and while I understand he was going through a break down after having just killed rose

List of anime series/movies with unique art styles.

For my friends on tumblr, in case you guys want something to watch, here’s a quick list of anime series/movies with unusual/unique art styles that you may or may not know.

Kaiba

With an artstyle reminiscent of the original Astro Boy, Kaiba has a very simplistic (yet stylized) and fluid style of animation and art. The story revolves around the titular character, who wakes up with a hole in his chest with no idea of who he is. I enjoyed this a lot for the art, music and characters, who all have realistic motivations and ideals, as well as the themes handled in it; such as what defines “being human” when bodies and memories are as disposable as plastic.
Genre: Sci-Fi, Psychological Drama

Redline

In terms of sheer action and excitement I got from watching a movie, I’ve got to say that Redline is one of the best ever in those departments. With a highly stylized comic-book-esque art style with a high influence from Western comics like Dick Tracy (with the emphasis on black shadows on solid colours and thick black outlines), this show is extremely fluidly animated, the movie is said to consist of 120 000 hand-drawn frames, taking seven years to complete. The movie follows the story of racer JP (aka “Sweet” JP, because of his refusal to use weaponry while racing) trying to win (and survive) the titular Redline, a race consisting of multiple racers from multiple different galaxies and planets.
Genre: Racing, Sci-Fi, Action

Mononoke

Every frame of this anime could be screencapped and slapped onto someone’s dashboard for their aesthetic. That is how distinct the art style and character design of this show is. The show uses a form of “plaid animation”, where something will be animated over a still color or object as it moves, creating most of the time a jarring effect that is usually the sign of a lazy animator, however in Mononoke, the show utilizes the art to create a sense of a surreal, dream-like environment, intentionally focusing on the jarring effect. The art and design of the environment is also extremely ornate and beautiful.
The show focuses on the story of the unknown Medicine Seller and his travels through Japan (in an unknown time period), killing spirits and creatures known as Mononoke. However, he cannot do so until he learns their Form, Truth and Reasoning/Regret, which leads to some very interesting lessons at the end of each story.
Genre: Mystery, Horror

Dead Leaves

Another comic-influenced movie, and just barely under an hour too; Dead Leaves is an extremely fun, hyper-action-packed movie with amazing character design (almost EVERY good character in this movie has a unique design, barring the civilains and generic bad guy cannon fodder), driven by slapstick, humor (usually of the sexual kind) and more pop culture references than you can digest within the time span they’re thrown at you. The story focuses on criminals Retro and Pandy; Retro having a TV instead of a head, and Pandy having a panda-like marking on her eye, who, shortly after waking up on the moon and causing havoc on a nearby planet, are imprisoned in a super-jail.
Genre: Action, Comedy, Sci-Fi

Kuuchuu Buranko / Welcome to Irabu’s Office

Combining rotoscoped 3D, 2D animation and live action elements, Kuuchuu Buranko is an extremely surreal look into the world of psychiatry. The art and designs were created by the lead artist of Mononoke, Kenji Nakamura. But whereas Mononoke had some subtlety to its art, this show is bright, colourful and neon as all hell. The show focuses on Dr. Ichiro Irabu and how he helps his patients with their problems, who are all connected in some way or the other.
Genre: Comedy, Psychological Drama

The Tatami Galaxy

With a bright visual style that also manages to be subtle at the same time, The Tatami Galaxy also utilizes not just its art as a device for story telling, but the form of the show itself to convey its messages. I can’t spoil too much about the show, but I can give you this: if you enjoy the first episode, please watch it to completion, as this show basically requires the viewer to watch the show in its entirety. The story focuses on an unnamed protagonist, commonly referred to as Watashi by the show’s fans, who tries to attain the “rose-tinted” college life style he has desired for his whole life, as well as all the challenges he faces on the way. With fast-paced dialogue, a lot of humor, interesting character and background designs, as well as the various forms of “characterization”, and also the themes tackled by this show, I’d say it’s one of my favorite shows of all time.
Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Drama, Psychological, Sci-Fi

Mind Game

Mind Game. Directed by Masaaki Yuasa (also the director behind The Tatami Galaxy, Kaiba and Ping-Pong). I don’t think words can do this movie justice, but I’ll try. Imagine a combination of 3D-morphing-into-2D, sketches, animated photo images of (presumably) the voice actor’s for talking, extremely smooth and fluid movement, plus an insane amount of exaggeration,all coupled with a huge range of bright and dark colours and you’ve got Mind Game’s animation style down somewhat. Go look up more GIFs, they’ll help you understand the range of styles this surreal (and extremely fun) movie goes through. The plot follows Nishi, a down-on-his-luck, 20-years-old manga writer, running into his childhood crush Myon. He discovers she’s getting married soon while they’re talking inside her father’s restaurant. After that (plus another key event), the craziness in the movie begins; Nishi having a new-found desire to live life.
Genre: Comedy, Surrealism, 

Tekkonkinkreet

Tekkonkinkreet, although similar in appearance to some Masaaki Yuasa works, was not made by the man himself (although, it was made by the company, Studio 4°Cthat helped produce Mind Game). This movie has incredibly detailed backgrounds, similar to a Studio Ghibli film, with amazing usage of lighting, camera shots and motion blur as well as a wide variety of colours and shades. The story follows Black and White, two street orphans who call themselves “The Cats”, trying to keep control of their town from dangerous enemies. Although vastly different in personalities, they support each other emotionally, mentally and physically very well.
Genre: Action, Drama, Adventure

The Diary of Tortov Riddle

The Diary of Tortov Roddle, although very short (6 episodes all leading up to 14 minutes! Watch it here! It has three special episodes that are part of the DVD though), is an interesting adventure of a surreal world that seems almost like a moving/animated picture rather than a movie or series. It follows the journey of Tortov Roddle and his pig-steed throughout this world, with just his calm thoughts and experiences. There’s no dialogue in this series but it doesn’t really require any dialogue at all, the only dialogue being Tortov’s journal entries at the beginning and end of each episode. The music, lack of dialogue and artall contribute to a very interesting, mysterious atmosphere.
Genre: Fantasy, Surrealism, Adventure

The Tale of Princess Kaguya

Straight outta Compton Studio Ghibli, The Tale of Princess Kaguya is an adaption of one of the staples of traditional Japanese folklore, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. This film adapts the ancient story of the young princess who grew out of a bamboo shoot and breathes fresh new life into it while still staying 100% true to the source material. The art can only be described as absolutely gorgeous, using a pale colour palette in a constantly shifting style that recalls the ancient Japanese watercolour paintings that the original story was recorded on.

Genre:  Fantasy, Drama

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

Oh man this show.
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei follows the story of Nozomu Itoshiki, an overdramatic teacher so pessismistic about everything that he would try committing suicide over pretty much the smallest inconvenience (his name, when its Japanese characters are read horizontally, also translates into “Despair”) and his bizarre homeroom students’ antics. The series parodies almost everything there is to satrize in Japanese culture (the show even parodies itself from time to time with casual 4th wall-breaking from every show), as well as the general media and politics of the world, as well as having an insane amount of references to various things regardless of fame; from Gundam, Evangelion and Gurren Lagann, to Franz Kafka, Edward Gorey and South Park. The art’s very minimal (which itself gets parodied later on in the series), but it, uh, changes a lot, to put it simply.

Genre: Comedy, Parody

Ping-Pong

(gotta lot of requests to list this one)

Sports anime tends to always get a bad rep amongst anime fans for various reasons, whether it be that the viewer gets tired of seeing another Dempsey Roll, or the amount of reused frames in the series, they’re all understandable.
And so comes Ping-Pong to shatter those preconceptions of what a sports anime can be. Focusing rather on the characters, their emotions and development rather than the titular game that the anime’s based on (unlike most sports anime), this coming-of-age show following two boys as they (one actually) strive to become the best table tennis players in the world, is directed by none other than Masaaki Yuasa, who has directed a lot of the shows and movies on this list actually, with his trademark style of not having a trademark artstyle (other than wobbly simple lines and psychedelic colours).

Genre: Psychological, Drama, Coming-Of-Age, Sports

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo

(im still in the process of watching Gankutusou and Ping-Pong (thanks school) hence why they weren’t in the original post)

Gankutsuou is what most people would call “art porn”, as it uses various still textures, colours and patterns within the character’s lineart, similar to Mononoke and Kuuchuu Buranko though to a much greater extent, while using 3D and 2D animation on the characters and backgrounds. The story is broadly based on the titular story of The Count of Monte Cristo, but with many differences, such as being set in the year 5053, plotlines and character endings being altered/removed, the pacing being changed from the original story, as well as the incorporation of many sci-fi themes. The general aesthetic of the show is that of 19th century France in a highly futuristic setting.

Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Supernatural

Kaiji

Based off a popular gambling manga by Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Kaiji follows the story of the titular character, Kaiji Itou, an unemployed slacker who spends his days gambling (and always losing), stealing, drinking and being obsessed with money. He suddenly finds himself 3 million in debt, and is offered the chance to erase all of his debt, and maybe even earn some cash, in one night.

Via gambling.

With thick bold lines, exaggerated expressions and hugely caricaturized faces that woul make more sense in a comedy that all serve as a plus to the show, Kaiji is an intense psychological thriller that always leaves you on the edge of your seat, with some of the most insane and dramatic gambles in any piece of fiction.

Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Gambling

Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt

Two angels, kicked out of Heaven, have been tasked with cleaning up the filthy sin-riddled Daten City, and can only return once they’ve gotten enough Heaven coins!

Not like that matters to Panty and Stocking anyways, whose only cares in the world are what tastes good, much to the chagrin of local priest Garterbelt.

With a ton of American pop culture references, humor that would make South Park seem like a kid’s show, action that is so bizarre it can’t even be explained, and an animation style that’s more akin to a cartoon on a huge drug trip than anything else, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt shows that sometimes too much of a good thing is still a good thing.

Genre: Comedy, Action, Parody, Not something to play around Grandma

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

There really is no other gif that explains and summarizes Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure better than this one.

Based off the hugely popular manga by Araki Hirohiko, the show follows the story of the Joestar bloodline. Jojo is unique in that it doesn’t follow one group of characters or main character throughout the entire franchise, but rather a different cast in a different location throughout the world, ranging from 1930s New York, to 1980s Japan, to Egypt and much more.

If I’m being rather vague about describing this rather popular show, I apologize, but there really is no way to properly explain this bizarre series.

With proportions that look like it was ripped straight out of a bodybuilder’s magazine, poses that could probably break your spine if even just attempted, and fights that end up being some of the most hype as well as some of the most ridiculous you’ll have ever seen, as well as a bright, dramatic colour pallete, this is a show that truly lives up to its “Bizarre” title.

(also protip: start with the 2012 adaption first rather than the 90s OVA, and read the manga.)

Genre: Action, Comedy, Supernatural, Mystery

The West Wing

Remember when I asked if you all wanted a ficlet of Feyre finding Rhys’ mother’s and sister’s wings in Spring Court? And all you Maasochists said yes?

