and lost. how am i just realising this

the thing is lucius hardly knows ed. and yet he tried to reach out to him. when he first realised that ed was the one behind this, he called him “nygma”, to himself. but when he saw ed face to face, and saw how lost and confused ed was, he called him “ed”.

he stayed calm and rational in the face of ed’s mania, and he clearly pitied ed, and wanted to help him. even after ed tried to kill him, even after ed threatened bruce and harvey, even while ed had a gun on him, lucius stayed levelheaded and reasonable, and kept trying to reach him. because he could see how much ed needed an anchor, someone to help him.

in 2.21, ethel peabody asked lucius if he had much training in mental health, and he said “none. none at all.” but he didn’t need any training to see that ed was hurt, and confused, and unravelling. and he didn’t need any training to reach out to ed, and try to convince him to get the help he so obviously needs.

scarletprophecy14  asked:

What is your favorite element about Ron and Hermione's relationship?

I’m so glad you asked! Grab your preferred brew coz this is going to be a long rant post peppered with headcanons. 

My favourite aspect of their relationship is their strikingly different personalities and the way they manage to overcome some downright annoying traits and fall irrevocably in love with each other. (Yes, irrevocably- I don’t think there is ever a chance of falling out-of-love in their case like many speculate, and I’ll get to that in a while). 

I have seen opposites fall in love, and no matter how romantic the notion, I don’t think it’s ever all too flowery. Many of those relationships wear out soon after the initial set of surprises are lost. As boring it is to be with someone who is exactly like me, it is not entirely comfortable to be with someone who has no clue what I think. 

And here, I feel, lies the charm of Romione. They are different- poles apart in fact, but they understand each other perfectly. No matter how much they annoy each other, they instinctively know each other. I am not talking about realising that the other is just as hopelessly in love (Gawd, they are pathetic in that case, aren’t they?) but understanding each other’s insecurities and fears.

For them, it was not a case of jumping headfirst into a relationship just because of raging hormones. If only that had been the case, they would have walked away and never seen each other. But here, they get the time to really grow up and mature before they admit their feelings. And those seven years are not easy, especially the last couple of them. And that is why it irks me when some say they would never last. Come on! They have already seen the best and the worst of each other! There is nothing Ron or Hermione could do later in life that would shock the other enough to break the relationship (unless of course they are hit in the head with a Confundus Charm and behave all OOC. No, Ron would never sleep with some random girl, and Hermione would never betray him with Harry/Draco/xyz/a flobberworm/Pansy/etc,etc). 

I like how, over the course of seven books, their relationship slowly transform in its own way to culminate into that kiss in the Room of Requirements. I like that we can see them growing, changing and adapting to each other before actually becoming a couple.

Does Ron still annoy Hermione with his messy habits ten years later? Yes, you bet he does. Partly because that is who he is and partly because he loves seeing the way her eyes flare up in annoyance. He knows it. He does it on purpose. And when she is barking mad, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her.  Don’t they have serious fights? Of course, they do, but even when angry words are hurled at each other and Hermione locks herself in her room while Ron paces angrily in the balcony, they both know that they will eventually enter the kitchen together and cook dinner. She knows he will wrap his arms around her waist and pull her to his chest, even if he doesn’t apologise in words. She knows that the kiss on her nape and the slight brush of air, is him muttering the words. And she knows no matter how many times she swats his hands away, he won’t leave, not again. And Hermione will relent eventually, blend into him because- he is Ron, his embrace makes her feel at home. And she knows irrespective of all the rubbish they tell each other in the moment of fury, he is challenging her words not her. He is arguing against her argument- not her. And he knows the same. He knows how she thinks and how she gets carried away to prove her point. And above all, he knows she trusts and loves him, more than anyone and nothing can change that.  They both know that they will discuss it again, this time much more sensibly. And over the years, even these arguments become casual discussions because she knows how he will think and he knows what her arguments will be. They still bicker, but that has and will always be foreplay- they think the family doesn’t know but all of them do.  

Once, in the initial years of being together, when the pressure of work and kids is high and neither has had enough sleep in days. they have this huge fight and Hermione decides she is done. She begins to pack and sees Ron standing at the door, horrified. She puts a couple of items in it and he holds her wrist as she makes her way out of their room. 

‘No,’ he pleads ever so softly. But she pulls her hand away anyway. Walking over, she drops her bag in Rose’s room. She notices he is standing with his back to the main door, confusion floating in his eyes along with a lot of pain.

‘Herm-,’ he begins but she stops him there. 

‘Not now, Ron. I’ll spend the night in Rose’s room. Let’s think this over, alone.’

And before she knows, she is in his embrace again. She tries to push him away but that shaky breath and that sigh is her undoing.

‘I thought you were leaving me.’ 

She pulls him closer instead and the next time she struggles to release herself, he lets go, even managing a small smile and a nod.

‘I’m not going anywhere. This is my home.’ she says fiercely. ‘But we need time to sort ourselves, don’t we?’ she asks, unable to stop herself from touching her palm to his cheek and he nods, closing his eyes at her touch, placing his much larger palm over hers.

‘We do,’ he replies and places a kiss on her forehead. 

They sleep apart that night but know that they are repairing themselves, not breaking apart.

There is no scope of falling out of love. Relationships break only when two people no longer have the energy or the will to keep it going, or when they have nothing left to hold on to. Ron has been her anchor since she started in the wizarding world and Hermione is the one who chose him and helped him get over his insecurities. And they still remind each other- remember to express it every single day because they know how unpredictable life can be. Ron never forgets to tell her that she is his world and Hermione remembers to tell him that it was and will always be only him.Why? Because they never forget that they had almost lost that chance - but never again. 

I love this couple because I can always see those two eleven-year-olds growing old together. Laughing and bickering till they both grow old but still being together because they chose to be in love and never regretted it one bit. Ron and Hermione are nothing if not stubborn - stubbornly in love.

