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I Love You

Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks

Requested by: ANON

AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.

    “Alfred, you make the best cookies.”

    The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”

    You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.

    Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”

    “Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”


    You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.

    It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”

    He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.


    You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”

    You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”

    He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”

    You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”

    He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.

    You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”

    “I love you too squirt.”


    “This gelato is amazing.”

    Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”

    You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”

    “It’s thirty minutes away.”

    “Still too far.”

    “Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”

    “Which is why you should move home.”

    You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”

    “Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”


    “Oh, how about Zee?”

    He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”

    You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”

    “I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”


    You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”

    “I’m better than you.”

    “A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.

    “So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”

    You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”

    “Father will be mad if he finds out.”

    “He’s off world. He won’t find out.”

    “As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.

    You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”

    There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”

    “I love you too.”

    You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”


    You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.

    You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”

    “You were off world.”

    “There are ways and you’re…”

    “Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”

    “And there’s nothing?”

    You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”

    “I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”

    You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”

    “Do they know?”

    You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”

    He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.

“Be grateful, daddy.”

    “How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”

    You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”


    You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”

    You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”

    He’s crying now, “I love you too baby girl.”

    And with a smile you fall asleep.

When I watch these movies and I compare them to what happened in ca cw I am like …the main plot of these movies is the love of a child for their mother.

In legend of Tarzan

Tarzan kills the chief’s son because he killed his mother. The son killed kala. The chief and tarzan talk in the end.

Tarzan shouts, “ he killed my mother.” He is not over her death.

The chief said how was he supposed to know. And yes the son  didn’t know.

But tarzan killed him because his mother died in front of him. Kala was a mother to him. In rage, anger and grief he killed the son of the chief.

She was his mother dammit.

Erik lehnsherr in x men first class. He agrees with shaw about mutants. He agrees with shaw’s ideology. But he kills him because of his mother and he says this.

“The thing is you killed my mother.”

Shaw was a villain and  in the end erik became magneto and a villain too but the reason he kills shaw is because he had killed his mother in front of his eyes.

Erik killed lots of people in apocalypse but he is not treated as a villain. I like him too but I am not blind I can admit he was a villain.

Man of steel, Clark beats  zod to ground when he hurts Martha. He literally says “how dare you hurt my mother?”

Batman vs superman

The reason bruce stops is because he hears his mother’s name and when he realises what’s going on he saves clark’s mother.

He did not get over his parents death who were killed in front of him. The incident changed his whole life.

I just can’t understand how  people can be so callous and indifferent to the way Tony reacted. It’s not a post about whether Bucky was innocent or not. Yes he was, he was tortured for seventy years. I love the guy but Tony had the right to properly grieve for his mother, for his parents. He had the right to know the bloody truth the moment those hellicarriers crashed.

Howard Stark in comic beats up Tony. He is a bad father. But that’s not the case in MCU. He is shown to be a cold man. Indifferent to his family and son. There is no indication he beat up Tony.  I am not going to imagine that he beat him up. Tony says it himself in Iron Man 2,

“ he never even hugged me, he never even told me liked me.”

But the man did not beat Tony up. Tony did care for him. It’s shown clearly the way he closes his eyes as the winter soldier smashes howard’s skull.

The tremor that goes through Tony at the time is not of a man who doesn’t care about his father.

The father may have been indifferent and cold to the son. The son wasn’t. He cared for howard.

He said it in BARF session “I love you dad.”

In Iron Man, he says to stane, “I never got to say goodbye to my father.”

Those are not the words of a cold son. He did care for howard. Howard did not beat him up. He was a cold man that’s it. In his own stupid way he did tell Tony he cared for him. You are my greatest creation.

Maria says it in BARF session ,“you know what’s about to happen. If you don’t say something you’ll regret it.

He says, “love you dad.”

It tells clearly he regrets not telling that to his father.

He literally closed his eyes as the winter soldier killed howard.

Now let’s come to Tony’s mother. He loved her. That’s it. I am not going to say anything more.

He cared for his father but he loved his mother. He says it, “I don’t care he killed my mom.”

Why is it so hard to understand Tony’s reaction to bucky and steve.

The winter soldier choked the life out of Maria Stark and Tony saw it.

What exactly was he supposed to do Bucky after seeing something like that? Then he discovered Steve’s blunder and web of lies.