Well, here you go…

Originally posted by blmglove

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I climbed the stairs to that part of the manor that I’d never visited before. Tamlin had never outright ordered me not to venture here, but it was always an unspoken understanding we had. Before everything that happened, before Rhys, Tamlin always came to my room when we spent the night together, I was never invited to his. Maybe that’s what drove me to explore while he was far from the manor. Not that I was afraid of him, I hadn’t been afraid of him for a long while now, but it would be so much easier to look around without him hovering over me.

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The only solution (was to stand and fight)

Short coda to 2x10, addressing an issue from 2x08. Parabatai-centric, platonic Jalec. Family feels, talk about suicidal tendencies. Drunk boys. FLUFF.

Beta-read by @brizzbee

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“I guess you haven’t told her, huh?”

Jace opened his eyes and sure enough, he saw his parabatai standing over him. Alec was frowning and Jace could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

“I thought you would be with Magnus?” Jace deflected the question with a question and turned his gaze back towards the starry sky. He took another sip from the bottle he had been balancing on his chest as he sprawled on the roof.

He wasn’t surprised that Alec had found him. It was their spot, the one they’d discovered not long after Jace finally understood that his new family accepted him and stopped fighting them on every turn. Jace and Alec found this particular spot by accident, but it became their favorite place to hide when they needed a break. It was more or less hidden from the direct view from the rooftop doorway and had one of the ventilation exits blowing out gentle waves of hot air directly onto them, so they could stay warm even during chilly nights.

“Magnus is fine. We’re fine. He had to go assure the other warlocks that the Sword didn’t cause any damage outside of the Institute, and I was needed here. I’ll see him tomorrow.” Alec bent down and reached for the bottle. “So… you haven’t told her.”

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Badboy!Shawn Mendes Imagine

It was around midnight when your phone first went off. Sleep slowly released you from it’s sweet grasp due to the disturbance, but you thought nothing of it, and kept your eyes closed begging for the dark paradise.
As soon as the unruly noise ended, it started back up again. Groaning, you rolled over to answer your phone, ignorant the caller ID. “Hello?” You let out groggily,
“Y/n, you need to come down to the school parking lot,” you would’ve recognized the speakers voice if it wasn’t for your foggy mind.
“Ugh why?” You groaned
“It’s Shawn. You’d better hurry.”
At this point sleep was no longer an option. Partially because you were too awake by now but mostly at the mention of Shawn.
You had no clue if he was in trouble, in the process of getting in to trouble or if he just needed you. Since it wasn’t him that ringed you, you knew it couldn’t be any good.
You tried to contain your wandering thoughts the short ride to the school. The last thing you needed was to over think what Shawn may have gotten into while your body was enjoying the warm, relaxing blanket of sleep. You had spent time together earlier today and everything seemed fine. No lingering glares to or from anyone. He showed you the same amount of affection as he would on any other good day. He was happy. He was the Shawn you knew.
You brought your car to an abrupt stop in the parking lot not caring about the position you left it in, if it was in anyone’s way or not parked properly.
Your eyes were glued to a crowd of shuffling students. An uneasy feeling welcomed itself at the bottom of your stomach and clung on.
Shoving the drivers door open, you sprinted to the loud, obnoxious sea of teens, knowing damn-well that Shawn was at least one of the persons that were in the middle of it all.
You wove your way in between people, trying to shout his name over the noise.
Just as you broke through the crowd you saw Shawn take a nasty hard blow to the cheek. His head whipped in the direction the punch was thrown, while stumbling back a step. He regained his balance and turned back around ready to throw the next punch. Before he got the chance to, you stepped closer to the two anger fueled boys, “Shawn.” You called in a desperate voice. You hated him fighting, you hated seeing him hurt, and you knew he was capable of killing the other person if he didn’t stop.
His eyes shot to yours at the sound of your calming voice. The crowd turned into white noise as your voice echoed in his ears.
The man he was fighting turned to you, “Hey, why don’t you come back when we’re finished here,” he spat at you while shoving you, sending you stumbling back towards the crowd. Luckily someone had caught you or else you would have fallen to the rough pavement.
“Hey!” Shawn bellowed to his opponent. The man turned back to face him. He only made it halfway before Shawn’s fist came in bone crunching contact with the side of his skull, sending him to ground in agony.
Gasps’ and silent murmurs came off the crowd. Shawn kept his gaze locked on you. You could make out the sound his heavy pants, as his shoulders rose and fell in sync to it, clouds of his breath formed and disappeared in front of him.
He didn’t dare move an inch toward you, in fear of you running away from the beast standing in front of you.
You took the initiative from his silence and took slow steps over to him. Your eyes glued to his, and his to yours. You stopped just before him and gently took his hand in yours. His fingers and palm easily over lapped yours and held them tight, not running the risk of you letting him go. “C'mon,” You spoke softly and quietly him, leading him through and away from the circle of students.
You had him, you had him closer than anyone else ever could in his lifetime. He could never hide himself from you, his efforts to try were only useless. Just holding your small, silky hand in his could bring him to his knees for you. He wanted to explain himself to you, he wanted to tell you exactly why he had gotten into the messy feud, it was all at the tip of his tongue. But he was more desperate not to break the soothing silence.
The car ride back to your house was comfortably still. His hand still clutching yours. The tips of your fingers were stained with his blood that slowly seeped out of his bruised and cut knuckles.
You escorted him through the door and up the stairs to your bathroom. He placed him self on the counter next to the sink as you rummaged through the closet for a first aid kit and rubbing alcohol.
You stood in between Shawn’s legs and grabbed an old knotted rag and soaked it in the rubbing alcohol.
“Y/n,” he began in a soft raspy voice. You shushed him before he could make out another syllable. You ran the rag over the first cut on his eyebrow, it wasn’t too deep but still dripped scarlet substance. “Ow,” he murmured under his breath. You let out a breathy laugh, trying not to smile. “Do you often find humor in other people’s pain?” He smiled down at you, adoring your smile, and the way you tried to hide it. He was locked in on your trance, you didn’t even have to try, you had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.
“Well no, but you just always make me laugh,” you smirked in response. You repeated your actions to the cut on his lip but applied more pressure than before. “Ow!” He let out, pulling away and curling his lip, “Alright you did that on purpose.”
You giggled at his playful accusation knowing it was true. He grasped your waist and brought you in closer, locking his legs at the back of your thighs. He pinched your sides tickling you in revenge for your actions. You giggled even more, trying to hide yourself in his chest black clad chest. His chuckles rumbled out from his chest projecting onto your body.
His arms circled around you and relaxed on the curve above your hips. His head rested on top of your shoulder, his eyes fluttered shut peacefully. “You know,” he started slowly and cautiously, waiting to see if you’d interrupt him again, “I only fought him because he was tormenting me,”
“Is that all?” You questioned him expectantly,
“No. He was tormenting me about you. He knows that I hold you special to me, but he doesn’t actually know you. He’s heard people talking. So he started going on about how weak I must really be, which didn’t bother me. But then he started going on about how ‘ravishing’ and 'sexy’ your body must look, and how he’d love to have a piece of you in 'a long night of fun’. I was seeing red and I lost it, I just-lost it.” He explained, tugging you impossibly closer to his body.
“I get you got angry and I understand that you hated what he was saying, but Shawn you’re better than that, you know you are.” You said pulling away slightly and cupping his cheeks in your hands.
He let out a sigh in agreement to your words. You landed a soft, delicate kiss on his forehead and went back to cleaning his small wounds.
“The slice on my eyebrow is aching.” He groaned.
You smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on the cut, the sour taste of the rubbing alcohol still lingered over it.
“Now that I think about it, the one on the lip is just killing me,” he smirking, waiting for his kiss,
“Nah I think you’re pretty good.” You giggled up at him, removing yourself from his warm hold and walking out of the room.
“No no no. Come back and take care of me!” He called after you.
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This was so much fun to write….

Frostbite

Requested by: @calpalkenzie

Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and the gang takes his side, so being alone and in despair, the reader goes to the lake and tries to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) but jughead saves her?

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Lately Jughead had been acting distant, causing you to get a bit worried, only to find out he was going to break up with you.

Warnings: Small amount of swearing, acts of suicide

Word Count: 2,094

A/N: This is my first imagine so bare with me :-))

Originally posted by bugheader

It had been days since you and Jughead had last spoken, recently things between the both of you wern’t going so well.

Whenever you tried to talk to him he’d reply with vauge answers or simply brush you off. Recently, he’d just been avoiding you, spending more time with Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

To say that didn’t hurt you would be and understatement, mostly because he used to bring you along to hang out with his friends.

You were recently going through a lot back at home, Jughead knew you had family issues, he used to go to Pop’s late at night whenever you needed to get out of the house.

Now, you sat alone in that diner, waiting to see if he’d magically show up and make everything better.

You ordered a strawberry milkshake, and a side of fries, trying to find a way to make time go by faster.

You heard the bell ring, signaling someone had come in only to see Jughead walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk..” He sat down in the booth across from you. You gave him a look, not liking where this was going.

“Listen.. You’re a great girl, and I love you, but I don’t think we’re working out.. we’re just both so different and I just don’t think it would be alright continuing something that isn’t there.” He spoke slowly, watching to see your response.

Your strawberry milkshake and fries arrived, leaving you to pick at them.

“I don’t understand.. everything was fine.. what happened?” You questioned, your eyes getting watery.

“Nothing happened Y/N, it’s just not working out.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, signaling he was hiding something.

“No.. you’re lying.. you always mess with your neck when you don’t want to tell me something.” You choked out, a tear falling down your face.

Jughead looked at you, seeing how distraught you already were, killing him on the inside.

“Archie told me he saw you flirting it up with some guys on the football team.. and Betty and Veronica said they saw you too.” He rubbed his chin, his jaw clenched at the memory.

You felt your heart ache as he spoke, none of that ever happened.

“Juggie, that’s not true at all! I would never do that, I love you.” You protested, more tears falling down your face.

“Listen Y/N, I know I’m not the richest guy in Riverdale but you don’t have to lie to me.” He huffed, now getting annoyed at you.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, your whole life was falling apart right before your very eyes.

“I’m not lying to you. What they saw didn’t happen.” You spoke slowly, trying to calm your breathing.

“Whatever Y/N, my friends wouldn’t lie to me. Unlike you, so now you can go slut around with whoever you want.” He spat, getting out of the booth and exiting the diner.

What happened next was all a blur, one second you were sitting in the booth, feeling your heart being ripped out of you and then the next you were out the door.

You saw Jughead walking away from you. “How could you be such a coward!” You shouted, your voice cracking making him stop in his tracks.

He turned around slowly to see your small figure standing in front of the diner.

“Me? A coward? How in the hell am I a coward?” He retorted, walking up to you. You let out a sarcastic laugh and crossed your arms.