The End|Optional Bias Scenario

A/N - I couldn’t sleep last night, so this happened. I hope you all still remember us and this blog ♥ Our exams are almost suffocating but we will be more active soon! Love you all!
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Genre: Angst
Plot: You’re terminal and your husband is cheating on you, so you decide to let him go for good.
POV: First Person
Word Count: 832

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An Ocean Away - Part Two

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 2,086

Warnings- I don’t think there’s anything to warn you about here, just enjoy!

A/N- I was absolutely blown away by the responses for part one! I’ve got plenty more in store for this one so sit tight and I’ll get it posted as soon as I can!

Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven

Thank you to @daniela-fromthesalon @beabravo10 @hamiltonmirandaimagines for the lovely feedback for part one, you’re all absolute diamonds!

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Superhero AUs #14

Last Meetings

- ‘So, I guess this is it, huh? It was nice…nice doing business with you’ AU
- ‘I did not pay you this much money for your irresponsible, reckless ass to die on me!’ AU

- ‘I’ve got a terminal illness and you used to be my partner-in-crime back in the good old days. Fancy one last hurrah?’
- ‘You couldn’t stop me if you tried. Besides, there’s a bank I’ve been eyeing up on 53rd every time I’ve been to bingo this month, and-’ AU

- ‘No!’ AU
- ‘Oh, my poor little hero. You really shouldn’t have given a new meaning to the phrase ‘bite the bullet’, especially not for me’ AU

- ‘Honey…honey I’m sorry, please forgive me’ AU
- ‘I always knew you were an evil bastard, I just didn’t realise you were a supervillain too’ AU

- ‘So. You’re retiring. (…but what about this? What about…us? Our rivalry? You’re my nemesis, what am I going to do without you?)’ AU
- ‘It’s time to leave the spandex where it belongs: in the past’ AU

- ‘If you die on me, you heroic fucker, I will resurrect you just so I can kill you all over again. Do not test the limits of my mad science because I will succeed, and with immortality in my grasp I’ll be around to ruin your day forever’ AU
- ‘I spend enough of my time trying to stop you breaking laws, could you please leave the laws of nature alone?’ AU

- ‘You’re an assassin’ AU
- ‘I wish you hadn’t realised that. I really am sorry about this’ AU

- ‘Hey, just ringing to ask how your day is going; I hope you’re having fun saving the day and all that heroic junk. Fighting a new villain? Starstrike, yeah, I’ve heard of her. Pretty cute, am I right? Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Kinda winded, just lost a fight against one of these new vigilante types, but I’ll see you tonight. I’ll get Chinese on the way home. By the way, you’ve always been my favourite hero. Have a good day!’ AU
- ‘I never got that Chinese’ AU

- ‘Even though I’m dying, I’m still glad it was you that finally killed me’ AU
- ‘You were the greatest hero of them all, and I can only regret that your death was necessary. Rest in peace, my old friend’ AU

- ‘I can’t wait for tomorrow. To finally get married to you will be the best day of my life’ AU
- ‘Me neither. Just one last patrol before the big day, I’ll be back before you know it’ AU

PS. These are sadder if you realise that for these to qualify as last meetings, someone has to leave forever…

This is so random, I don’t even know.

It’s an honour. An amazing, outstanding achievement and her phone hasn’t stopped ringing all day. She should be over the moon and she would have been once upon a time. Now, it all feels tainted. She doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t want it.

“I just don’t understand. This is an amazing thing, Callie. You’re amazing!”

Callie continues putting away the groceries, not looking at her girlfriend as she shrugs, “Penny, I just don’t want to talk about it, okay? Please drop it.”

Her phone rings again and she really isn’t interested in who is on the other end. She doesn’t want congratulations or well dones or anything at all. She just wants to be left the hell alone. Except, when Arizona rings she knows she has to answer. She knows she’s dragged their daughter across the country and answering the phone when she calls is probably the very least she can do.

“Hey, Arizona.”

“Callie, hi! I just heard the big news. You must be so happy!” Arizona is bubbly and perky and there’s something so familiar about it that Callie can’t help but smile. She sinks into the couch, sighing quietly.

“It’s no big deal, really.”

“No big deal, are you kidding me? You’re a Harper Avery nominee. And word on the street is you’re favourite to win!”

Callie snorts with laughter, unable to help herself, “word on the street? Are you 12?”

Arizona’s grin is wide, she can’t help herself, she’s just so, so proud, “don’t mock me, Calliope.”

“But you make it too easy.”

Arizona’s laugh echoes through the phone and Callie somehow finds herself joining in. It’s the first time she’s felt content all day.

“So,” Arizona sobers, chewing on her lip for a moment, wondering if this is really even her place anymore. She can’t help it though. It’s Callie and she’s drawn to her in some unexplainable way and probably always will be, “what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing really.” Callie picks at the threads on the cushion that sits in her lap, “I’m just not interested.”

“Oh come on!” The blonde exclaims and the loudness makes Callie squint slightly, “Callie, you’ve talked about this for years. We dreamed about this! This is incredible. Why aren’t you excited? Do you even know how long it’s been since ortho was nominated? And you’re a woman! This is groundbreaking stuff and you know it.”

“Arizona,” Callie breathes her name like she has a thousand times before, “I’m just not bothered. I don’t want it.”

Arizona is silent for a moment, leaning against the wall as she sits up on the roof of the hospital. A place the two had spent many hours together over the duration of their relationship. “Please tell me what’s bothering you, Calliope. This? It isn’t you. This isn’t you.”

“I don’t deserve it. Okay? I don’t want the stupid award.”

“What? Wait. What? Callie, everyone knows how hard you’ve worked. You’re talking crazy.”

Callie sighs, throwing the pillow onto the couch and standing up, pacing the floor, “no! Arizona, I’m nothing special. I’m mediocre at best. I just, I failed. When it mattered I failed. And I don’t want the award as some stupid reminder of the things I couldn’t do.”