Leave Tony alone, he reacted as anyone would.

You don’t get over something like that. So its rubbish what some people say Tony should have gotten over it.

No. He did not get over it. He developed the tech to deal with it because he did not get over it.

These characters from the movies don’t get shit but Tony does. Why ? His reaction was completely normal. He watched them die damn it. He watched his mother die.

Why is it so hard to understand that.

In regards to the most recently leaked Steven Universe episode titles/ descriptions, there is one that fascinates me with its dichotomy between title and description.

Specifically, I am my mom with its description of “Steven struggles to fix his mistakes.” His mistakes, and not Rose’s. The title suggests that he is accepting Rose as a part of him, and Steven “being” Rose is an important part of the episode. 

Though the description strongly suggests that Steven is fixing mistakes that, he, as Steven, made. But the title suggests that Rose is involved. Maybe not Rose herself, not literally, but the memory of Rose. And I am thinking of two specific Gems who have strong feelings about Rose, and both of whom Steven hurt. 

But he didn’t hurt either of them intentionally.  He didn’t do it out of malice or cruel, but rather ignorance. With Jasper, he spent quite a long time firmly believing that she was “terrible” because, at the time, he was unable to consider that his mother might have ever hurt someone, and Jasper had said that she was looking forward to beating Rose into the ground. Therefore, Jasper must be bad, because anybody who would want to hurt Rose must be bad. 

But with Bismuth, he met her as a friend before he learned of her negative feelings towards Rose. Bismuth started off as one of the “good guys”. But Bismuth is still bubbled. He still took the easy way out in regards to her fate. Because, at the time, it was far easier to bubble and “forget” than to consider that his mother might be flawed. 

Of course, neither Jasper nor Bismuth might be involved in the episode. This might very well be nothing more than wishful thinking. But, regardless, I’m still looking forward to the episode. 

Your god can’t help you now

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

*GIF not mine, but let’s take a moment to thank his parents please”


Request: @yummyfanta

Hiya! Love your work as I’m completely obsessed with Vikings rn especially since the sons are in ;) May I request where reader is a saxon lady in Ecbert’s castle and she is engaged to maybe Alfred but she and Ivar become lovers while he is held prisoner? Maybe right at end Ivar comes back with his bros to claim back his woman? Thanks love :)

Yeah i know i just said i would change the plot and i probably will do, or you’ll get a new request if you wont to love! IM so sorry i messed up your request after you’ve been waiting for sooo long! :(( Anyhow im an indecisive little shit and decided to post it anyway. And don’t worry this will get a part two, because i simply loved the idea, but i wanted to wait until the last episode to make it more correct (if you guys can understand my bad explaining)! 

- And 1 last note for my fellow Hvitserk trashes out there, part 5 is right around the corner ;) i think

Warnings: The devil is working hard, but im working harder aka NSFW

Wordcount: 4.958 (and this is only part 1 omg)

I lifted the fork to my mouth, slipping the pice of meat of it. The tough consistency making it hard to chew it, so i let some of the sour wine aid me in swallowing it down. It was silent. Only the quiet steps of the servants and the harsh cutting from my husband-to-be. He was obnoxious, tense, always on guard now days - ever since the news of the pagans arrival. Myself had always thought the subject of these dangerously intriguing, hearing stories of their savage ways. The king had even told me stories about how they had several gods. But what i had liked most with them was how a woman was allowed such power. Such freedom. They where not enslaved and own by their men, something i’ve always dreamt of. 

But i wasn’t going to complain. I had more freedom than most women of my country had, thanks to my king - or my sister. Ever since she had gained the favor of king Ecbert, her life and mine had dramatically improved - but for how long?

The king was getting older each day and how knows how long it will be before my fiancee is crowned instead. And with his crowning as king, or freedom is sure to vanish once again. 

“Prince Aethelwulf! My prince!”

The loud outburst from one of is foot soldiers broke the silence, immediately catching my fiancee’s attention.

“What?” he answered impatiently. 

I felt myself growing more impatient by the second. With such hurry the shaken soldier had, it must be something important. 

“They’re here. The pagan king is here.”

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| Caught | Peter Parker

[permanent + peter parker tag] : @momosakaki-san 

Peter Parker was Spiderman.

Or rather, Spiderman was Peter Parker.

Well, same thing. 

