s would too. It was a somewhat normal sight to see on a day to day basis, but it usually happened to adults. Soulmates are NEVER found as children and its super rare to find your soulmate before eighteen, but here were the facts. It DID happen, and it happened in the worst way, at least that’s how Nico thought of it.

He was just minding his own business; he didn’t have many friends after all, seeing as he just transferred to this school from one in Virginia. Nico was quiet and tended to stick to his sketchbooks rather than reality. He avoided any and all interactions with the “popular” crowd. It was a habit he kept from his previous school.

Nico walked into his first class and directly to the teacher’s desk as instructed by the lady at the front desk. He heard whispers break out in the back of the room, but he ignored them. He was used to the unwanted attention; switching schools as many times as he had will do that to you. Nico handed his transfer slip to the teacher and he smiled at the small Italian boy. The teacher, Mr. Brunner, motioned for Nico to stand at the front of the class. The dark haired boy sighed and dutifully made his way to the front of the class, keeping his eyes trained on the ground.

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Arguments about why characters aren't abusive and why they're null and void...

But he/she loves them! He/she cares about them more than anything in the world.

Love does not negate abuse. You can love someone and still abuse them; those two things are not mutually exclusive. It’s not about them, it’s not about their intentions, and it’s not about how much they do or don’t love their victim. This is about the effect their actions are having on the victim.

But he/she has gone through so much! They’ve been abused themselves, they’ve suffered so much, it’s completely understandable why they act the way they do.

For the most part, these are characters that are fleshed-out and have extensive histories/backstories for us to delve into. We understand them, and of course we understand why they do the things they do. But while past actions or experiences might explain current behaviour, that doesn’t excuse it.

Did you know that 1 in 8 victims of abuse become abusers themselves? Abuse is often a pattern. And while you could argue that perhaps some people have less of a choice in what they do (individuals born with the ‘psychopath brain’, people who have experienced trauma, people who grew up in abusive households etc.), these are self-aware adults. It’s okay to sympathise with them, but they are still responsible for their actions.

But your so-called 'victim’ is also horrible to this so-called 'abuser’! Look at all these terrible things they’ve done.

Firstly - abuse can be mutual. One can be both a victim of abuse and an abuser. As previously stated - abuse is often a pattern. Sometimes a person can be the victim and the abuser to the same person. Abuse is a pattern of behaviour that can be identified

Secondly - no relationship is perfect. Nobody is going to be the absolute epitome of love and affection to another individual; never raise their voice, never argue back, never hurt them, never upset them. (And those are pretty narrow specifications for you to be able to consider somebody a 'victim’, I’d seriously consider you re-think that). But there is a difference between being horrible, or doing bad things, or not being the best sibling/parent/child/partner/friend, and being abusive. If you’re still struggling to tell the difference, google it. There are plenty of extremely helpful resources for identifying abuse.

Thirdly - even if an individual is the most horrible person in the world, that doesn’t negate the fact they’re being abused. Anybody can be a victim of abuse. Anybody can be an abuser. Never forget that, because the moment you do, you open up the door for abuse.

But it’s fiction - it can be interpreted any way you like.

This isn’t about subjective opinions. It’s about recognising a pattern of behaviour. You can interpret Edward and Bella’s relationship to be healthy, or Christian Grey and Ana’s relationship to be consentual - that doesn’t make it true. Abuse is a pattern of behaviour that you can recognise and identify.

But they’re just fictional characters! Jeez stop getting your knickers in such a twist, it’s just a show/book/movie! It doesn’t matter. They’re not real.

Fiction is important. Representation is important. This is not something we should still have to be discussing.

When an abuse victim sees themselves on screen; when they look at the TV and find a character who is just like them, who is being treated just like them, what does it say that people glorify or excuse or romanticize or defend the behaviour of the abusive character? What does it say to the abuser sitting there watching too? What does it say to anybody for that matter?

And even if fiction had no emotional impact on people (which we know it does - fiction has the power to have an very big and very real impact on people’s entire lives), it is still important to be able to recognise abuse for what it is. If you cannot recognise patterns of abuse displayed on screen, if you refuse to see them because you favour the character who is being abusive, then what makes you think you will be able to recognise and thus prevent it in real life?