“You didn’t even have the audacity to ask me if what they saw was true or not. You just assumed they were right, you chose to be on their side, not mine.” You spoke angrily, glaring at him.

Jughead rolled his eyes, standing in front of you now. “And guess what, they were obviously right. Man I can’t believe I actually trusted you! I spent five months of my time being with you when all this time you were just using me.” He spat, glaring down at your small figure.

“I wasn’t using you! For the love of god I wasn’t cheating on you!” You shouted, your hands moving in all sorts of motions. Jughead let out a snort and shook his head while rubbing his hands over his face.

“They warned me about you, and they were right. Never talk to me again Y/N.” He sighed, turning and walking away from you. In that moment you felt your heart shatter into pieces.

How did all of this happen? Why would he take their side and not yours? You felt defeated after that, you decided to go back home by sneaking into your bedroom window.

You laid awake for hours that night, replaying the moment that happened in your head. You wanted to call him, you wanted to talk everything out, but you couldn’t. You wanted to call Archie, Betty, and Veronica, but you couldn’t. They were all on his side.

You were alone, once again. You didn’t sleep at all that night, the sun rose and you were still wide awake, except emotionless. You didn’t feel anything, you just felt numb.

Your parents had already left for work, leaving you money behind to buy lunch at school. Today however, you decided you didn’t need it. You grabbed the car keys and walked outside, getting in and driving off to your location.

You just wanted to be happy again.

Back at school Jughead was with Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

“Well don’t you just look dandy.” Veronica smirked, making Jughead groan and roll his eyes.

“Y/N and I got into a huge fight last night, it was really bad.” He groaned again, rubbing his forehead.

“Did you two–” Archie rose his eyebrows, making a face when Jughead nodded.

“I’m gathering that’s what the fight was about?” Betty questioned, crossing her arms. Jughead only nodded, looking around before looking back at them.

“Speaking of Y/N, have you seen her at all this morning? I want to talk to her.” Jughead asked, looking around the halls a bit more frantically this time.

“I haven’t seen her, why?” Betty questioned, looking at Jughead worriedly.

“No.. something is wrong, she would of been here by now. She’s never late to school.” Jughead messed with his beanie, looking down the hallway.

“I’m sure she’s okay bud.” Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder.

“I just have a bad feeling. I left her in such a vulnerable state..” He trailed off, feeling his pocket vibrate. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see a text from you.

“Thanks for the nice five months we’ve had. I’m going to cherish them forever, I’m going to be happy again now.” The message said. Jughead read it aloud, looking at Archie, Betty, and Veronica with a confused look.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Veronica shouted, her eyes wide with panick. “Where is some place Y/N would go to be happy?” Veronica asked quickly, looking at Jughead. He stared at her a minute before his eyes became wide.

“The river. She always used to go there to clear her head when she would get down.” Jughead spoke fast, his body beginning to shake.

“We need to go. Now.” Betty spoke fast, as they all sprinted out the door.

You were already out across the frozen river, getting frostbite the longer you were in the frigid weather. You bent down on the ice, hitting your fists against it to break it apart, using all the energy you had left in your body.

Out of nowhere y ou heard shouting from across the river.

“Y/N!” You heard them all shout. “Oh my god, over there!” Betty pointed out across the frozen river.

“Y/N!” “Y/N stop!” They all shouted again, about to run out to you when the river started to break.

“We all can’t go out there at once or we’ll all go under.” Jughead spoke, panick in his voice.

“Y/N please come back to the shore and we can figure everything out.” Veronica shouted, her face filled with worry.

You slowly stood up, turning around, your lips quivering with makeup smeared from your tears underneathe your eyes.

It was as if time was going in slow motion, nobody knew what would happen next.

They all watched you from the shore, hoping you’d come back.

You just stood there, and then the ice gave away, consuming you into the frigid water below. 

“No!” They all screamed, not caring anymore about all the weight on the ice.

“Y/N!” They all shouted, rushing to the open spot in the ice.

“The current has her!” Archie yelled, “Spread out!” He shouted, as they all rushed around, kicking snow out of their way.

“Over here!” Archie shouted, brushing away the snow before him as Jughead beat away at the ice to break it.

You started to lose consciousness, fading into the darkness of the water.

Jughead and Archie continued to beat away at the ice from above, the water turning bloody from their hands.

“Come on!” Jughead shouted, punching at the ice one last time before breaking it and pulling you out.

Jughead laid you down quickly, seeing if you were still breathing or not and quickly started to give you CPR.

Archie, Betty, and Veronica were all screaming for help.

After Jughead gave you CPR again you coughed up the water from your lungs, making him very relieved.

He gently picked you up as they all ran back to the shoreline. Once you made it back into town, they took you to Veronica’s where she made you some hot chocolate.

You gave a small smile, thanking her for it when Jughead came over.

“Y/N you had me so worried, please never do that again.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, resting your head against his shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry, for everything. I should have come to you first and I didn’t. Maybe if I had none of this would have happened.” He sighed, kissing your forehead.

You let out a small sigh, staring into the fireplace.

“Promise me you’ll never do that again.” He spoke quietly, looking down at you. “I promise.” You whispered, sipping your hot chocolate once more.

From that day on you two were inseparable once again, and everything was once again, happy.

Black & Blue & Red All Over [Shance Ficlet]

For Day 1 of @shancefluffweek: Black/Blue

Summary: Modern AU. When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).


As Lance stepped into the yoga room, he was relieved to see his struggle to the gym that day hadn’t been in vain after all. Near the front of the room the cute Air Force guy, Shiro, was already seated on his mat and warming up with a stretch. His heart skipped a little upon seeing him, and it was all he could do to quash down the gooey feelings brewing inside of him as he approached.

He still couldn’t believe he had such a mushy crush on a guy, especially since he’d sorta hated Shiro when he first joined the class. Before he came along, Lance had had the privilege of being the only strapping young man in a class otherwise comprised of lovely ladies (all of them twice his age, but Lance didn’t discriminate). Once the beefcake military dude walked in, his reign met a swift end. Oh, how he’d despised that dude.

Well, ok, he’d only actually despised him for about an hour. When Shiro approached him after their first class together and politely introduced himself, all his petty jealousy had warped itself into some unfamiliar feeling it took him a while to recognize as attraction. Since that epiphany, he’d been spending a lot more time at the gym – always choosing a place next to Shiro in yoga class, spotting him in the weight room, challenging him to races in the pool just to see him shirtless…I mean, that was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could just confess to the guy, right?

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Jason's Girlfriend

Requests: jason finding out his gf is really sick and he tries to make her comfortable till she passes away and he steals her flowers and things all the time and she thinks he’s the most wonderful guy ever for getting her these things but she doesn’t know what he’s going through and eventually she gets too weak to move and she dies right before jason comes to say his final goodbye and he doesn’t show up at her funeral but after everyone leaves he brings her favorite flowers and breaks down crying

jason talks about his girlfriend all the time and how beautiful she is and how much he’s in love with her and she’s the best thing that ever happened to him but he won’t let anyone meet her and his family starts to think she’s fake until damian and stephanie follow him one night and see he’s placing roses on a recent grave and telling it how much he loves them and will never forget them


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“Guess who’s here?!” The nurse’s face was decorated with an enormous smile as she talked, something you’d never understand. It was as if everyone pitied you these days. That or they were mocking you. With their smiles and kind behaviors that could only signal your end was nearing. The only one who never smiled was

“Jason” you said in a quiet voice and blinked your eyes at him. It was a giggle that you felt bubbling in your throat as you saw his face covered by a flower bouquet

“Hey!” He greeted softly from behind of the fresh bouquet he had bought. Your nurse took care of lifting your pillows as well as your torso, so you were in a more comfortable position.

Jason sat on the chair right next to your bed with a sigh. After handing the flowers to the kind nurse he took your right hand in between his palms. You were cold, colder than he remembered and it killed him.

“Baby, did you tell your brothers that I want to meet them?”

Again Jason sighed. It wasn’t easy to say this but he did talk about you all the time, but he didn’t want any of them to meet you. He just wanted you all to himself. He didn’t want to having to share the pain if losing you with them, because they would never be able to sympathize with him. None of them had seen the love of their life in a deathbed, getting colder and colder with every passing day.

“We’ve talked about this (Y/n).” Jason’s voice was cold, colder than he had intended it to be and momentarily he hated himself for snapping.

“Okay” there was no reaction from your side, only a weak smile as your hand tightened in his grip. Jason stood silent for a while, remembering what the nurse had told him

“she doesn’t have many days left. Itd be better if we stopped pressuring her with visits. ”

And she was right. So many people would visit you, not caring if it tired you and Jason wondered if they could understand that you could barely move anymore.

Jason felt tears well up in his eyes as he stared at you, knowing that this was probably the last time he’d see your smile. He bowed his head, resting it on your shoulder amd breathed in your scent. You didn’t know what he was going through. You didnt know in how much pain he was.


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For more than a year now Jason has been talking to them about a girlfriend, but a girlfriend was nowhere to bee seen. And currently, Dick and Bruce were very worried. They were desperately trying to solve the girlfriend mystery, but Tim insisted on believe Jason and giving him privacy.

Nevertheless it’d been a very long time now that Jason hadn’t showed up anywhere. He wouldn’t go on patrol, he wouldn’t show up at the manor and when they’d get to communicate with him he’d only say about his girlfriend and how truly beautiful she is.

This of course made Dick even more suspicious and after dinner major pressure by the other members of the family he set Damian and Stephanie to follow Jason to his so called girlfriend.


“I’m telling you, the grave was very recent.” Damian yelled, wanting to convince Dick.

“He even placed red roses on it. And he was crying, so hard it broke my heart. He was apologizing for not being able to help her” Stephanie added, emphasizing the ‘red’ part. “Jason’s going through something so tragic Dick, we gotta help him”


But Dick I’ve that Jason wouldn’t speak. He’d never admit being so hurt, or that his word was crushing down due to his denial. All he had to do was wait until he’d open up about it.

Poison

A mission gone awry leaves Hanzo fighting for his life, and McCree in limbo, waiting for him to come back…wanting to take revenge, and realising just how much Hanzo has come to mean to him.

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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I’m Not Quitting You

Simmons hated how much he shook as he got off his ship and stepped onto the familiar moon once again. He looked around. Everything looked just about the same, from the ruined waterpark to the two bases. For a moment, he closed his eyes, imagining that they were all there, just goofing off and having a good time. In that moment, he fully understood why Grif had refused to leave.

He also wondered if coming back was really such a good idea.

“I don’t like you. Any of you.” Those ugly words echoed in Simmons’s head, making him wince. Still, there was no turning back. Taking a deep breath, he walked toward what used to be this place’s Red Base.

He had met with surprisingly little resistance when he voiced his decision to go back for Grif. Most of the protests had come from the weird, knockoff clones, who were convinced that they all had to stay underground while they figured out what to do next.