You kept your nose buried in your book dutifully, keeping a focused eye on the boy sitting in front of you in class. 

Almost as if he had somehow sensed your stare, he jerked, turning his head slightly to survey the room. You nearly jolted but kept your cover, sweating as you returned your eyes to your book and pretended to read.

It was obvious, really.

Peter was seen as a nerd. And for a long time, you’d thought the same. You might have not been the closest friend to Peter, but he was in a numerous amount of your classes. That fact alone was enough that you could tell his tendencies by now, his tell tale ticks in verbal language, the way he fidgeted on his feet endlessly and bit his lip when he was nervous. Then one day, you stopped and looked. And all your previous misconceptions shattered.

Peter Parker was an anomaly.

Not to mention he was too inconspicuous.

Now there were many people in the school that did not stick out, washed away in the ocean of teenagers that walked the hallways. But Peter was too invisible. It was almost like he purposefully didn’t want the attention.

The moment you intentionally tried to notice him, you wondered why the hell he wasn’t more popular.

Number one: Peter was smart. Not just nerd smart, but almost prodigy smart. Perfect grades, stellar performance on the spot when asked. He went off into ramblings in chemistry class, often underneath his breath, but as you sat right behind him you often heard what others did not. The things you heard made you wonder why in the world he wasn’t two grades up.

Number two: he was kind. Now sure he had snark, but you could count on him to stop and help a crying child on the side of the road, or carry anyone who sprained their ankle in physical education when no one else wanted to.

Number three: talking about P.E, Peter was fit as hell. Maybe it was the baggy clothes that hid that from everyone’s sight, but the boy was built like a god. One Monday you’d been running late for class, and accidentally took a right for the hallway by the locker rooms instead of the hallway down corridor 1A. You groaned and went to turn around when you nearly choked in surprise at something in the corner of your eye.

Or rather, someone.

Peter was drying his hair with a towel, faced away from you, fumbling in his bag for something. Your eyes trailed from the wet hair sticking to his neck to his firm chest, down to pairs of abs decorating his stomach and even further leading down to a V line right above his jeans-  You swallowed, just as your mind went haywire and you made a beeline out of view before he could realize you were there.

Whose great idea was it to have the locker rooms not have any doors??

But you digress.

Point was, there was way more to Peter than you had thought. (Lets not even mention his unnatural strength, you’d once seen him accidentally shatter a test tube with his bare hands in chemistry, whistling as he threw the remains in the trash without anyone seeing.)

But the real reason you accused him of being the masked hero swinging round the rooftops of Queens, was that Peter, putting it simply, was a hell of a bad actor. He didn’t know the word subtle if you stapled it to his forehead.

You’d lost count of the amount of times Peter had raised his hand in class to ‘go to the bathroom’, leg tapping anxiously below his chair and looking like he wanted to jet. Some people had even dubbed him ‘Pissy Parker’ based on that fact that he could never ever stay in class for too long. Twenty minutes later Peter would come back, scolded by the teacher for taking so long but with a satisfied smile on his face, a bruise lining his jaw that had definitely not been there when he left and a bounce in his step.

Oh, and wouldn’t you guess, only seconds after that the class was buzzing with chatter when social media blew up about ‘Spiderman saving the day again at a bank heist!’ just moments before.

You were many things, but you were not an idiot.

Nevertheless, Peter Parker was Spiderman, and that was a fact. You’d had enough time to find more pieces of evidence that you were sure you weren’t just making it up.

Did you tell anyone?


Why would you?

Honestly, it wasn’t your secret to tell. Peter and you didn’t even really know each other. The best interaction you’d had together was maybe that one time you’d tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a pen, or when your teacher had paired you two for a project the month before.

Other than that, you were practically strangers. Strangers that saw each other every day of their lives in the same class, but still strangers.

Such was high-school.

Thoughts of rewards and money came to your mind whenever you contemplated telling anyone, but you quickly shut that idea down every time. Peter was a good guy. He didn’t deserve that.

So you kept your mouth closed, and continued to live life like you didn’t know the identity of a literal superhero in your school.


You paused your walk in response to the voice that had stopped you on your way home. 

“Yes?” You asked, itching to go. You’d left school late that day because of something your teacher had wanted to go over with you, and as a consequence it was late, the sun already beneath the horizon. Added to the darkness there were few people on the vacant streets and you really just wanted to get home.