My take on how Riley realizes her feelings for Farkle.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> It takes place after GM Goodbye.<p/><b>Location:</b> The Matthew's Living Room.<p/><b></b> Riley's family and friends are having a party to celebrate the good news. Everyone is dancing. Riley sits on the bench at the kitchen table. She doesn't look happy. She stares at the ground. Morgan goes to her.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Riley, why aren't you celebrating?<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks up to Morgan) I just don't feel like celebrating at the moment.<p/><b></b> Morgan sits next to her.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Do you want to talk about it?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't want to even think about it, let alone talk about it.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> If you change your mind, I'll be over there. You can always talk to me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thank you, aunt Morgan.<p/><b></b> Riley gives her a hug. Morgan walks back to the rest of the group. Riley walks to her room. Farkle stops dancing with Smackle and follows Riley.<p/><b>Location:</b> Riley's bedroom.<p/><b></b> Riley is sitting at the bay window. Tears are falling on her cheeks. Farkle walks in.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, are you ok?<p/><b></b> Riley wipes her face.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Yeah.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the bay window and sits next to Riley.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Why are you crying?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm just emotional.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It's more than that. I know you Riley. We don't lie to each other. You can talk to me about anything.<p/><b></b> Farkle puts his arm around her. She rests her head on his shoulder.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I know. But I need to figure it out on my own.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I'm always here for you. Now and forever.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thank, Farkle. Same goes for me. But I need some time to think about things alone.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Ok.<p/><b></b> They both stand up and hug each other.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I love you Farkle.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> And I love you.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the door. Riley sits down and stares at Farkle as he is leaving. Farkle looks back and smiles at Riley. Riley smiles back. Farkle leaves. Riley starts to have tears falling down. She hears a knock on her door. She wipes her face again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Come in.<p/><b></b> Morgan walks in.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Farkle sent me to check on you. He's worried about you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I told him I'm fine.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> But obviously you're not. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You're gonna think I'm a bad person.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> I would never think that about you. You don't have a bad bone in your body.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Well, I think I'm a bad person.<p/><b></b> Morgan hugs Riley.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Just tell me what's wrong.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know where to start.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Just start talking.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Lately I've been confused alot. I've been confused for a while.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Confused about what?<p/><b>Riley:</b> My feelings for Lucas. My feelings for Farkle.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Ok.<p/><b>Riley:</b> When Lucas and I started to date, I was really happy. He's my first love. But it feels like something is missing. A spark or something. I can't explain it. I love him, I do. But there are times when I feel that he doesn't get me. In the past when I was going through things, he wouldn't even noticed or he'll be the last one to find out. I don't think he does it on purpose, but it hurts. Sometimes I feel we are better off as friends than a couple.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> How does Farkle fit in all of this?<p/><b></b> Riley starts walking back and forth.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That's what I'm confused about. Farkle has always been my best friend. He's always just been there. I knew him as the goofy kid who had a crush on me and Maya. He wanted to take over the world. He used to wear turtlenecks. I missed those turtlenecks. He promised me and Maya that he would love us equally. He kept his promise. But there are moments when I see him in a different way and it terrifies me.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Why does it terrify you?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because I think I could be falling in love with him. I look back on all the memories that we have together and I don't know why I couldn't see it sooner. We have great talks. We can talk for hours. We read each other really well. He puts my happiness above his. We both can tell when the other is lying. Today is the perfect example. He knew I wasn't ok, when I told him I was. There are so many things I wished I seen sooner. If I knew how I felt sooner, I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm in a relationship with Lucas. Farkle's in a relationship with Smackle. I don't want to hurt Lucas or Smackle. Plus, Farkle doesn't feel the same way. I can't let anyone know. I have to keep it to myself.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Can't you tell Maya?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. I was the one who started the whole triangle dilemma. If I told her about my feelings for Farkle, not only did I take Lucas from her, but also Farkle.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> That's not what happened and you know it. Maya's your best friend. She would understand that your feelings changed. Sometimes what you feel for one person can just change. It's nobody's fault. It just happens. It's how you handle it, that makes you the person you are.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But I'm supposed to stay with Lucas. He's my first love. My mom was my dad's first love and they're still together.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Riley, I love you but you're acting stupid.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> You're not your parents. Just because they fell in love at a young age, and stay together for the majority of their life, doesn't mean you have to do the same. You are your own person. You had feelings for Lucas since you were 12. You can't expect to have the same exact feelings three years later. I'm not saying he's not the one for you, only you can decide that. But it doesn't have to be now. You're only 15.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What should I do?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> In my opinion, I think you should break up with him, if you have feelings for another guy. It's not fair to him, you or even Farkle if you stay with him. You need to be honest with Lucas.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> It might be awkward at first, but I think eventually you two will go back to being friends. Just think about what I said. It's not right to stay with him when you love Farkle. You're not a bad person. I love you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I love you too.<p/><b></b> Morgan hugs Riley and leaves. Riley sits at the bay window. Lucas walks in.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> There you are.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hi, Lucas.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> Are you ok?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know. But we need to talk.<p/><b></b> The end.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
BSD Novel: Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era (Chapter 4, Part 7)