“He’s probably dead already,” Temple had insisted. “We need to focus on targeting the UNSC and protecting ourselves!”

Tucker had also not been thrilled. “Dude, you’re seriously gonna ditch too? Nice to know we’ve got such a loyal fucking group!”

Simmons wasn’t particularly close to Tucker, so he was able to easily push aside his guilt. What he hadn’t been prepared for was Sarge, who had let him go after a minor token rant about desertion and insubordination. In a defeated voice, he had muttered: “Do what you gotta do, son.”

A few years ago, being called “son” by Sarge would have evoked the deepest sense of happiness imaginable. Now, it just filled Simmons with sadness and regret. He asked Donut and Lopez to take care of their leader while he was gone.

Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, Caboose had been the most understanding out of anyone. “It is okay,” he had said cheerfully. “You need to help Grif. He is your friend.” When Tucker had spoken out against it, Caboose said simply: “We can still rescue Church, but I think that Grif needs Simmons more than Church needs Simmons. Simmons will bring Grif back, and we will find Church, and everyone will be happy!”

“Caboose, I don’t know if we’ll be coming back,” Simmons had said. “Grif might not want to, and…I’m not going to leave him.” He knew this was true. He couldn’t leave without Grif. Not again. These past few days had more than proven that.

Caboose had been unconcerned. “Pfft! Of course you will come back! We are friends! Friends always come back!”

Simmons hadn’t had the heart to argue with him.

Now, he stood in the doorway of the Red Base. Empty food containers littered the ground, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Of course it’s a fucking pig sty. Jesus, I’m gonna need to do some serious cleaning here.

It was while he was wondering just how big of a dumpster he would need to build that Grif decided to enter the room from the attached kitchen. He froze, his stance the only thing hinting at the utter shock that dominated his mind in that moment. Of course, he recovered quickly and asked: “What the hell are you doing here?”

Simmons winced at the hostility in his tone. “I, uh…”

“What, did your little quest to find a dead man fail? Well, tough shit! This base is mine now! You guys can all hang out at Blue Base!”

“It’s just me,” Simmons mumbled.

“What?”

“It’s just me,” he said, just a little louder. “I’m the only one here.”

At this, Grif faltered. “Are they dead?”

“No.”

Grif hated how relieved he was to hear that. “Well, that’s a surprise. I figured at least Donut would’ve gotten himself killed at this point.”

“Oh, would you stop for just two seconds?” Simmons snapped, strangely emboldened by Grif’s familiar, dickish attitude. “The UNSC is targeting everyone involved with Project Freelancer, sim troopers included. We met another group that’s been dealing with repeated attacks. I figured I’d come back and warn you. You know, so you wouldn’t get killed while sitting here stuffing your face all alone on this fucking moon! You’re welcome!”

Grif gaped, then let out a short, humorless laugh. “Typical. Even in retirement, assholes are trying to kill me. Why the hell can’t I catch a single fucking break?”

“Look, I get that you’re tired,” Simmons said. He meant it too. He fully understood why Grif had left the group, even though he hated that their friendship somehow meant so little.

Their friendship… Memories of that day in the Temple of Procreation rose in his mind, and he quickly quashed them down. “I’m tired too. I wish this could all just be over.”

“No, you don’t,” Grif snorted. “You’d be happy to follow Sarge off a fucking cliff if he asked you to.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, it so is.”

“He didn’t want me coming back here!” Simmons snapped. “So, ha! I don’t do everything he tells me!”

This caused Grif to pause. That was true. Sarge definitely wouldn’t have wanted to spare one of his own men to simply send a warning to Grif. “Okay, so what gave you the balls to go against him?” he asked, his voice taking on a slight hint of interest. “I kinda want to know how that went down.”

Simmons stared at the ground, not wanting to relive his departure from Red Team. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice coming out way softer than he had intended.

“Huh?” Grif blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. Something about the tone of Simmons’s voice was making his chest hurt. It was a familiar pain, one he had tried desperately to ignore for years.

For a moment, he was in the Temple again. Simmons was curled up next to him, head nestled in the crook of his neck. The cyborg half of his face was warm from resting against Grif’s bare skin. That was the one time that pain had actually gone away.

Then, the effects of the Temple faded. That sense of fear and awkwardness returned. The two had separated, refusing to look at each other. The pain in his chest returned tenfold, and Grif vowed never to speak or think of it again.

“I said I needed to see you,” Simmons repeated. “I’m not leaving without you.”

Grif felt his heart growing steely again. Of course Simmons was trying to get him to go back to the others. Of course he didn’t really get it. Not this time! he thought. This time, I’m actually doing what’s right for me. No more getting dragged around the fucking universe to find a Blue who won’t fucking die. No more getting yelled at by Sarge. No more!

“I’m not going back!” he said firmly. “I already told you: I’m done. I quit.”

There were those ugly words again. Simmons felt tears welling up in his one human eye. “Well, I’m not quitting you, asshole!” he shouted, his voice coming out as half a sob.

Again, Grif found himself unable to speak. The sudden sharpness of Simmons’s voice actually made him take a step back. He blinked, not sure what to say.

Thankfully, Simmons had plenty to say. “I’m not quitting you!” he repeated. “Not now! Not after all these years! I can’t do it.” He shook his head slowly. “I can’t do it without you. I know that now. It wasn’t Sarge’s approval that kept me going all this time. It was bitching about every little thing with you, yelling at you when you didn’t clean up your fucking room, knowing you were there during every battle.”

He looked directly at Grif’s face, hoping he was meeting his eyes through their helmets. “That’s why I’m not going anywhere without you. If you decide to go help the others, I’ll be right with you. If not, I’ll be right here. We’ll probably want to work on cloaking this place a little better, though.”

Grif listened to Simmons’s speech, completely stunned. For the first time in a while, he felt hot tears welling up in his eyes. Was he dreaming? He had to be. Throughout his life, no one had ever put him first. Someone else had always been more important than him, whether it was Kai, Sarge, fucking Church…

Unable to vocalize this sense of shock, he instead resorted to his usual insulting attitude. “What, are you becoming my personal stalker now?”

“No! I…” Simmons could feel his face becoming wet with tears. He didn’t know how much more of this he could handle. “I’ll leave. If you want me to, I’ll go. Just tell me this: Did you really mean it? Do you really…hate all of us?”

In that moment, Grif could feel his mental walls crumbling. He hated that broken undertone in Simmons’s voice. It was too fucking painful. “No,” he found himself saying, his voice losing all of its usual sarcasm and edge. “I don’t hate any of you. I want to punch Donut in the fucking throat most of the time, Tucker is too high and mighty for his own good, and don’t even get me started on Sarge.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But…I don’t hate anyone. I…I don’t think I can hate you.”

Simmons felt his chest lighten almost immediately. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice cracking a little.

“Yeah,” Grif muttered, coughing to hide the tears in his own voice. “And, I don’t want you to go.”

That was all he needed to hear. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Simmons nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice still shaky. “Well, let’s see about cloaking this place from the UNSC. I actually had some ideas involving converting the basement to a full-time-”

“Take off your helmet,” Grif cut in. He was done. His chest felt like it was going to implode. If he didn’t act on this, he’d go crazy. He and Simmons literally had an entire moon to themselves. There was no Sarge. No mission. No immediate danger. He was out of excuses.

“Huh?” Simmons felt his heart stutter at the tone in his friend’s voice. “Why do you want me to-?”

“Just do it,” Grif muttered. Before I lose my fucking nerve.

Simmons paused, then complied. He unclasped his helmet, pulled it off, and set it to the side.

Grif fumbled with his own helmet, practically threw it to the ground, and closed the distance between them in less than a second. He registered the stunned look on his best friend’s tearstained face before he grabbed his shoulders, leaned in, and pressed their lips together.

Simmons let out a gasp against Grif’s mouth. Then, his knees turned to jelly and he wrapped his arms tightly around Grif’s midsection to anchor himself. He shut his eyes, parting his lips for Grif’s insistent tongue. He tasted cheese whiz, crackers, and flat soda, and it was fucking perfect!

There were no pheromones this time, no weird Temple pulses influencing them. This was just them. Just Simmons and Grif, two people who met by chance and were never destined to be apart since then.

Grif’s heart thudded loudly as Simmons twined their tongues together. He gripped the maroon soldier’s shoulders tightly, terrified that he would disappear if he loosened his grip for a second.

Simmons squirmed a little, trying to move back enough to undo his armor’s gloves. He managed to remove the one over his human hand, and pressed his palm to the side of Grif’s patched, partially tan, partially white face. He stroked his friend’s cheek, feeling the spots where Grif’s skin turned to the skin Simmons had given him after that incident with the tank so long ago. During the first few days, he had mused that he was forever a part of Grif. It turned out that weird, literal sentiments meant little.

This, on the other hand, meant everything.

Grif gasped at the gentle touch to his face, and nuzzled unabashedly against Simmons’s palm. He dared to open his eyes, and was immediately floored by the look on his friend’s face. Simmons’s one green eye was still watery with unshed tears, but was gazing at him with this weird, foreign, tender expression. Even his glowing red cyborg eye seemed to be flickering with emotion. His lips were upturned in the happiest smile Grif had ever seen.

New tears sprang to Grif’s eyes and trickled down his cheek, and- Oh, shit! Simmons was leaning in and kissing away his tears, and this was just too fucking much to deal with!

Simmons peppered soft kisses over Grif’s face, tasting salt with each touch. He wiped at the extra tears with his thumb, brushed his lips against his friend’s eyelids, then moved down to his mouth again. This time, he took control of the kiss, making it slow and sweet.

Grif felt the urgency and desperation from before fading as Simmons swept him away in a softer, gentler kiss than the first one. His hands moved downward so that he could wrap his arms snugly, but not too tightly, around him. He felt Simmons’s hand moving back to play with his hair, and wondered if it was really possible to feel this happy.

They eventually drew back enough to stare at each other. Their breaths mingled as two sets of half-lidded, mismatched eyes blinked slowly. Then, simultaneously, grins spread across their faces.

“This is really fucking gay, dude,” Grif muttered, raising a playful eyebrow.

Simmons burst out laughing. “No shit!”

Grif’s grin widened at the sound. It occurred to him that he hardly ever heard Simmons laugh, even after knowing him for so long. He was glad that he could be the one to make it happen. He rested his forehead against Simmons’s, feeling cool metal and warm skin. “Don’t go,” he murmured.

Simmons closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. “I won’t.”

After a moment, Grif asked: “So, should we take this to my room?”

Simmons gave him a deadpanned look. “Have you cleaned in there?”

“Uh, define ‘cleaned.’”

“Didn’t think so. We’re taking this to my room.”

“Doesn’t matter to me!”

Simmons rolled his eyes. “You know you need to clean up there, right?”

“Stop nagging! You’ll ruin the mood!” Grif snapped, though his voice held no true bite at this point.

Simmons snickered. “Fine. You get a pass for now.”