The man looked back at you, scruff lining his jaw, hair in shambles and wearing raggedy clothes. 

Homeless, you thought. 

“Would you spare a penny?” 

You had to go home…

His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t drunk anything in days.

The guilt in your chest only grew till you groaned and reached into your jeans pocket for your wallet, offering him a tiny smile. “Sure.”

You were zipping it open when movement stirred in the corner of your eye. You suddenly realized you’d stopped to speak to the homeless man in front of an alley. Hungry eyes from within stared at the wallet in your hands, and you froze.


“A-Ah, yes,” you put your wallet back, trying to act natural as you eyed the homeless man who probably wasn’t homeless at all. What homeless guy’s teeth were that white? “Actually I think I have to go. I’ll stop by tomorrow though.”

You stepped back but hit into a body. Pure panic rushed over you when a nasty chuckle blew breath over your ear and arms trapped your own to your sides.

“Where are ya’ going missie?”

You opened your mouth to scream but a grubby palm covered your lips. And just like that you were pulled into the alley, disappearing without a soul to see.

“Smart one isn’t she?” The homeless guy from before drawled, and his back was no longer hunched and that hopeless gleam was not in his eyes, but instead his spine was straight and a predatory glint encompassed his entire face. How many people had been tricked by his ruse?

How could you be so stupid??

You thrashed and struggled but whoever had you captive was bigger and stronger, and you could feel your eyes burn with tears.

“Aw, she’s crying,” The guy behind you cooed, hand slipping down your body to suddenly dive into your pocket. “Don’t worry pretty miss, we jus’ want your money.”

“And maybe a treat,” The homeless one grinned, raking his gaze over your form and licking his lips.

Something within you broke.

You lashed out with a strength you didn’t know you had, ramming an elbow into your captor’s stomach hard. He let go of your mouth in surprise, expletives pouring off his tongue. The minute he did you screamed the loudest you ever had, throat rubbed raw as your voice rang out hoarsely.

“Shut her up!” The homeless guy hissed, stepping forward to take care of you manually when another voice interrupted everything.

“I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

The three of you looked at the end of the alley, where a certain hero stood casually, like he was watching a baseball match.

“Oh its the spider brat,” the guy behind you grunted, and the homeless guy raised an eyebrow.

“What are you looking at! Go ahead and run away you bug frea-”

The words hadn’t finished leaving his mouth when Spiderman shot an arm out, webs entangling the man, launching of his feet to kick him to the floor. You were left free when the other guy went to attack, his arm going to a bulge in his jacket that looked suspiciously like a gun.

Your heart leapt in worry and desperation. No matter how fast Spiderman was he couldn’t dodge a bullet.

Before you could even warn him Spiderman was there, impossibly, weaving through the attacker’s punches like he was dancing. The attacker was bigger and bolder in body mass, but as you watched Spiderman basically beat him into the ground and use his speed and mass against him, you wondered why you had even been worried.

Ten seconds later there were two unconscious bandits on the floor at your feet, and you were left looking at Spiderman with glazed eyes, shivering and trembling from the cold and at what had just transpired.

Spiderman stared back (or you imagined he did, his mask was not transparent). He cocked his head, as if he were studying you before holding out a hand.

You twitched, stepping back instinctively.

“Phone,” He said, and his voice was muffled by the mask, but you heard it anyway. It sounded deep, too deep, almost as if he were putting on an accent.

You could only stare wide eyed at him. Phone?


You scrambled for your phone, pulling it out and placing it in his patient palm.

He dialed a number and put it to his ear when the rings stopped. 

“Yes, 911?” And again he had another accent, panicked this time and high as if a scared bystander. How many voices could he impersonate? Maybe he was better an actor than you had thought. “There are two men knocked out at the alley beside the restaurant Benny’s on fifth street! They look like the criminals that were on the news the other day. Please come!”

He hung up, tossing you your phone without hesitation and you fumbled to catch it.

Another awkward silence, and you could only imagine what you looked like: clothes a mess, a shallow wound bleeding on your face from where one of the men had scratched you in the struggle, gawking at the person who’d just saved you.

He cleared his throat.

“Are you coming?” He gestured to himself. “We need to leave before the fuzz get here.”