“Oh.” She doesn’t know what else to say in that moment because all she can do is feel. And it hurts so much.



“No. Listen to me and you take it in. You spent enough of our marriage telling me how and what I felt so now you’re just going to shut up and listen. It was not your job to fix my leg. God, do you think I don’t realise the irony of it?” Arizona gives a dark laugh, full of bitter regret, “my wife was an orthopaedic surgeon and I lost my leg. But you really think that’s the worst of what I lost? It was impossible. No one could save it, not you and not anybody. You did not fail. Callie, my first thought when I heard was how proud I am. That was my first thought.”

Callie wipes away a tear, her breath hitching slightly, “you’re lying. Your voice goes all high when you’re lying.”

“Fine.” Arizona is suddenly glad for the distance between them, “the first thought I had was ‘I wish I was with her to show her how proud I am.’ That was my first thought. Calliope, I spent a lot of time telling you that you didn’t know how I felt. But that plane crash cost us so much. It cost us Lexie, it cost us Mark. We lost ourselves and our marriage and I lost a leg. What I know now is I would always give up my leg to get any one of those other things back. I never told you that and I thought you should know.”

“You’re incredible and you’re going to win that award and I’m going to be so, so proud. I already am. I’m so proud.”

Callie wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, staring out of the window across New York and up at the huge full moon, “you are?”

Arizona smiles, her eyes flicking to the starry Seattle night. She marvels at how bright the moon is. She’s always thought it was beautiful.

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” she simply whispers and Callie’s hand falls to her chest where her heart flutters. There’s something so comforting in knowing that wherever they are, they’re sharing the same moon.

“It really is.”

Arizona let’s her eyes fall closed, head leaning against the wall,

“I am so proud of you.”

That’s all that really matters.

Astro reaction: to you seeing cute photos of them.

MJ (Myungjun) :

Originally posted by astrodaily

You’d find them by accident when you were helping him clean his dorm. They’d fall out from a book and you’d find Polaroid pictures of him pouting and making cute faces. You’d decide to tease him throughout the day by making those faces at him to see if he would notice. Eventually he’d pull you into his arms asking why you were acting so adorable. You’d just pull out the pictures with a large grin on your face. You’d tease him asking if he was practicing in order to perfect his cute poses. His answer would leave you amused, ‘Yes, all for you.’


Jinjin (Jinwoo) :

Originally posted by with-astro

We all know he is confident in who he is as a person, inside and out. When you first came to him with all the photos, although he may be slightly taken aback as to how you got them, he’d agree with all your comments. ‘I know right I was so cute!’ ‘I am more handsome now though.’ You two would have a blast going through his photos; until you found this particular one that made you laugh really hard. You would laugh so hard you wouldn’t notice him staring at you. Not until he pinched your cheek and whispered in your ear ‘I think you’re cuter.’


Eunwoo (Dongmin) :

Originally posted by mirumirumiruna

You’d go to meet Dongmin excited and sporting a really big smile. You had gotten some adorable photos of him from his parents, sent to you on your phone. For a while you had gushed over them yourself but then you decided it was your time to win.  You never could tease him about anything he was always too prepared and perfect. When you arrived at the dorm you immediately jumped onto his back holding the phone out in front of his face, showing him the pictures. He would turn to smile at you pointing at the picture ‘Want to know the story behind that one?’ At least you tried.


Originally posted by wooziken

At first the photos were A-class blackmail material. You would use them against him whenever you could, teasing him all the time. You’d mention his squishy cheeks and adorable small stature. He’d just stare at you pouting – only helping you prove your point further. Then one day you’d wake up and find them gone and in their place baby pictures of you.  You’d walk out to the living room photos in hand, confused only to find Moonbin in the living room a smug smile on his face. ‘Who’s got squishy cheeks now?’


Rocky (Minhyuk) :

Originally posted by beyondastro

You would have found pictures of him doing cute poses when visiting his parent’s house. The pictures seemed like such a rare find you would immediately ask if you could keep them. At first when you showed the pictures to him he would be so embarrassed, not at all okay with the knowledge that they existed. However eventually you would stop teasing and all would be forgotten. Then one day you would come home to find framed pictures of you acting cute on your dining room table. He’d hug you from the back kissing your cheek, ‘Truthfully you are so much cuter, then and now.’


Originally posted by simplewoozi17

The photos to him were just that photos. You would gush over how cute and adorable he was and he would nod his head along agreeing with every word. Sometimes he would randomly get out his phone camera and take snap shots of him acting cute showing them to you with glee; ‘I am just as adorable now.’ Or he would make you join him the photos taking so many photos you would have lost count. Eventually one day you would wake up and realise he had made an album.

Nobody (Part 8)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing only…I think.

Words: 3115

A/N: This part might be shit.  I’m not happy with my writing style and am researching on how to improve so please bear with me. And I feel like I lost my touch…the first parts were far better…

italics = reader’s thoughts

Reader’s POV

A wave of tranquillity passed over you as you realised that you must be, once again, back in the void.  The void wasn’t such a terrible place.  You just hated how you got here.  It normally involved agonizing pain and paralyzing horror in order to get into the void.  It was just dark and quiet, nobody lived here.  Nobody hurt you here.  Nothing hurt here, where ever here is; you wished you could stay forever.  

Though, something was different this time.  It wasn’t as black and silent as it usually was.  There was a soft humming and an occasional unfamiliar beep; someone had turned the noise back on.  And the darkness was slowly washing away, like a receding ocean tide.  Don’t go.