“Good.” Grif was already undoing the clasps of his armor. “Let’s pick things up where we left off.”

“I thought we weren’t ever going to mention that,” Simmons teased.

“Shut up.”

They still needed to figure out how to hide from the UNSC. They still needed to talk about what they were going to do next and clear the air around several subjects. There were a thousand feelings, facts, and actions that needed to be addressed, but that didn’t matter just then.

Just then, they were going to say “fuck it” and be selfish for a little while. At least Grif would be living up to Tucker’s expectations.

i could teach you - taeyong scenario - part three

Lee Taeyong - NCT

words - 3.8k

genre - angst, heartbreaker!au

soundtrack - hey violet, break my heart

parts - 1 / 2 / / 4/ 5 (still ongoing)

Originally posted by xehunted

The buzz that emitted from your pocket drawing your attention away from him. If it was Minyoung, you were not going to answer. After you called her this morning, the memory of her screaming voice was still vividly etched in your mind. That conversation was pure torture – thank god you didn’t tell her about Taeyong or you wouldn’t be breathing right now.

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My hand shook as I tapped the phone on the side of my leg. I paced in front of my car, it was getting dark, and I was about to do something probably incredibly stupid, in order to explain why I was going to do something else that was no doubt dangerous. Sitting on the hood of my car I dialed the number…his number. Every time the tone rang the whole in the pit of my stomach grew.

“Please don’t pick up… please don’t pick up…” I whispered. I heard the tone stop, then his voicemail, I sighed in relief.

“Hi…its (y/n),” I breathed, “you’re probably are wondering why you’re hearing this…I know we haven’t talked in awhile, but I thought it was time…” I lowered my voice, “the only time. So, I’m calling you to say…to say goodbye. I am about to do something incredibly dangerous and rather stupid, but hey, I am related to Damon.” I chuckled sadly, “what I’m about to do will save my friends, my family so I’m gonna do it, and by the time you hear this I’ll be gone…or back depending on Bonnie. Anyway, I’m calling you to tell you, that, I love you Elijah. I always have and I always will love you.”

“Well that was heartwarming.” I heard Damon’s voice once I hung up the phone. I turned around and saw him leaning on the back of the car.

“What are you doing?” I asked putting the phone in my pocket.

“Giving you company.” He smirked, “figured a…responsible big brother wouldn’t let you do this alone.”

My eyes widened, “No, no Damon! You are not coming with me!”

“The hell I’m not. Beside, Stefan and me tossed a coin, I won.” Damon waltzed closer.

“You two tossed a coin?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.

“A…trick coin (y/n). But still I won, best brother of the year.” Damon smiled, and opened the passenger side of the car, “so get in the car, because there is no way you’re doing this without me.”

I scoffed rolling my eyes, but slowly got into the car.

“Why don’t I drive?” Damon questioned.

“Nope.” I shook my head starting the car.

“Why not?” Damon exclaimed.

“Well, one, it’s my car, and two, you died first. Which means I can drive the car longer.” I began to drive towards the barrier into town. The moment we crossed, I felt a pain in the my stomach, I kept pushing down on the peddle trying I to go as fast as the car would go. I gasped as blood appeared on my shirt, I glanced at Damon as his shirt began to become soaked with blood.

“You know there is a bright side to all of this…” Damon began talking through clenched teeth.

“Which is?” I struggled to keep my hands on the wheel.

“We’re humans.” He chuckled painfully. I could see the Grill as we got closer, just a few more moments.

“I’m glad you’re my brother Damon.” I said breathlessly.

“Me too (y/n), me too.”
***
I gasped shooting up. The pain was gone…I couldn’t feel anything.

“Damon?” I called looking around finding myself in a forest.

“Here, (y/n).” Damon came said running over and helped me up, “you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. You?”

He nodded, “come on, we gotta find Bon-Bon.” He grabbed my arm and we began to run through the forests finally happening back upon the graveyard and Bonnie.

“You guys made it, good!” She exclaimed, “now when you guys touch me, you’ll be transferred back to your bodies. You guys need to get back here as soon as possible. Understand?”

I nodded glancing over at Damon. Slowly I reached out and touched Bonnie’s hand. There was a flash and then, I was standing behind the bar of the now blown up bar. Looking towards my feet I saw…my body…mangled and broken. I sucked in a deep breath, my chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly.

“Damon?” I called looking around, “Damon?!” The panic rose in my voice.

“(Y/n),” the calm voice came from behind me. I twirled around my eyes widened.

“Rick?” I smiled.

“Hey (y/n).” He chuckled, “see you finally made it over.”

“Have you seen Damon?” I asked hugging him.

“Over here sister.” Damon came around a corner waving away smoke. I ran over to him wrapping my arms around him.

“Glad to see you too.” He smiled lightly, “come on, we gotta get back to Bonnie. You too Rick.”

“Through the cemetery, quicker if we go through the park.” I suggested.

“Let’s get going then.” Rick pushed us towards the door, which was more of a large hole. The three of us raced through the park and forest. The wind was blowing everywhere, things were falling apart like sand.

“Stefan!” I called seeing my other brother standing beside Bonnie. I ran up to him wrapping my arms around him.

“Thank goodness you’re alright.” He hugged me tighter.

“Alright, once you guys touch you can pass through me and back into the real world.” Bonnie explained.

“Rick, go.” I said nodding towards Rick.

“What?” He asked.

“Go, this is your chance, go back to the real world.” I added. He looked at the others who all nodded. He nodded slowly before reaching out, touched Bonnie, and he was gone.
Suddenly Bonnie began to waver, blood coming from her nose.

“Bonnie?” Damon asked concerned. She leaned backwards, without out a second thought Stefan reached out and caught her. He disappeared.

“Bonnie, you okay?” I asked stepping closer.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She shook her head, “Stefan’s through, your guys turn.” She reached out both of her hands. I glanced at Damon, we both grabbed on of Bonnie’s hands. Nothing.

“No.” Bonnie’s eyes widened as she grabbed our hands again…nothing.

“It’s too much for you…” I whispered, “we’re stuck.” I could feel my body run cold. Damon looked at me with sad eyes…the rest I don’t really remember.
***
We had been trapped in the prison world for months. Bonnie tried to get her magic back using her Grandmother’s grimoire, but it didn’t work. At least not until we met another person trapped in the prison world: Kai Parker. He had our way out. Damon and Damon didn’t trust, we now know he had good reason too.

“Come on!” Bonnie ran down into the cave as we followed, “it’s close to the eclipse.” She stood in the center of the cave. She had the ascendant, and was beginning to perform the spell, breaking the skin, blood pooling around the ascendant.

“Ready to go home?” She asked.

“Completely.” Damon said as we stepped forward taking her hand. Bonnie took a breath, she opened her mouth as if to begin the spell. Suddenly she was flung backwards crying out in pain. Damon and I turned quickly, my eyes grew wide as Kai stepped toward holding a criwwbow ped towards us.

“Forgetting about someone?” He chuckled, “now we made a deal.” I turned to look at Bonnie, she was bleeding holding her stomach.

“You’re suppose to be dead!” Damon explained.

“I.ve tried killing myself before, it doesn’t work.” Kai smirked, “now give me the ascendant.” He demanded.

“No.” Bonnie groaned, “I’m not letting you escape.” She glared at him, and pushed her hand through the air sending Kai backwards.

“Damon.” Bonnie tossed the ascendant.

“Bon-Bon, no.” He shook his head.

“Tell them I’m alive.” Bonnie smiled weakly before continuing with the spell. Quickly Damon grabbed my hand before light engulfed us.
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I could hear someone talking…mumbles at first, then it cleared. Stefan. My sight I used just as Stefan threw a whisky bottle. Damon caught it easily. I looked at Stefan.

“Damon? (Y/n)?” He choked out looking between us.

“We’re back.” I smiled lightly stepping forward. Stefan stared at me for a second, before engulfing me in a hug. I hugged him tightly, fear this could all a dream.
We explained what happened to Stefan, and especially that Bonnie was alive.

“I need to go find my girl.” Damon said making to leave the crypt.

“Damon wait.” Stefan called, “there were things that happened while you were gone, this that involve both of you.”
It was Steans plan to explain…
Damon was enraged about what Elena had done…what they let her do…Stefan and him went to Rick, trying to figure out a way to fix it. I on the other hand headed for the house, I took in a deep breath and walked into my home. It was different, everything seemed alive, other than the prison world where everything was empty. Walking further into the house I ventured towards the living room, no one. Next I tried the kitchen, still no one. Finally I walked into the library. I saw the back of him, he seemed to reading, or lost in thought.

“Elijah.” I spoke softly staying where I was. His head moved upward from what he was reading. Slowly he stood and turned towards me, his eyes were red.

“(Y/n)…” He whispered. A smile crossed my lips, “I’m back.”

Later:

“What were you thinking?” Elijah demanded his tone stern as he paced in front of the couch where I sat.

“I was thinking, I should be more daring like Damon.” I replied sarcastically.

“Is that really your reason?” Elijah stopped and looked at me.

“What does it matter? I’m back.”

“From the dead. You left me that message and then drove your car into the grill.” His voice was angry.

“I made a choice, for my family.” I stood.He scoffed and turned away.

“You have to understand that.” I walked towards him, “you would kill for your family, I would die for mine.

“You did die.” He grumbled standing in front of me, “and left me with a simple voicemail, after years of silence, I just get that!”

“Would you have preferred that I didn’t say goodbye? That I had just no told you, and let you find out on your own?!” I snapped.

“You could at least have consulted me when you were making the decision!” He snapped.

“It was the spur of the moment decision alright, I didn’t have a lot of time!” I answered annoyed.

“It was a studio decision, do you even realize what was at stake?! I could have lot you for good!” Elijah shouted. I wanted to shout back, but I was surprised by him comment.

“Elijah…I could never leave you.” I grabbed his hand, “and I think this proves, a point that not even death itself could me from you. Not forever.”

“I think I would have gone mad if you had stayed gone for any longer.” He whispered leaning his forehead against mine.

“I’m back, and I never plan on leaving again.” I smiled gently.

“Good.” He breath before setting his lips to mine. He pulled away slowly to pull me into a hug.
I was glad to be back in his arms.

Disobeying Orders

Anonymous asked: Can I request a sandor x reader. Shes from a northern house and is in KL and joffery sends sandor to beat her but when he comes to her bed chambers they just end up talking. They become very close over time and then the next time he comes to her room and finds shes running away so promises to take her safely… And as they’re on the road and travelling, she ends up giving him her family Valyrian sword as she’s the only one left of her line. Any ending you like :)

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Sandor or Joffrey. They belong to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: angst, mentions of possible beating, running away, a teeny bit of fluff

Pairings: Sandor Clegane x fem!reader, Joffrey Baratheon

Originally posted by sansanfan97

You weren’t sure what you did to incur Joffrey’s wrath, but whatever it was, you knew it was bad. Instead of punishing you outright, Joffrey had told two of the Gold Cloaks to escort you to your chambers and to keep you there. That was worse. The wait was pure torture and made you wish that you’d never come to King’s Landing. You wished you’d stay in the North. Still, it was too late to change it now. You sat on your bed, wringing your hands as you waited for Joffrey’s punishment.