A brief respite. This part is hands down one of favourite parts of the novel, so please enjoy! Thanks to @nakaharachuyaa @mlntyoonqi and @bananasaurr for proofreading efforts once again.

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babylonqaf  asked:

Any chance I could ask for a jealous Raphael who is very tired of his Simon spending his time with the Shadowhunters? I love your stories on AO3 (even those there's only two, they're really good!) and I'm absolute trash for Saphael, especially for jealous!Raph ^.^

Sorry this took a little longer than usual. I hope you enjoy it because I sure did. Jealous!Raph is my jam. Also yes join us in the Saphael trash heap, we are very welcoming of new members to add to the pile. 

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Raphael knows he needs to be patient with the fledgling. Knows that if he wants him to stick around he needs to give him a reason to. But it’s not like Simon ever makes it easy. Raphael thinks he purposely messes up, purposely rambles through half of his training sessions, he purposely gets on Raphael’s nerves.

Which isn’t hard to do but with Simon it’s different. He annoys the shit out of Raphael but the dumbass has gotten under his skin at the same time. Raphael worries about him when he leaves on ‘walks’. He actually listens to his rambles. Goddammit he didn’t absolutely eviscerate the twerp for ruining his jackets. If it had been anyone else Raphael would have given them a hard time. But Simon’s different for some reason. He makes Raphael think differently.

What an asshole.

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“Where are you going” Raphael asks after their training session. He tries to sound casual but Simon’s got that look on his face. That look is the ‘Clary just texted me’ look.  Raphael knows it all too well.

“I’m headin’ out, I’ll be back before sunrise I promise and I wont start war with the Clave and blah blah blah blah. Y'know the speech by now” Simon says dismissively, eyes still glued to his phone.

“You should stick around. We are your family now” Raphael says, biting back  'and not those shadowhunters’. Simon gives him a tight lipped smile. “Sorry, duty calls”.

Raphael pretends he’s not as hurt by that as he is.

Simon goes as always. He makes it back before sunrise, as always. He’s considerably more haggard than he when he left, as always. Raphael says nothing to him …. as always.

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“Liked the way you handled yourself in this negotiation,  stick around”

“I’m ambassador to the werewolves it’s very .. time consuming”

“Let me take that burden off your shoulders, as of now you’ve been recalled. You’re adviser to the interim chapter president”

Simon looks as if he’s going to start an argument.

“Don’t complain. My new adviser has to stay here”

“It’s okay” Simon says to Clary. “Just go. Really”

“Thank you” The shadowhunter says, placing a kiss on Simon’s cheek. 

Raphael feels odd, like someone is poking him in the gut, he tries to push the feeling down, now is really not the time. “Both of you”.

Then she’s gone but Simon is still there. For some reason it doesn’t feel as right as Raphael imagined it would.

“That was unnecessary” Simon says the moment he’s sure Clary’s gone.

“Keeps you out of Shadowhunter business” Raphael replies with a shrug, trying not to be too defensive.

“No, it keeps you out of the Claves eye” Simon throws back before running from the room.

Raphael lets out a pained sigh. Dios he was getting no where with the fledgling.