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V x MC + Rika part 2! (fluff+angst fic)

Part one can be found here! Part two became a bit longer than I thought. Sorry!!! - Michelle Xx

It has been two days. Two days, since you woke up in the morning next to a blue haired man. Two days, since you opened the door for her. Two days, since you closed that door behind yourself. It has been two days, but it feels like an eternity

Today is supposed to be the big day. The man you love so dearly is supposed to have a major eye surgery today. But that probably won’t be happening anymore. Not since the creator of his pain has come back into his life. It breaks you apart inside. Because you know that she’ll make him believe in all the ways he’s still fighting so hard to get rid off. She’ll make him believe that that’s the way to a ‘better’ world.

The past few days have mostly been spend on Saeyoung and Saeran’s couch and hugging Elizabeth closely. The white fluffy cat has been giving you alot of comfort when the twins couldn’t.

The front door is opened, so you look up to see Saeran walking into the living room. The look on his face tells you he’s pissed off. He takes a seat next to you, as close as possible. This wasn’t a strange thing. He’s always held a soft spot for you, although he won’t admit it. But when him and his brother found you crying your eyes out in the pouring rain two days ago, he stayed by your side as much as he could. It was really endearing.

You follow his gaze and see that he’s looking at a visitor. He’s looking at Jihyun. You don’t really know what to do, but sit there in silence. You can almost feel his eyes trying to focus on you. It almost burns inside of you.

“Hello, MC,” he says to break the ice.

“Hi, Jihyun,” you softly reply.

A couple more seconds pass in a painful silence. You keep petting Elizabeth’s white fur. It helps you to stay calm. You see Jihyun trying to look for words to say to you. Normally you would know just what he’s trying to say, but right know it feels like you don’t know him at all.

He takes a step closer to you and begins to talk: “MC, I’m… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“You’re sorry?!” You jump a bit at the cold tone in Saeran’s voice. “You’re fucking sorry? For what? For hurting MC? Or for still loving that blond snake!”

Jihyun puts his hands up as a sign of surrender. “I know that I’ve hurt her, Saeran. But if you would, please, just hear me out-”

“No! Don’t you dare say that you know about how you’ve hurt her! You didn’t see the way she looked when we picked her up,” Saeran’s angry voice says. “You have no idea about how fucking broken she was. The first day she wouldn’t stop crying because of you. It became so bad that when she finally stopped to take a warm shower it almost looked like she was dead inside. You haven’t heard you wake up crying her eyes out because you weren’t in bed with you. Because you were probably with that bi-”

“Saeran, stop!”

You put a hand on his arm. His attention is turned to you. It looks like he’s gonna kill someone. And you don’t really blame him. After all she did to him. If he were to actually kill her, you would probably provide him his alibi.

“It’s alright, Saeran. I can handle this. Why don’t check to see if Saeyoung is still moping around for not being allowed to touch Elizabeth?”

He takes a look at Jihyun before looking back at you again. Then he sighs and gets up to find his 'idiot brother and his stupid Honey Budha Chips’.

You look back at Jihyun and that’s when it hits you. This… wonderful man will never completely love only you. At first it didn’t seem so bad that Rika still occupied a fraction of his heart. But it starts to dawn in on you that it was you who was in that tiny little piece. Maybe the two of you weren’t even meant to be together in the first place. All these thoughts started to run around in your head and to be honest, you didn’t know which one terrified you the most.

His hands are reaching out to make sure he’s walking to the couch, stepping closer to you. “MC, please, I’m so so-”

“No, Jihyun. D-don’t come any clo-closer,” you say between the hiccups. Tears are forming at the brink of your eyes.

He stops instantly. He looks to be taken aback by your words. But that doesn’t stop you from spilling your flood of feelings. “And don’t say that you’re sorry. I should’ve known. I should’ve known that you still love her. She is everything to you and you are her sun. I may not know her before the whole Mint Eye thing, but everyone speaks so highly of her. Even you, the only one who knew about her problems and troubles. Despite everything, you still love her. How could I ever expect you to love me back as much as I love when she’s still there to claim your heart?”

With not even three feet between you two, you can hear him trying to control his breathing. But you don’t know the emotion that’s running through him. Instead, you see him kneel down on both knees. His hands are trying to find you, any part of you to hold on to. You pull your legs closer to your body so he can’t reach you. The white cat in your arms senses your onease and gives you head bumps to make you feel better.

His hands still haven’t found you and you can see him becoming slightly frantic trying to reach out for you when he can’t even see you properly. It breaks another piece of your fragile heart to see him like this. But you don’t if you handle his warm and soft touch on your skin anymore.

With a slight panic in his voice, he talks to you: “MC, p-please… I know what I said. In a way, I guess I thought that I was right. That I still love her. That my place in this world was still to be by her side. But… I know-I know that there aren’t enough words to tell you how deeply sorry I am to have hurt you. To hear your voice break between your words and to see you practially run out of the door to protect yourself. To keep yourself away from the love you thought wasn’t real.”

His words are keeping you in your place. By now you’re crying. Silent tears are running down your cheeks. They fall in sync with Jihyun’s tears. You wanna reach out and wipe them away and whisper encouraging and loving words to him until he would start to smile again. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

His hands finally find you and he lets out a choked sigh of relief. His hand goes up your knee and finds your hands still holding Elizabeth the 3rd. The furry cat jumps out of your lap, giving Jihyunfull access to your hands. And you let him hold them in his own. His hands feel so cold. They only feel that way when he hasn’t been sleeping well. It tears you apart inside to know that he’s hurting too.

He takes off his sunglasses to see you a little bit better. The fact that his eyes still look dull pains you. You hold back a sob. With a shaky voice he says: “I didn’t know how wrong I was to not run after you when night time came around. You weren’t there to hold in my arms. Your warmth wasn’t there. Your beautiful hair wasn’t there for me to feel. Your soft… soft voice wasn’t there to ramble a-about wha-whatever movie was on. You… You weren’t there.”