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Tell Me How pt. 2

First I have to say, I was blown away by how well the first chapter was received, you are all awesome. Seriously, the bughead family is probably the best fandom I’ve been a part of and it’s because each and every one of you is simply amazing! Especially @wordsonpages1, thanks for everything! And now I give you…chapter two :)


Betty Cooper was stuck. Her instinct was to turn heel and walk away like he’d done all those years before, but there was so much more than her pride at stake. It was one of those moments that seemed to last a lifetime or at least flash it before your eyes. Betty felt the breath hitch in her throat, her hands clung to the car seat as Jughead Jones stepped into the moonlight. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind, so rapidly she couldn’t find the words or bandwidth to process them. Her eyes steeled against the tears that threatened to overwhelm her, the taste of blood spilling across her tongue once again.

“Let’s get him inside,” Jughead said quietly. Betty nodded and followed him into the house. It was warm, and not just in a temperate way, but in feeling. She didn’t see much; he’d ushered her into the kitchen where the red walls were covered in cast iron cookware, and took the carrier from her arms, setting it on the table. Betty picked up the binkie attached to the baby’s sleeper and placed it in his mouth, whispering nonsensical things as she tried to placate him back to sleep. She could feel Jughead’s eyes on her, feel the questions lingering on his lips as she watched his mouth open and close in her periphery, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed them down.

The baby settled, but only for a moment. He was fighting against sleep, desperately trying to hold on…even if he had no idea what it was he’d lost. Just that something was terribly wrong in his universe, and Betty wanted nothing more than to hold him to her chest and kiss away the tears.  Jughead’s heavy sigh drew her attention but she still didn’t dare look at him. Thoughts bombarded her, her insides felt as if she were being pulled in a hundred different directions, the room started to spin until the pain pierced the veil she hadn’t even been aware she’d been constructing. She needed to maintain some semblance of professionalism, which she felt she failed to do up until this point. He was going to provide shelter, stability, affection…love; her teeth found the inside of her cheek already tender, but she bit down anyway. He deserved that love. They both did. The breath that passed her own lips was shaky, her nerves were all but shot from the proceeding day, and Jughead’s proximity did nothing to allay them.

“Jughead Jones,” she said once her voice returned to her, “meet Elliot.”

He was standing next to her, his shoulder making the slightest contact with hers as he tried to draw Elliot’s attention. He smiled, softly, at the baby, voice hushed and calm, each word that fell from his lips stung her. Stepping back, Betty turned to look out the window, unable to focus on much more than the sound of the Sweetwater churning in the distance. His voice made her raw, exposing nerves she’d long thought healed, and his scent, lingering in the air around her…

“Betts?” He questioned, so casually, as the tips of his fingers pressed against the small of her back. For a fleeting moment, she nearly gave in. The warmth of his touch spread through her, the strength she’d so relied on for so long within her grasp. She could feel his fingers grip at the fabric of her coat before she turned away from him, arms wrapped tightly around her torso. Betty steeled herself against the resignation that settled in his eyes as he stepped back.

“All of my contact information is in the diaper bag, but I would understand if you maybe wanted to deal with someone else, um, I’ll just tell my supervisor to be waiting for your call.”  She nodded, resolute.

A deep crease furrowed his brow. “No, Betty, that’s not going to happen.”

“Listen, Jughead, this doesn’t have to be a difficult transition. It’s not going to be easy; infants rarely are, I mean the twins were…” A lifetime ago, she thought. But she didn’t know this Jughead Jones. Fuck, she thought, if the words rose in her throat as steadily as the bile seemed to, she may be able to discern a thing or two about how to salvage this increasingly awkward encounter. She smiled, politely, as air huffed softly through her nose. “I just don’t want him to suffer because we can’t even have a conversation.”

“Betty, come on, if anyone else had been standing at that door you would have been the epitome of professional. I mean look at you,” he waved his hand, appraising her form: impossibly high ponytail, pressed slacks, matching jacket, kitten-heeled pumps. “Even at three a.m.; you’re a vision.” Jugheads voice faded out, his eyes dropped from hers and back to Elliot, now blowing bubbles in his sleep.

The urge to move possessed Betty suddenly, it was too quiet, too still…she could hear the wheels turning in his head, could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. She started pacing. “Jughe…Jug, this is not going to be easy for me. Being here, in your house… Hah, I didn’t even know you were back in Riverdale! But I guess that was kind of the point then, wasn’t it?” She held up her hand when he tried to speak. “I will not ask questions unless it’s about Elliot. I won’t contact you unless it regards him, and if this is going to work…” she swallowed hard as she stopped pacing and turned back to face him, glassy-eyed, her heart stuck in her throat. “This has to work Jughead. I need to be there for him, I can’t really explain why.”

A soft smile broke his lips, but his eyes still held onto the sadness that always seemed to pervade them. “Because you’re Betty Cooper. He’s so lucky to have you on his side. I promise I won’t fuck this up for you, like–”

“We can’t do that, go down that road. Not tonight, maybe not ever. Right now, I’m Elliot’s case worker and you are his foster parent, we’ll keep to professional courtesies, and see each other only when necessary. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “okay.” His voice sounded hoarse to her ears and if the last three years hadn’t happened, she might even felt a little bit bad about being so terse. Instead, she nodded, turning to walk out of the room, out of his house, until her eyes refocused on the baby, still in his car seat on the table. Her eyes softened as she thought about all this little boy would have to get through, a watery smiled tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked back to Jughead, who was looking at Elliot the same way. While she wasn’t exactly sure what her feelings about Jughead would be, or even what they were at the moment, she was thankful that, at least for a little while, Elliot would have him.

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Betty was thankful for the warm, yellow lights as they cascaded from the sky in even intervals the closer she got to town. The road from the Sweetwater didn’t have but a couple of streetlights and Betty’s tired eyes could hardly handle the strain. She just wanted to be home, wrapped in her ratty, flannel blanket, listening to something that was bound to make her cry even harder than she already planned on doing.

How the hell had Jughead Jones ended up a foster parent? The question and a thousand crazier-than-the-last theories cycled through her head. She couldn’t remember him discussing it at any time, though, it had been a long time ago. She was certain she’d remember that though, considering why they’d parted ways in the first place. Her hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as she drove back into Riverdale, the last words he’d said to her, resonating as loudly now as then. Betty must have been driving on autopilot, her mind a million miles away as the car shuddered to a stop before looming wrought iron gates. Betty looked up confused, not even realizing she’d made her way to the cemetery rather than her own home. Resigned, she killed the engine and made her way to the gate, pulling the loosely chained panels apart and sliding through.

This was unfortunately not Betty Cooper’s first dalliance with breaking into the cemetery after hours. She’d done it a few times when she was younger, more now that she moved back. Some nights she just needed the kind of comfort only the graveyard would offer. What she was looking for lie up ahead, too large an obelisk to be anything but a beacon. A sad smile settled on her lips as she slid down the left of the monument, wind whipping stray strands of hair into the tracks of her freshly spilled tears.

“What am I supposed to do now, Pol?”

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It was nearly six before Betty got home, her house engulfed in the blush, rosy hues of sunrise. She sent a quick text to her boss, letting her know what happened and that she’d be in late. Stripping off her clothes and pulling the hair-tie free, Betty threw herself back onto the pristinely made bed, where she desperately willed sleep to claim her.

It didn’t.

Her eyes traced the cracks in her plastered ceiling, each spindly branch weaving through the stucco, all eventually leading back to the center where the fan was haphazardly suspended above her. The air whirred around her, chilling her skin but doing nothing to assuage what bubbled under the surface. She felt fire, rising in her stomach, and almost too late realized that she was actually going to be sick.

She barely made it into the bathroom, opting to empty her stomach into the sink as it was a few steps closer. Wiping a hand across her mouth, she caught a glimpse of her reflection and promptly sank to the floor. Hands tangled in her hair, the vinyl tile sticking to her bare skin, the tears overtook and the battle she’d valiantly fought all night came crumbling down around her.

Betty opened one eye, then the other, still bleary from sleep as the percussive cries of her niece woke her. She rolled to face her clock, the glaring red numbers read 7:22. Annoyed she couldn’t sleep in on the only Saturday she had free until graduation, Betty flung off her covers and hopped out of bed.

The door to Polly’s room was cracked open with the light from the adjacent bathroom peeking out from under the door. Rolling her eyes, Betty opened the door to the nursery and was greeted with the sight of her infuriated niece and nephew. Seeing their tear-streaked, ruddy cheeks, Betty was overcome with guilt, she should be more willing to help, she knew how hard it was getting on Polly. Between work, online classes, Hal Cooper’s complete and utter detachment from his eldest daughter, Alice’s incessant over-bearing…everything; she’d been flailing. Betty tried to help her. She and Jughead took the twins every Wednesday night, Cheryl had them Saturday and Sunday, but maybe she should be doing more.

Betty tried figuring how she could work more twin-time into her already hectic schedule as she changed Calliope, her little hands fisting red curls as she babbled. Smiling at her niece, Betty put her back in the crib and tended to Xander. Once the twins were cleaned up, she walked over to the bathroom and rapped on the door.

“Pol? I’m taking the twins downstairs. I’ll get them fed and everything, just, take your time.” She heard a garbled ‘Thank you, Betty,’ through the thin door, and couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips.

A kid on each hip, she walked into the kitchen with purpose. And that purpose was waffles. She secured Callie and Xan in their highchairs and sent a quick text to Jughead before pulling the iron from the pantry and starting on breakfast.

The music was turned up loud, Betty dancing and singing along to whatever random kid’s song played on satellite. Xander laughed and swayed back and forth in his chair, making silly faces at his aunt while Callie tried her hand at singing, or loudly screaming. Betty couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of her; smiles, sticky, syrupy-hands matting Xander’s spiky blonde hair to his head, Callie’s quasi-toothy grin as she recognizes the next song.

She’s distracted by the ding of her phone, quickly reading the text before rushing up the stairs.

“Hey Pol, there’s still some waffles left if you want them. Juggie’s on his way, so seriously, if you want them you’re going to need to get a move on!” She waited a beat; still nothing. Her knuckles tapped against the door gently. “Pol?” When more silence followed, they connected with more urgency. “Polly?!” There was some noise coming from the other side, but whatever it was made Betty’s blood run cold.

Frantically, she screamed for her sister, hands desperately yanking at the locked door, the knob not giving as much as she fought it. Then she tried to kick it, she felt the door bow as her foot made contact, but it wasn’t enough. Taking a step back, and a deep breath, Betty lowered her shoulder and hit the door just above the knob, splintering the frame with the force as the door swung open.