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It’s one of the rare nights Simon sticks around and actually fulfills his duties as adviser to the interim chapter president. Mostly he argues with him on the decisions he’s making before Raphael sends him away. He can almost hear Magnus laughing at his failed attempts to make Simon accept his new life. Every time he feels like he’s making progress it always ends up being a dead end.

But rare nights like these happen. Where Simon isn’t exactly quiet but he’s not arguing with him on every single detail. He mostly just accompanies Raphael on whatever business he has to attend to, prattling away the whole while about mundane pop culture. Raphael knows for a fact that Simon thinks he doesn’t listen but he stores away the knowledge for later.

“.. and then there’s what I think is the best scene in the movie. I mean most people would argue it’s the float scene but I will defend Cameron destroying the car until I die…. well I technically already did that since I’m already dead but still!”

This is the third movie Simon has described that night. He says he’s educating Raphael on the ways of 'John Hughes’. It starts because Raphael had briefly mentioned seeing Breakfast Club and it spiraled from there. So far he’s gotten a 'Simon Synopsis’ on Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, now he’s on Ferris Beullers Day Off.

Simon gets cut off in the middle of describing 'the most unnecessary yet greatest chase scene in any teen movie ever’ by the door of Raphael’s study being blown open. Lily comes with a bleeding Henry sagging against her. Raphael’s up like a shot, panic flooding him but he tries to stay calm.

“What happened?” He asks as he slips an arm under Henry, gently helping the younger vampire over to one of the gold couches. The blood is going to stain but Raphael doesn’t care. One of his own has been hurt.

“Demon attack” Lily says, her mouth is set in a thin line. Her eyes never leave Henry’s form. Henry is one of the younger vampires in their clan. Maybe a decade older than Simon.

“Patrolling…

came out of no where….

held it off…

I …” He was clearly struggling to get the words out, hand clutched to his side where the blood was most prominent.

*Shhhh, it’s okay" Raphael hushes him, tenderly pushing his tawny hair out of his face. Henry gives him a weak smile. He knows tonight might be his last. Raphael’s not going to let that happen. He’s not Camille. He can make this right. 

“Lily get him to the infirmary, see what Leonard can do for him. Go fast we might not have much time I….” Raphael finds himself being cut off by Henry’s hand gripping his shoulder. “You know as well as I brother, that I wont make it through the night. Please just let me go peacefully, not being prodded by a doctor” Raphael’s heart breaks at the words but he knows Henry’s right. For someone so young he had always been wise.

“No there’s got to be something we can do. We can call the shadowhunters or … or Magnus. We can’t just give up!” Its the first time Simon’s spoken since the others arrival.

“Shadowhunters rarely …… care for downworlders in need fl-fledgling. And I’m… I’m too far gone for even …..  Magic to save me” Henry bites out clearly in pain.

Raphael grips his hand, feeling useless. How could Camille do this? How could Camille turn off her emotions while one of her own died before her eyes? Raphael doesn’t think this would ever not hurt. He supposes that’s where they differ as leaders.

“Raphael.. I never regained the ability … to..pray. Could you…for me” Henry chokes out, he’s starting to look more and more grey as time goes on. Raphael swallows the lump in his throat, grips both of Henry’s hands and says the first prayer that comes to mind.

Dios te salve, Maria.
Llena eres de gracia:
El Seńor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres.
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre:
Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios,
ruega por nosotros pecadores,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amén.”


“Amen” The younger vampire echos back before he stills completely.
Silence descents not only in the room but in the hotel. Raphael knows everyone in the clan is feeling the loss just as badly as he is. Some have described it as having all the breath stolen from their lungs. Raphael’s always found it to be a stab in his heart.

xxxx

“Does it always feel like that?” Simon will ask later, after they’ve burned Henry’s body.

“Everytime” Raphael replies, there’s no point lying to him.  Simon becomes uncharacteristically quiet.  They’re in one of the common areas, Simon is standing by the fireplace, worrying his lip. Raphael watches him from his place on the couch. He’s not going to be able to go into his study without feeling an ache in his heart for a while.

“The sun’s rising you should sleep” Raphael says eventually, when the silence becomes too much to handle.

“Can I .. can I stay with you a little longer?” Simon asks, he looks so vunerable in that moment. Raphael can’t help but soften at the words. “Of course” He says and Simon moves to sit next to him on the couch.