His grip on your hand tightens. He lays his head down on your knees. Between his tears and crying you could hear him say: “You weren’t there. You weren’t there. You were gone. I thought that Rika would be enough since you would properly never forgive me. But when she started to scream at me for trying to get my eyesight back and how it was a token of betrayal… I finally realised how badly I need you. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you this, to ask you for forgiveness, but I am begging, MC. Please forgive me. Please… I-I need you…”

You can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. You can’t handle it anymore!

Your hands cup his cheeks, bring his face up so you can lean your forhead against his own. The only emotion on his face is one of fear that you will push him away. That he has really lost you.

“I’ll need you so much more than you’ll ever realise. You’ll never realise what I’d do for you, my love. How much I love you and how afraid I am that I won’t be good enough for you. But when I wake up next to you or hold your hand or just watch you take your photographs, I’ll always know that the world doesn’t matter to me as long as my reason for existence still looks at me like I am his reason for existence,” you whisper to him.

Slowly, you press your lips against his. For both of you the source of oxygen is cut off, but for the first time in two days, you two can finally breathe again. The kiss is soft and slow. Loving and gentle. It’s everything you feel for him and he feels for you.

When you finally pull back, you swear you’ve never seen someone so at peace before in your life. He looks relieved. Life will finally not be a burden just for him to bear at times, because you’ll be right by his side. You’ll be right by his side. The man who was your whole solar system, the man you could make you see stars and bring you all the way up to heaven.

Your lips connect with him again. You can feel his smile in your own lips. When you pull back again, you say: “When Jumin comes to pick up Elizabeth the 3rd in ten minutes, I’ll ask him to give us a ride to the hospital for your surgery. I love you so much, Jihyun.”

He smiles with tears of joy this time. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it. “Thank you,” he says, “Thank you for loving me. I love you too, my love.”

When the MC isn’t looking

Zen notices their every quirk. He memorises their face; the way they look as they apply their makeup or talk on the phone. He knows he’s handsome, but MC is so much more beautiful to him than anything on the planet. He spends the time thinking up ways to let them know they’re perfect in the kinds of ways no one ever told him when he needed it.

Honestly? Jumin already misses them. If they aren’t physically present, then he will occupy himself by calling or texting them, by planning a surprise or picking up a gift for the next time he sees them. If they are present, then he will admire them from a distance until he can’t tolerate it anymore. Expect lots of hugs from behind, conversations interrupted by kisses and a soft ‘hello’. I also feel like, since MC is so often on Jumin’s mind, he’d be just as unbearable when it comes to bragging about them as Yoosung.

Yoosung brags to everyone about his awesome partner and is basically like Hughes from FMA. Every time MC meets up with him he’s signed up to some other obscure couples college group that sounds too weird to be real, like couples cheese making or couples spoon carving and honestly he will go with a massive smile on his face like YES I AM A COUPLE. Yoosung’s wanted a partner for so freaking long that he’ll make up for lost time. Even when he’s having a beer with his friends, he’ll be wondering what MC is up to and send at least one text to ask.

Jaehee has MC’s back and their best interests at heart…so much so that MC will never realise how lucky they actually are. She’s memorised their work timetable, their contract, their vacation days and damn straight she will fight their corner in a pinch. She’s ready with a speech for just about any injustice when it comes to work; better hope MC’s boss never overworks them, otherwise they will get a stern reprimand from Jaehee about the third footnote on point 49 of MC’s employment contract. She’s also there to encourage MC to take a break or eat this soup and indirectly keeps them safe and well without them really noticing. She becomes the caring voice of encouragement she needed while overworked and pushed to the outer limits, basically and never allows MC to be taken advantage of.

707 is paranoid. They’ve said they love him, but obviously they didn’t mean it. Clearly they’ll change their mind once they understand what he’s really like. He understands that he’s an abuse survivor and his circumstances have never been normal, but it still throws him for a loop when MC isn’t furious with him over relatively tiny things. He’ll still be questioning whether or not they love him when they’re married with about seventeen kids and a quartet of robot cats.

Jonathan Toews asks a little question (Requested)

It’s not my best but it was cute to write. 

You and Jon had decided to go out to dinner for your five year anniversary to a small Italian restaurant the two of you loved. You both were dressed up, despite the restaurant being casual, paper napkins and plastic table clothes. 

“Five years, y/n.” Jon smiled, “I can’t believe it’s already been five years.” 

“I know, sorta crazy.” You laughed, “But a good crazy, i mean. I couldn’t imagine spending five years with anyone else.” He blushed, “It’s true, Jon, it’s sort of crazy how much I love you.”

Jon laughed quietly, “Yeah.” 

You looked at him curiously, “Are you okay? You seem a bit off.” You grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb along his. You could feel that his palms were sweaty.

“Um yeah, I’m fine.” He stuttered. “Just been really tired cause of training.” He swallowed hard, you could tell he was lying.

“I love you, Jon.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

“So tell me the truth, what’s up? Why are you so weird? Is something up with you and Kane?”

“What? No, we’re fine. Why ask that?” He replies just as you finish saying it.

You didn’t understand why he was being so weird, it was your five year dinner, you didn’t want to get in a fight so you just dropped the whole conversation. “It’s not a big deal, I was just curious. It doesn’t matter. Here.” You say as you pull a small box out of your purse and hand it to him, “It’s for you, I didn’t really know what to get you so i hope you like it.” You blush while he takes the box from your hand.

“Thank you, y/n.” He slowly unwraps the paper surrounding the box and gently removes the lid, exposing the contents. Inside is a silver and black ring. Jon’s face looks shocked and you’re unsure how to feel.

“It’s not a wedding ring. It’s just a ring.” You say as fast as the words will come out. “It’s just, I saw it at the store the other day and it reminded me a lot of you. I don’t know why really, it just did.” You swallowed, “I, um, also engraved something inside.” 

He looked in the inside of the ring and read Without you, I am lost. “Y/N.” Jon said, setting the ring on the table. 