“POLLY!!!” Betty dropped to her knees, sweeping her sister up into her arms. Vomit clung to Polly’s hair, ran down her face, pooled next to the base of the toilet; it’s pervasive stench assaulting Betty’s nostrils. “You can’t do this to me! You promised…” The tears now freely flowed down Betty’s face as she turned her sister to face her and maybe see if she could get her to throw up again.

“Betty,” she croaked before the drugs overtook her. The last image that would be seared into her sister’s mind would be that of the whites of her eyes, vomit dribbling off her chin as she went limp in her arms.

“No no no no no no…” Betty muttered, sliding Polly to the floor before she started chest compressions. “You cannot leave them, Polly. Calliope and Xander need you. I need you, please,” she cried.

“Betty? What’s going…oh my god,” Betty looked up, tears falling onto Polly who lay unresponsive under her.

“Juggie,” she said brokenly as pain in her wrists and shoulders started to set in. She had no idea how long she’d been doing compressions, she only knew she stopped when Jughead had pulled her off, insisting that EMTs would be there any second. She hadn’t even seen him call. He led her down the stairs, back to the kitchen where the twins were still entertained by the Barenaked Ladies. She stared, dazed, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

“Betts, please, I need you to breathe. Okay, can you do that for me?” He asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. The smell of his laundry detergent and stale smoke did wonders for her nerves, or maybe it was just the way he never took his hands off of her, tethering her to Earth before she slipped away from reality. Together they moved the twins into the living room, and as soon as the first gate went up, Hal and Alice Cooper burst through the door, Riverdale paramedics and police arriving just seconds later.

Betty knew the moment her mother had made it upstairs. The sound Alice Cooper made upon finding her daughter dead on her bathroom floor would haunt Betty’s dreams the rest of her life. She pulled her feet up on the couch, wrapping her arms around her legs, curling herself into the smallest form she could as Jughead wrapped his arms around her, and promised, in no unwavering terms that he would be by her side. Always.

Divided

A one-shot sequel to We Intertwined

An Ignis Scientia Story
Word Count: 2,550

A/N: Here it is! One of my one-shot sequels to my Ignis x Raine story. I have another one coming soon that starts where this one leaves off. Lots of angst under the cut.

“How far along are you?”

Raine shrugged. She was leaned against the wall beside Dave’s shop near the marketplace in Lestallum, subconsciously rubbing the base of her stomach. “Doctor says around six or seven weeks.”

Dave whistled low. “Has be really been gone for that long?”

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Heartache (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Plot: The reader miscarries her and boyfriend Sam’s baby

Prompt: ‘If we don’t make it through this time, then what?’

Warning: Major, major angst, miscarriage, depression, loss of a child, anger, just so much sadness it’ll break your heart and I really don’t want to offend or overly upset anyone.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned) Castiel (mentioned) unnamed midwife

Honestly, don’t read if you’re upset by this topic. I don’t want to hurt anyone!

For Brooke and Taylor’s Angst Challenge 

@wayward-oneshots @impalaimagining 

Originally posted by adaav

8 months. 8 whole months of carrying her and Sam’s future around inside of her, loving, protecting and nurturing her unborn baby. Her little girl. Their little girl. The last bit of hope other than her boyfriend Y/N hung onto was gone. As if she didn’t matter.

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Rules for Dating Tony (Chapter 3)

Welcome back guys! I’m glad everyone seems to be enjoying this little fic because it fun to write! And I’m LOVING  the messages/asks speculating which one Tony is going to end up with!!!
Catch up on the other chapters HERE, not super necessary but it helps give a little context.
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Bucky
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On Wednesday, Bucky knocked on Tony’s door, looking dashing and respectable in his dress uniform and holding a dozen roses.

“Bucky… what’s up?” Tony took the flowers with a small smile, burying his nose in the blooms and breathing in deep, trying to hide his grin. The soldier had been acting odd since lunch, pulling Tony’s chair out every time he went to sit, opening doors for him. He had even served Tony dinner, filling his plate and keeping his glass full. It had been entirely sweet and entirely endearing, and Tony would be lying if he said he hadn’t hoped it would end with Bucky in his room.

“I came to ask you to dance.” Bucky said softly, pulling his hat off and running a quick hand through his hair. “If you’re free this evening, that is.”

“I’m not doing anything at all.” Tony replied, and opened his door a little wider. “And I feel like dancing is suddenly the only thing I want to do tonight. Come on in. Let me put something nicer on.”

“Sure thing, sugar.” Bucky sat on the couch in Tony’s suite as he disappeared into his bedroom to change.

“Say, Bucky–” he called from the other room. “Is there any particular reason why three of you guys have suddenly up and decided to… try and date me?”

“I don’t know why the others are trying.” Bucky answered smoothly. “But I just wanted to spend some extra time with you, if that’s alright.”

“I’m not complaining.” Tony reappeared in black dress pants and a red button up. “I was just wondering. But don’t worry. I’m suddenly really looking forward to dancing with you.”

“I’m awfully excited to dance with you too, Tony.” A perfect gentleman, he offered Tony his right arm and escorted him out of the room and down the stairs.
The common area was empty, no team members in sight, and Tony thought was maybe a little odd, but he was too focused on Bucky to care all that much.

The soldier led him out through glass doors and onto the
balcony that overlooked the city.

“Wait, are you serious? What is this?” Tony turned in a circle, his mouth falling open as he took it all in. “Bucky this is—”

Bucky had worked hard all to transform the balcony into a ball room. Any patio furniture had been gotten rid of, and several padded benches had replaced them. He had hung lights from every post, and through the branches of any potted trees, and now that the sun was setting the balcony was nearly glowing. The far corner of the balcony had curtains hung up in a semi circle, shielding it from anyone in the tower while still affording a view of the city. Inside the sheltered area was a table with champagne in ice and several small bowls of fruit and chocolate.

And an overly long, overly plush chaise lounge, with several pillows and a blanket arranged on it.

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A Million Roses 2. (M) — Final

Pairing: J U N G K O O K x R E A D E R x Y O O N G I

Genre: A N G S T & S M U T — assassin!au

Word Count: 10.573

Summary: One would think that no one can rival the power of the silent assassin, but as someone begins to claim your targets before you can pull the trigger, the entirety of the crew struggles with mistrust and suspicion, forgetting the oath in which they are bound by blood. For every body stolen, a rose lies in its place, and for every rose placed, you are one step closer to finding the traitor, the one who had so easily convinced you to love him in the first place.

Inspiration: Sword Art Online

Warnings: major character death, descriptive gore including blood and violence

Rating: NC-17


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Pas De Deux

AN: This is a birthday gift for one of my very favourite people here, Ashlee @austennerdita2533. Hope you like this, chica!

Also tagging @fanfantasticworld because I know you were interested in this one too, Jo <3

In XIX Russia, Klaus sees a certain blonde ballerina on stage and is enraptured from the start.

In other words, the three times Klaus has seen Caroline dance - a story told in 3 acts.

Features Fae!Caroline (if you couldn’t already tell that I’m obsessed with all things acomaf xD ).

P.S. In “Swan Lake”, Odette and Odile (Black Swan) are usually danced by the same ballerina. But for plot/characterization reasons, this is not the case in this drabble at some points.


1879, Russian Empire, Zheleznodorozhny

The first time he sees her, she’s Odette.

The production is nothing like the one he’s seen Moscow - not necessarily as bad thing given how poorly executed it was. The stage is too small and the town’s folk might be causing too much of a ruckus, more interested in watching lithe, tightly-clad bodies than appreciating the finery of movements but there’s something about this performance that calls to Klaus.

Perhaps letting Rebekah talk him into coming here tonight wasn’t such a bad idea.

They’ve been living in Russia for months now and although Klaus has remained cautious, it really seems that Mikael’s lost track of them.

They were residing in the Ottoman Empire when conflict with the Tsar broke and he and his siblings decided it was the best time to move on. Planning on losing Mikael in the chaos of war and the vast lasts of Russian Empire, they’d settled in Moscow, then set out to travel further when Klaus’ paranoia kicked in and he decided staying in one place for too long was too risky a move.

Zheleznodorozhny seems like the perfect hiding place - at least for now. It’s a small town but the traffic is reasonably high with the newly built railway station which makes it far easier to blend in.

It’s even attracted a wandering ballet troupe.

Elijah scrunched his face in distaste at Bekah’s suggestion to go and see them dance, revolted at the idea of watching a performance that would most likely turn out to be subpar at best. Kol was resting in his coffin with a dagger in his heart - yet again - having caused quite a scandal after seducing a daughter of the British ambassador in Moscow.

And then seducing her father.

The carnage that followed didn’t help them with keeping low profile either.

“That chassé was painful to watch.” Rebekah leans over, her whisper resounding in his ear as they sit near the stage, watching act II unfold.

“Still bitter over your grand ballet fiasco, sister?” Klaus quips in response, then proceeds to ignore everything but the lithe blonde who’s the only one making this performance bearable.

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agent-85  asked:

Hey there, Rani! FitzSimmons + 35) things you said that made me feel real

Hi, Jane!! How’ve you been? Just super intimidated to write something for you, but here ya go haha. Set towards the end of season 2, but no Maveth or “maybe there is.”

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“You’re not here,” he whispers to himself and then shuts his eyes, knowing when he opens them she’ll be gone. This has never happened before—he’d never allowed it to happen before. Mostly because it seems disrespectful to her, to force her into a relationship she’s never wanted, even if it all exists within his imagination. But partly because he knew crossing this line would turn her from a supportive crutch into a weighted stone around his neck.

Imagining her eyes shining with affection and longing and…love? Love. Imagining the feel of her in his arms, in his bed. All it will do, in the end, is drag his body back down to the ocean floor where his soul has dwelled for a lifetime.

“What?” she asks, voice tight and small, and his eyes flicker open to find her still here, sheet tucked around her, makeup smeared, hair mussed beyond recognition. He’s never seen her like this before and she’s beautiful.

“I-I uh…nothing,” he says, turning away from her because staring at her too long is like staring into the sun.

So, does this mean he is living in a universe in which Jemma Simmons barged her way into his room, told him “enough, Fitz,” and then kissed the words right out of his mouth?

And if that’s all true, how is it possible that she’s still here, drawing on his body heat? Why didn’t she escape in the middle of the night when she had the chance?

“Fitz,” she says softly and rests a hand on his chest, right over his thudding heart. He should be embarrassed. He is embarrassed, but it’s far enough down on his list of emotions that it barely registers.

“Are you okay?” she asks, when he doesn’t respond. Tears catch at the corners of his eyes and now he’s properly mortified. He can’t answer her. What could he possibly say? He’s not brain damaged enough to believe this is anything but physical comfort for Jemma, still reeling from betrayals and deaths and her own trauma.

And it’s not that he minds, truly. He’d given her his last, most important breath—what is one night of making her body thrum with pleasure? But why couldn’t she have just left? Why did she have to stay and program his brain to think waking up next to her was normal?