They sit like that, together, for a very long time. Thigh pressed against thigh. They’re not saying anything but the silence isn’t as heavy as before.  A burden shared is a burden halfed

xxxx

“So Clary has asked me to be her date to Alec and Lydia’s wedding” Simon blurts out.

Raphael is checking blood stocks, making sure they have enough for the upcoming month. He glances up from his work, tries to ignore the seed of jealousy that’s grown in his stomach. Since Henry’s passing things have changed between them. Simon sticks around a hell of a lot more. He starts talking to more clan members than just Raphael. He’s starting to embrace his new life. And Raphael is trying very hard not to be too happy at this. He can’t show favoritism but it doesn’t help that he’s caught feelings for the fledgling.

Simon and his stupid face and stupider mega watt smile. His totally-not-endearing rambles and mannerisms. Magnus has been teasing him mercilessly about it. On one night the warlock encourages him to “just go for it before it’s too late”. His friend gets a look in his eye as he says this that speaks volumes on how he’s feeling. Magnus then proceeds to get shit faced and falls asleep on Raphael’s shoulder mumbling about 'stupid blue-eyed ridiculously gorgeous archers’.

Raphael does not 'just go for it’ instead he boxes up the feelings and shoves them in a corner, hoping that over time they’ll be forgotten. Because there’s no way Simon feels the same.

“So for the wedding I kind of need a suit” Simon’s nervously playing with the hem of shirt. It rides up a little exposing a small bit of flesh. Raphael can’t seem to form words he’s too enraptured by that small sliver of pale skin.

“So.. I uh was wondering if I could borrow one of your suits. I wont ruin it or anything I promise!” Simon swears and though Raphael would give the fledgling anything he wanted if he batted his eyelids enough Raphael’s not about to let him know that.

“What in the name of god makes you think I let you borrow one of my suits. Don’t you already have a  personal vendetta against my jackets?” Simon splutters at Raphael’s accusation.

“I do not have a personal vendetta against any of your clothing! C'mon Raphael I can’t show up to a wedding in jeans and t-shirt. I’m already gonna stick out with the whole vampire thing” Simon pleads. His eyes are getting ridiculously puppy like and Raphael is very close to cracking. 

“Yeah well you’re the one who wants to go to a shadowhunter wedding, not my problem” Raphael shrugs, leaning back smugly in his chair. Simon’s face goes from cute and pleading to devilish in seconds. “Oh but it is your problem. You’re my leader. Anything I do falls back on you and do you really want the vampires to be represented as disrespectful. Sloppy. Uncaring. And at one of the biggest shadowhunter weddings of the year?”

Simon is pinning him with his stare and Raphael has to physically stop himself from squirming. He lets silence hang for a moment, leveling Simon with his own cool look. He breaks the mexican stand-off vibe when he can’t help but crack a smile.

“I’m not gonna say I’m proud of you but I am impressed”

Simon blinks in confusion before he cracks his own smile. “So I can borrow one of your suits?” He asks. “Yeah but one scratch fledgling and you wont be able to talk your way out of what I have in store” Raphael threatens. Simon salutes him with an “aye aye captain”

What a fucking nerd.

xxxx

Raphael picks out a suit for Simon that would definitely fit him. Raphael’s a little shorter than he is so it takes a while but eventually he finds what he needs.

It’s a blue two piece that he pairs with a black shirt. He lets Simon have some privacy to try it on however then a shadowhunter shows up and it’s not the annoying redhead.

He doesn’t get a chance to see Simon until just before he leaves for the wedding. And Dios Raphael is a good christian but his thoughts are anything but holy when he sees Simon wearing his suit.

It fits well and compliments his features. He’s even styled his hair in the most adorable way.

Raphael’s never looked at someone and thought they were adorable before. 

Apparently Simon Lewis is an exception.

“So what do you think?” Simon asks, doing a little spin to show off. “You look great” Raphael replies, very glad vampires can’t blush. Simon looks startled but pleased at Raphael’s comment. It’s a look Raphael would like to see more often.

“You think Clary will like it?” The fledgling asks, smoothing down the blazer, because of course this is all for Clary. “She’ll love it” Raphael grits out, he wants to say other things, meaner things but he knows they all stem from jealousy.