“If you don’t like it you don’t have to wear it. I just thought it’d look nice.” You blushed, realising the horrible mistake you had made. While you did want to spend the rest of your life with Jon, you had not planned on purposing to him yourself. 

“I love it, y/n. Just like I love you. I love this ring. I love the way you blush and the way you smile, I love the way you look in the morning and at night. I love when you get frustrated and I love to hear you laugh.” Jon slowly got up from his seat, reached inside his coat pocket and grabbed a small box, kneeling in front of you. “I love every small little detail about you, y/n. I have never met anyone like you, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened the box and revealed a small ring with a diamond in the center. A tear rolled down your cheek. “Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You had not expected this in the slightest, you were shocked. “Yes.” You said, surprised you were able to talk, “Jon, yes.” You said, realising what he had just asked. You kissed him passionately, having your fingers run through his hair. “I love you, Jonathan Toews.” You whispered in shock that you were going to marry the man of your dreams. 

“I love you too, baby.” Jon said, sliding the ring on your finger. You kissed him again first passionately and then you started to kiss every part of him. You kissed his nose, cheeks, lips, forehead, eyelids, chin. Both of you laughed after you had stopped. 

Once Jon took his seat, you could tell that he had relaxed from earlier. “So that’s why you were so nervous earlier.” You laughed, staring down at the new addition to your finger. It was a small ring, but the most beautiful you had ever laid eyes upon. 

“I wasn’t sure what you would say.” He admitted.

“I’m crazy in love with you, Jon.” You laughed. “I mean, I think that’s pretty obvious.” You noticed that Jon was wearing the ring you had gotten him. “Well I’m glad I got you a ring then, now we both can have one.” You both laughed.

“I am too.” He smiled, leaning over and kissing you. “Sorry for being so nervous earlier, it’s just a nerve racking process. I love you dearly, baby.” 

“I love you too, Jon, more than you can imagine.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed.

“Oh yeah, I also love that I get to spend the rest of my life with the love of life.” You couldn’t stop staring down at your ring. “I can’t wait to be a Toews.” You both laughed, kissing one last time. 

Preservation day:  My personal Jewish story.

I first learnt I was Jewish when I came home from school one day aged 5 and told my mother I was Christian.

“Who told you that?” she asked, horrified.

“Miss Lord did at school. She said that if I went to a Church of England school then I must be Christian.”

I know now that your school’s religion, and the religion of those around you, does not define who you are.


A year later I was moved to a new Jewish school. It had just been built; we were in the first ever Year One class. I learnt Hebrew, I learnt Jewish songs, and I gradually learnt about my cultural identity. We learnt how to hide from gunmen if the school was attacked. We made friends with the Israeli security guards. I learnt to sing my heart out more than ever before. The actual core curriculum was not stretching me though, and my parents moved me to a private school they could barely afford in Year 3.

I started going to Cheder, religion school, Sunday school. I was one of the few who loved it. I think this was because I valued it. I valued learning a different language, and I valued learning my people’s cultural history. I learnt when my birthday was in the Hebrew Calendar - 14th Elul.


My grandmother dies, and I find out more about the Holocaust story which she never shared. I hear how my great-grandfather escaped from Buchenwald with a wonderous awe. But just under a year of labour had left his body a wreck. And so many other family members were lost. Non-Jews simply don’t understand.

I start to realise that I am regarded by others as “a Jew”. I must set a good example, so that in the future, people of other cultures cannot say “I knew this Jew and she was awful, I hate Jews now”. My personality is a responsibility, not a choice. This still applies.


When I was 13, I had my Bat Mitzvah. It was one of the most enjoyable days of my life; I read from the Torah, led part of the service, had a great party. My non-Jewish friends enjoyed it too. Later they’d ask me to write their names in Hebrew for them. I enjoyed showing them how beautiful it was as a language.

Kabbalat Torah at 16, I read from the Torah again. A visiting Rabbi told me that my reading was the most beautifully done she’d ever heard. I enjoy singing in Hebrew; I sing in the choir. Later that year I went on tour to Israel and it was such a precious and wonderful experience.


I’m at university now, on the J-soc committee. Yet I keep more quiet about my Judaism. An intelligent few work it out.  The lack of pork is a giveaway.  Religion comes up in other conversations and a coursemate babbles on about how the “concentration camp experiments were really interesting!1!!”.  A guy on my course sees the expression on my face and says, “shut up! Shut up! Can’t you see what it’s doing to her?” until the she stops, because I cannot even speak. 

So I keep quiet about my religion. The only people who I know care about Jews are those of other minorities. Majority members usually just can’t see that our problems are far from over. I spend half my life praying for history not to repeat itself. I am Jewish, and I will preserve our faith and our culture, and I will never not be afraid.  

under construction

Shouting it out, I’m going through some stuff. Some of which isn’t a huge surprise, my life is changing massively. My living arrangements, a reshuffling of friends and a new job in a whole new industry. 
I’m the type to deal with things in slow release. Every day I’m fine until I wake up realising I’ve lost scope of my life. Please don’t mistake this for complaint, for I am fortunate, just experiencing growing pains. Friendships, relationships and lovers are moving out of my orbit. Some sometime too late and others regretfully. Even the place I call home (my body) is breaking down and changing all around me. I’m having trouble identifying me and who I’ve become in my own life, who I want to be. I chose career, now I am so busy I can’t even be social on a school night. How could I even entertain another person for the relationship I’ve apparently wanted for some long? 
None of this dialogue is solved in a thought, nor are there any real questions here. I’m just trying to figure it out. I know how I got here, I’m just not sure where I’m going.

One Night

The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt X Reader

Word Count: 1649

Warning: Very small mention of self harm and depression. It isn’t too bad but just be wary. Also some badass fighting skills.

Summary: Being the only girl in the Glade is tough for the reader, and it gets a lot harder when she spends a night in the maze.