She loves him, in a way, but this, the hands and the mouths and the aching of a want finally sated, this is not real. She’s not real. Maybe, after everything, he’s not either.

“Oh, Fitz, I’m so sorry,” she sighs, and her breath warms the side of his neck in a way that makes his whole world shatter.

“It’s okay,” he says, and he thinks these might be the first words he ever spoke, as if his sole reason for existing is to reassure her. “It’s okay, I underst-I uh, I get it.”

“No,” she says sadly, “I don’t think you do.”

She leans her head against his shoulder, burrowing into his side. He can feel her cool skin against his and his entire body tenses. So that part, at least, hadn’t been a desperate fiction. There’s no way his brain could conjure up precisely how she feels fitted against him with no barriers remaining.

“I’m sorry for…springing this all on you. I’m just so tired of wasting time. And I’m not…so great with expressing myself either, you know. I thought I could just show you.”

Her echo of his own words causes something to catch in his lungs and he struggles to remember that this time he has all the oxygen he needs.

Jemma slides her hand down from his heart until she can grasp his hand, and she holds on tight. “Talk to me. Please.”

“I can’t do this,” he says, finally turning to look at her. This act might be the most courageous he’s ever been. “I can’t pretend that…I mean, I’m happy to make you feel better. I’m happy that we’re friends again. But I can’t pretend that this is just…” He tries to pull his hand away, but she’s strong and won’t let him.

“Just what, Fitz?” and she’s looking at him like she truly doesn’t know and he can’t understand it.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally chokes, the words falling from his mouth like bullets and he hates that because his love for Jemma is not a warzone. Despite the hurt that clawed at his limbs when she returned, despite the lies between them, his love for her has only ever been a carefully tended, wildly overgrown garden. He loves all of it—the wildflowers sprouting up where no one has planted them, the crisp apples and inexplicable tropical fruits, sweet mango juice trailing down his chin, the weeds that refuse to be killed, the roses he yearns to touch without cutting himself to pieces.

He wishes he could show her.

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Let Me Love You

I added a little makeout session instead of full on smut because I really thought it was better as fluff but if a bunch of you want a part 2 with smut, just reply to the post, asking for one and I’ll do it
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Request- Hi!! I really love your imagines and I was hoping you could do an imagine based on the songDJ Snake FT. Justin Bieber “Let Me Love You” with Theo Raeken? Like he loves the reader but she doesn’t or doesn’t know she loves him, and Theo does really cute and loving stuff for her but she doesn’t accept them. Theo becomes really depressed, sad and barley eats but the reader then discoves she has always loved him deep down and end with a happy fluffy and sweet smutty ending pls? Love your work!!! ♥♥♥
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I used to believe
We were burnin’ on the edge of somethin’ beautiful
Somethin’ beautiful
Sellin’ a dream
Smoke and mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle
On a miracle

Theo has been acting strangely lately, the pack noticed it before I even did. He had been opening my car door for me when I got to school, bringing me food that I love for lunch, making sure I was safe every night after I got home. Theo is a dark person, he kills people, most don’t deserve it and being part of Scott’s pack means not liking him, right? I can’t just up and leave my pack just because a hot guy shows me some attention. Is Theo trying to show me that he can be good? That he can care about someone without it having any dark intention?
“Your stalker is here again.” Stiles said as the rest of the pack groaned when Theo walked towards our lunch table, it wasn’t the fact that Theo was trying to be good, it was the fact that he was doing it just for me to look at him like he wasn’t a killer. He walked right over to me, flowers in hand, handed them to me and walked away without a word, that was different than normal. I looked at the flowers and saw a small card inside that read “I love you” in his messy handwriting. Oh god.  When I got out to my car Theo was standing there, leaning against it. I sighed, taking the flowers he had given me from my bag and walked over there, ready to return the gift he had given me, just like every other gift he has given me. When I got to him, I handed him the flowers causing him to sigh and shake his head.
“I’m sorry Theo, I just can’t accept them.” I said as he opened my car door for me, even as I was breaking his heart. I now knew that Theo loved me but I had no idea how I felt about him and I didn’t want to lead him on when I didn’t know how my heart was feeling.
“It’s fine, (Y/N). Just another gift to go in the pile I have in my room.” He said shutting my car door once I was inside and then he walked towards his car, ready to follow me home and make sure that I got there safely. I didn’t know what I was feeling but seeing him look like a hurt puppy when I have him those flowers didn’t feel all that great. All I knew was that no one else has ever done the things he has done for me, he was treating me like a true gentleman would, Theo Raeken, a gentleman?
Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven’s a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it’s been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

*Theo’s Point-Of-View*
I have tried everything I could think of to show (Y/N) that I love her, and that it’s a real feeling and not something I was just making up to use her for my advantage. Truth is, ever since I saw her, I knew there was something about her. Not all the guys fawn over her but they know she is pretty, she isn’t the most popular girl but in my eyes, she is a star. I have never really had a crush on a girl before other than that slight glance at Kira in the rain but to go from a crush on (Y/N) to full on love, hit me like a ton of bricks and now here I am, following her home in my car, with her roses in my passenger seat. I don’t want to give up on her, on us, but she really doesn’t seem to be budging. I know how the pack thinks of me, doing these things for her, as if my past doesn’t matter, I know it does but I’m trying to change, show (Y/N) that I can change. There has to be a way to get her to notice me, her to see that what I’m doing is true. At the next red light, I looked down at the flowers and saw the note I had put in there had been opened. I took it in my hands and saw that underneath my handwriting was the words “maybe someday” written in her hand writing. Maybe someday.
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you

*Your Point-Of-View*
When I got home, I went to my room and looked around it. The pictures of me and the pack, all smiling but seeing that everyone was coupled off other than me. I was the only one that didn’t have a significant other. Scott with Kira, Stiles with Malia while Stiles still liking Lydia. I was the only one who didn’t have another person to share their life with. I have a Theo. Maybe Theo could be that person for me, maybe he could be different like he had been trying to show me. The next few weeks Theo stopped doing sweet things for me, he was ignoring me even when I tried to talk to him. He began to look sickly and I knew that I would need to talk to someone about this, I need an outside opinion that isn’t mine or Theo’s. I decided to go to Scott, he always tried to look for the goodness in everyone before casting them off as bad and maybe he would understand what I was feeling and going through.
“Scott! Scott” I yelled jogging over to him just before he walked into Gym class and grabbing his shoulder, I had to talk to him now or else I would chicken out at a later time.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to get to me.” He said as we walked into gym together, already changed into our gym clothes. I sent him a questioning look, unsure of what he was really saying.
“I know you have mixed feelings about Theo, I can smell it on you. I also know that he isn’t the best person but you seem to make him a better one. I know you have always wanted someone to love you the way I love Kira and Stiles loves Lydia. I know everyone deserves second chances and I also know that he really cares about you and it’s killing him that you won’t give him a chance. I don’t know this but I think that deep down, you love him too. The pack will still love you, Theo or no Theo so don’t let that be what’s stopping you.” He said, making me nod, think for a second before running out of gym class and towards my car, I knew what I felt.
Don’t fall asleep
At the wheel, we’ve got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we’re good enough
Know we’re good enough

The drive to Theo’s house was longer than I thought it was going to be, and he drives this every day after following me home from school. Theo wasn’t in school today so I knew he has to be at home. I looked a mess, still in my gym clothes, my eyes and heart frantic from the realization that I loved Theo just as much as he loved me. Theo is a dark person but everyone makes mistakes, everyone has a past, his just blood filled but maybe his future won’t be and who am I to just assume that it will be? As soon as I pulled into his driveway, I jumped out of the car and run up to his front door, pounding on it with all that I had.
“Theo open the door! Please!” I yelled and a few second a nervous and scared Theo opened the door. He must of thought I was hurt or something by how I was screaming for him, he looked an absolute wreck, making my heart break by each passing second.
“Can I come in?” I asked causing him to nod and step to the side so I could walk into his house. Now it was my turn to show him that I care.
Say go through the darkest of days
Heaven’s a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it’s been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

As I paced though his living room, he looked at me with many emotions in his eyes, confusion, hunger, nervousness, love. I went to speak before shaking my head and continuing to pace around the room. I didn’t know how to word this, I just had to shoot it out.
“I love you.” I said causing his eyes to widen and his whole expression change. His eyes now filled with joy, happiness, hopefulness. He went to take a step closer to him but I stopped him, placing a hand on his chest, confusing him once again.
“I love you and I need you to know that I always have. I have loved you since the day I met you Theo but I was scared, hell I still am. I love you for your darkness just as much as I love you for the light inside of you. I was scared that the pack would hate me if I was with someone who killed people and tried to kill most of them but I want to be happy, they all have someone and when I thought about who I would want to be my someone, you were the name that came to mind. You showed me that you loved me so now it’s my turn, will you let me love you, Theo?” I asked, hoping that he would know I meant every word.
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you

It felt like years waiting for a response but when a tear fell down his face and he began nodding with a small smile on his lips, I couldn’t help but get teary eyes too. I let out a watery chuckle and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close to me. I pulled away seconds later to cup his face with a smile on my face and kissed him softly yet passionately. I knew that this is what I wanted, I didn’t care about what anyone else thought about us or the love that we share because I’m happy with the boy in front of me. Theo slipped his hands under my shirt, trying to take it off, our lips breaking only to get my shirt over my head, I was about to do the same for him before we both heard his stomach growl, causing us both to let out a laugh.
“Maybe you should eat first.” I said causing him to nod, kiss my forehead and pull me towards his kitchen. My hands wrapping around his back and resting on his rest while my head rested on his face, kissing his shoulder blade ever so often as he made food for himself. The fact that I did that to him makes me sick but I’m here now and that’s what matters.
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won’t give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you

After Theo ate, he looked a lot better and seemed to regain some of his color. Once I knew he was done and okay we went right back to where we were, both our shirts off, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. Theo lifted me up and rest my butt on the kitchen table, making me giggle into the kiss, making out in the kitchen? Sound like a movie to just me? My lips moved to his jawline and down his neck, his hands now on my waist, letting out a groan as I nipped at his skin, wanting to do this for months. Theo grabbed my face in his hands, kissing me hard and laying me down on the table, his body hovering over mine, my legs now arched on each side of him. Theo was about to kiss down my neck like I had done minutes before but my phone started to ring causing us to groan. I pulled it out of my pocket, seeing it was a text from Scott reading “My house now, Important pack situation.” Making me sigh, hop off the table and grab my shirt from the floor and tossing Theo his shirt.
“Scott just called a pack meeting.” I said making Theo nod and purse his lips, I knew what he was thinking and he couldn’t be more wrong.
“No Theo, you are coming with me. I’m not leaving you just because the Alpha calls. I love you, they are going to have to deal with that.” I said interlocking my hand with his and pulling him towards the front door so we could go show each other off to my pack.