The bright smile Simon flashes him almost makes up for the bitterness he feels.

Almost.

xxxx

“Raphael! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!” Simon yells the moment he returns to the hotel.

Raphael sighs and puts down his book, this should be good.

xxxx

“….so essentially it was like the graduate all over again except y'know two dudes but still it was magical” Simon finishes, his eyes are alight and he’s going a mile a minute but Raphael would happily watch him describe anything with that much enthusiasm even if it was something completely dull like taxes.

“Magnus always was a sucker for grand gestures of love” Raphael says, he can’t help but smile fondly. He hopes the next time he sees the warlock he might finally be free of the sadness that had clung to him for the past few weeks.

Raphael gets drawn out of his thoughts by the feeling of being watched. He looks over to Simon who’s look at him in a way that definitely makes him squirm.

“Y'know.. I um, the whole kissing thing it got me thinking..” Simon glances at Raphael’s lips in a way that is very obvious.

“That can’t be good” Raphael chokes out because this can’t be happening right now. Simon can’t be looking at him like.. like he wants him. That’s not how this works.

Simon shoots him a glare but moves closer none the less. “It got me thinking about … well us”

“Us” Raphael parrots back. He’s frozen in place now and his brain has gone on vacation because Simon is moving gradually forward, eyes never leaving him. 

Raphael swallows hard. This isn’t happening. He’s going to wake up any second because this can’t be happening.

“Yeah..” Simon says and Raphael can feel his breath on his face.

“..Us” and with a single swoop Simon’s lips crash into his. Raphael sees stars, but that’s mostly because Simon bashed his head against Raphael’s in an attempt to be romantic. 

He makes it up to him later. 

When the room stops spinning. 

the-assbender-whisperer  asked:

Congrats on all the followers you deserve them! <3 Cherik Prompt: Erik repeatedly and accidentally going in and out of different languages when muttering to himself and Charles trying to be subtle in his swooning of it. OR Charles or Erik waiting for the other at a date location and the other is late for the 3rd (or more) date in a row and they're getting anxious.

thank you! :3

Charles or Erik waiting for the other at a date location and the other is late for the 3rd (or more) date in a row and they’re getting anxious:

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Checking his watch for the 5th time in less than 5 minutes, Erik discovers he’s also tapping his foot in agitated impatience, which he previously didn’t realize people actually did in real life. It’s definitely warranted, though, he thinks in annoyance as he looks up and down the street one more time in hopes of catching sight of Charles, but no dice.

Pulling out his phone, Erik shoots off another terse text, his second in the last fifteen minutes. [Where are you?]

He and Charles were actually supposed to have met up a half hour ago. That was supposed to have been enough time to say hello, buy the movie tickets, stand in line for the concession stand and get a couple of sodas and maybe a popcorn to share, and then find good seats. But Erik has the tickets, two sodas tucked awkwardly under one arm while he balances the small bucket of popcorn in his hand, and the movie started ten minutes ago. Erik knows that the previews are probably still playing, and that they have at least ten more minutes’ worth of trailers before the actual film starts, but this is the 3rd date Charles has failed to arrive on their agreed time for, and Erik’s starting to wonder if this just isn’t going to work.

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anonymous asked:

I love your blog so much~ Could I request some thing like Kuroo has a childhood best friend, and they're very comfortable with each other. (Sleepovers, wearing his clothes.) One night he tells her his feelings when she gets jealous of another girl, and angrily tells him to go out with her?

Man, I keep making these Kuroo ones super long because I’m in love with him. Enjoy!


“Tetsuuuuuuu,” you whined.

You dropped onto your back and stretched your arms over your head with a yawn. The two of you had been sitting at the table doing homework for what felt like hours. Kuroo was still writing studiously, and you watched him work with a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, never looking up from his paper.

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?”

“I forgot them upstairs,” he replied.

You heaved a dramatic sigh before getting up and disappearing down the hallway. Your footsteps thundered up the stairs and he could hear you moving around in his room. When you came back down, you were clasping his reading glasses in your hand. You’d also put on one of his sweatshirts.

“Thanks,” he said, putting out his hand.

“Stop forgetting them, you’re gonna strain your eyes,” you chided, passing him the glasses.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he mumbled.

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