This is a Newt X Reader but only very slightly at the end. It’s more about how freaking awesome you are.

They hate me.
They all do. And I hate myself too.

Everyday it’s just insults and shoves and glares, and I just can’t take it anymore.

I’m the only girl here, so I’m an easy target. The only people who are neutral to me is Alby, who’s nice to everyone, Newt and Minho. But Newt and Minho are slowly turning against me, why I don’t know.

I want to cry, let the tears stream, let all my emotion out the second anything happens, but somehow I’ve learnt to suck it in. Not to cry so much in front of them. But now, I just can’t take it anymore.

I’m sitting alone in a tree by the deadheads, a place I like a lot because I’m left alone and no one bothers me. I hear people shouting to go for dinner, great. I just have to get in there take the food Frypan shoves at me, then get back to this tree.

Not easy. But I’m hungry, and although most people want me to starve I need to eat something today after skipping breakfast and lunch. I climb down and head to the kitchen, trying to stay away from as many people as possible. But there’s always one person who seems to know where I am and how to find me.


He comes up behind me, and shoves me and I turn round to face him.

“Hey you shank, get out of the way, you’re a waste of space.”

And then, my tether snaps.

“Well hopefully my dead body won’t be a waste of space in the maze!” I say, hearing the doors slowly start to close, as I sprint towards them, leaving Gally and everyone else in a stunned silence.

“What.” Gally states obviously stunned, but I don’t look back. Suddenly people start to notice running after me and calling my name. Why do they care so much?

I make it to the doors, with everyone in a hot pursuit.

The doors are a few meters from closing, and I don’t waist a second. I sprint through them. People are arriving at the doors, screaming and shouting at me to stop and get back into the glade.

The last thing I hear before the doors come to a close is Newt’s words screeching over everyone else’s “No (Y/N), please! Make it back, fight! Fight for me!”

“ (Y/N)- ” and he’s cut off by the boom of the doors.

What? Fight? He wants me to fight and survive a night in the maze to go back to that hell hole where I’m hated? No way. And for him? What in god’s name was that about?
Or maybe… Why where they all shouting for me? They hate me! And why did Gally sound so shocked, it’s what he wanted right?

I’m so confused, but I’m quickly snapped out of my thoughts by the unreal screeches and sounds of a griever. Instinct kicks in, and I quickly pull out a small blade I carry with me.

I stole it from the Medjacks hut, planning to cut myself with it, to take away the mental pain I always feel, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

I hold the handle tightly, hoping beyond hope that there will only be one griever.

Wait, why am I even fighting? I don’t want to survive this, go back to the glade. Or do I? I’ve got two options I either give in and let the grievers take me, and I can live up to their insults of being a coward and weak. Or I can prove them wrong. Show them how strong I really am.

Then it occurs to me.

I need to show them.

Show them I’m not weak. Show them I’m strong too, and I can fight when I need to. I need to kill a griever. I realise I’m lost in thought again, and quickly snap out of it and start to run deep into the maze.

I know the maze of by heart, because every night when everyone was asleep I would break into the map room and study the maze.

Oh am I glad I did that.

I turn a corner, and my blood freezes in my veins. Just down the corridor, is a griever, and it noticed me. I turned and ran, but I knew I couldn’t out run it, so I decided instead to climb. I leaped at the nearest wall, grabbing vine after vine yanking myself up, higher and higher. But to my despair, the griever could climb too. That’s it I’m done for…

It slowly got closer, as if it wanted my death to be long and waited out. I panicked until an idea came to my mind. I stopped trying to climb, and wrapped a vine around my wrist tightly.

Then I let go of the walk so I was just hanging by my wrist. The searing pain was overcome by fear, and I dangled there waiting for the griever to be on top of me. It did as I thought it would, and soon it was right on top of me. I took a deep breath, waited for it to be in the right place, then cut the vine holding my wrist.

I plummeted down, the griever, bashing its head into the wall where I had just been. As I was about to hit the floor I grabbed a vine. Well that was close. I jumped to the floor and started sprinting. I had just escaped from a griever. I out witted a griever! And I became a form of Tarzan!

Hold on, Tarzan?

But the night wasn’t over yet. I kept running taking turn after turn, managing to avoid any grievers I saw.
Finally, after an exhausting night the corridors of the maze stated to become brighter. And I came to a stop. Bad idea. I had been followed.

The griever reared up behind me ready to sting its poison, but I ran. I heard the doors up ahead, beginning to open. Relief washed over me, I was nearly there, I had nearly done it.

The griever kept following and I knew what I should do.

Kill it.

Kill it by the doors for everyone to see. Who will be weak then. I suddenly had a burst of energy from the thought and turned the last corner to the doors.

To my surprise, all the Gladers were gathered at the door. Perfect. Suddenly they saw me, and some started to shout my name.

What? Why do they care? I am now in utter confusion.

I get a few meters to the door then stop and turn around. It suddenly goes silent as the griever turns the corner, charging at me with all its might. This is it. I either kill the griever and show that I’m strong, or I die trying.

Bring it on.

I shout and run at it with all my strength. It rears a leg forward at me, with a sharp point at the end. I turn sideways and bring my blade down on it, cutting it clean of. I run backwards, getting my bearings as the griever screeches in pain.

I hold my blade in one hand, and the leg as a weapon in the other, and charge, I know what I have to do. I leap on it. Dodging legs and spikes and teeth coming at me, tiring to rip me apart. I stabbed it, and a loud screech is heard from it again as it flings me against the wall. I yelp, but get straight back up as I see a red dot flash on the bottom of the griever. I instantly know I have to get it. It must be its equivalent of a heart of something.

I run down the passage, getting a run up then sprinting towards the griever at the last second I drop to the floor and slide under the griever. I located the red dot, and use my blade to pierce into its flesh and rip it out. The griever makes one last ear-piecing screech, and falls to the ground beside me. I get up and turn to the glade.

Every single last glader is standing there in awe, taking in what they just saw. I walk towards them, and drop the griever heart into Minho’s hands. I walk up to Gally, looking into his bewildered eyes.

“Who’s the weak one now?”

I push past the last few Gladers, and walk off to the deadheads. I smile at what I said to Gally and all of their faces. I sit down under a tree, I don’t have the strength to climb up it.

I tilt my head back so it’s against the tree. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the silence. A few minutes later there is a rustling of leaves as I snap my head up and open my eyes I’m surprised to see who it is. Newt. Why is he here? Then I remember what he said before the doors closed.
“Oh my bloody God, (Y/N) are you ok?”

I look down at myself and see my clothes are ripped and covered in blood.

“I guess, but why would you care?”

He comes to sit next to me.

“Because I like you, ok? I’ve cared about you ever since you came up in the bloody box.” I’m stunned.

“What?” I say turning to face him.

“Look I know I haven’t shown it, but I really do care for you a lot. And the others do too.”

I’d say he was lying, but the look in his eyes say otherwise.

“Okay,” I say opening my mouth to speak again but his lips coming crashing on to mine. At first, I just sit there, before kissing back. I smile into it, and I know that this is where I belong.


Fandom: The Librarians

Pairing: Ezekiel Jones x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: rightwhereiwantyou (AKA Me)

Requested By: myvogueblog

Request:  Please, a oneshot of Ezekiel Jones (The Librarians), the reader and Ezekiel were old partner of theft and they reunite years later on a mission of The librarians. thanks

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anonymous asked:

For the deamus prompt, I saw this headline (I would put a screenshot, but I can't attach pictures), the headline read "Straight guy worries he's being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he's fallen in love with him."

I saw that before, it’s a very good prompt! I hope you like it anon! I’m exhausted rn so I apologise if there are any mistakes!

For @hpshipweeks

One of the things that Dean values most in the world is his friendship with Seamus Finnegan.

Ever since their first day at Hogwarts the two boys had been inseparable.

They didn’t always agree on things. Like when Seamus turned his back on Harry in 5th year or when Dean got chosen for the quiddich team and Seamus didn’t. 

But they never let trivial things like that get in the way of their friendship; both of them cared too much about the other to let that happen.

However that was before Dean walked into their dormitory one day to find his best friend in a heavy make out session with Ernie Macmillan and instantly Dean had felt his heart plummet in his chest and felt an undeniable twist of pain in his stomach.

Two weeks have gone by since that day and Dean still hasn’t talked to Seamus and to be honest it’s killing him.

Sure Dean always had a feeling that Seamus fancied blokes. He never outright said it but he had never shown any interest in girls so Dean wasn’t all that surprised.

What confused him was why he felt so sick and hurt by the image of Seamus with someone else. He just couldn’t understand why the memory of Seamus with his tongue down that blonde hufflepuff’s throat infuriated him so much.

Dean never considered himself to be homophobic but seeing Seamus with Ernie just…just felt so wrong. 

And he hates himself for feeling this way. Because it’s Seamus, his best friend and why should it matter who he wants to snog? 

Seamus never complained when Dean dated Ginny a few months ago and Dean always had a feeling that Seamus never fully approved of that relationship; so what gave Dean the right to be annoyed at Seamus for being with Ernie?

Dean was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the person walking towards him until he literally bumped right into them. 

“Oh I’m so sorry” Dean exclaims, scrambling to regain his composer.

He steps back, blinking rapidly and then he realises just who he has run into. 


Dean takes a minute just taking in his friend, who he has been so careful to avoid these past few weeks. 

His hair is a mess (Dean feels anger bubble in his chest at the thought of Ernie tugging Seamus’s sandy hair to make it that way), his soft Irish skin seems paler than normal and his eyes that are usually bright with happiness have dulled and lack their natural spark. 

Dean feels his throat tighten because Seamus looks so tired. 

“Dean.” Seamus breathes 

In that moment all the frustration, anger and confusion flees Dean’s body and all he’s left with is guilt. Ever since that evening, Seamus has been trying to catch Dean on his own but he has refused to talk to him. 

He began waking up earlier, ignoring Seamus in class under the pretence of taking notes, sitting with Harry at meals in the Great Hall and pretending to have to go to quidditch practice whenever Seamus tried to talk to him. 

That’s when Dean realises that this has been hurting Seamus just as much as it’s been hurting him and the overwhelming guilt almost crushes him.

Dean manages a small smile, “Hey Shay”

Seamus’s eyes flit across Dean’s face rapidly, trying to gauge what his intentions are.

“Can we…can we talk?” Seamus asks tentatively 

Dean hesitates for a second then nods

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SuperCat Fic: Orange

My contribution to SuperCat March Madness 2016. 

Week One: Smut. I fear I may have edged into filth, I hope no one minds too much. 

Mature Rating.

Cat looked out of her office towards Kara’s empty desk. It was Sunday and the entire office was empty. Kara and Cat had been catching up on some work until an emergency call came in. Kara changed into her Supergirl outfit and rushed off, kissing Cat on her cheek as she left. But that had been hours ago and Cat hadn’t heard anything since. She had debated calling but she had promised Kara that she would be better with giving her some space to be a Superhero. It seemed that Supergirl didn’t need calls from her girlfriend in the middle of battles with aliens to ask her when she’d be home for dinner.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, but Holster telling Nursey off for messing with the Tadpoles??!! I am SO HERE for the Frogs and the Tadpoles just causing a TON of trouble and Captains Holster and Ransom trying to be super Captainy and like, realising how hard it is and being on the phone to Jack 24/7 like "Jack, Dex and Nursey won't stop fighting", "Jack, I think we scared one of the Tadpoles away", "Quick, Jack we lost ALL THE FROGS AND THE TADPOLES WHERE ARE THEY HOW DO WE FIND THEM"