You didn’t give yourself ample time to mull over the fact that Spiderman had just called the police the fuzz and instead eyed his offered hand cautiously. Of course you knew logically he would never hurt you but you had already been assaulted once that night, and were understandably jittery.

His voice lowered, more gentle at your obvious fright. “I won’t hurt you.”

You thought that maybe he had forgotten his need for a fake accent because that sounded too familiar to the voice of a certain brunette you sat behind in school, but you ignored it.

You nodded and shuffled to him, feeling the warmth of his presence as his hand wrapped around yours. He stared at you for a second longer before he was pulling you towards him with a tug, and you somehow imagined a grin forming on his face. 

“Hang on.”

Flying with Spiderman put any rollercoaster out there to shame.

Ok, it technically wasn’t flying, but it sure felt like it as you clung shamelessly to him, repressing screams as he swung over the city. Wind ran through your hair and had it messily streaking across your eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut, stomach falling to the ground-

And it was over. Just like that.

You didn’t know how long it had really lasted, but it felt like only a couple seconds when Spiderman landed you on your balcony. You clung to him still, mind spinning. The adrenaline should have had you as awake as a bunny on five shots of pepsi and mentos but instead you found that you could barely keep your eyes open.

“Here we are-” Spiderman was interrupted by your body slumping into his side. He nearly fell forward but adjusted to handle your dead weight. “H-Hey! You alright?”

“Peachy,” you mumbled but your legs already gave out. He sighed, seemingly contemplating something before going towards your glass doors that you left unlocked, sliding them open and stepping into your room.

“This is on so many levels creepy,” You thought you heard him say to himself but you were dipping in and out of consciousness as he laid you down gently on your bed.

You registered sheets tucking themselves under your chin.

“Night, Y/N,” You caught whispered over the rush in your ears lulling you to sleep.

“Thank you, Peter,” you muttered back, already asleep before you could feel the hand on your arm tighten in surprise.

Something was wrong.

It was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t find it.

You mused in wonder as you brushed your teeth, gazing at your reflection. What was this feeling?

You gurgled and spit, rubbing foam that had escaped the water at the corner of your mouth.

You went over the events of last night as you said good morning to your parents, popping a piece of toast in your mouth. Stayed at school late. Robbers. Spiderman.

It was easy enough to remember. After all, you had a cut on your face to prove it hadn’t been a dream.

But that still wasn’t what was eluding you, you thought in frustration as you entered the school gates, stepping off the bus. Sure it had been terrifying, but the queasy feeling of unnerve in your abdomen was different somehow. What had happened? Were you forgetting something?

You stopped stressing over it as you settled in your first class. No point if you couldn’t remember. If it was important you surely would later.

It was only when you were walking into the room of your second period that you were hit with the reason of the unease. You waved bye to a friend in the hall, stepping into the class and shifting your head, Peter Parker lifting his own head from his desk to meet your eyes-

The hazy memories came back looking into those brown eyes.

You’d landed on your balcony after he saved you…he tucked you in because you suddenly couldn’t function…he had said your name and that maybe was the reason why you felt to respond using his as well-

“Thank you, Peter.”

Oh god you’d said his name.

And there was no excuse you had for why you could possibly know that.

You broke eye contact with him, walking with hurry, trying to ignore his eyes burning into the back of your head. You stopped by one of your closer friends and asked to trade seats with him with what you hoped wasn’t a stutter. He agreed with questioning in his eyes but agreed anyway, and you sighed in relief that you didn’t have to sit behind Peter. 

When the bell rang in an hour you shot out of your seat and out of the class before Peter could get the chance to even bat an eyelash your way. You were not having that conversation.

You proceeded to ignore him the whole day at every point, blatantly not sitting where you normally would for lunch, running from classes before he could catch you. Finally the last class for the day ended with a ring of the bell and you speed walked to the exit of the school after shrugging on your bag. You could see the light at the end of the tunnel, freedom in sight-


You froze as a hand landed on your shoulder. 

“A-Ah. Yes?”

“Do you mind me asking you something?” 

Yes, you minded very very much-

Not at all.”

From an outsiders view the conversation was harmless, normal as Peter shifted, kind as he usually was, simply asking a friend to stop. But you knew better. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. The hand on your shoulder exhibited enough force that he overpowered you five times to one.

Peter smiled innocently. “Great.”

Two seconds later you were shuffled into an empty classroom. Peter shut the door behind him, leaning against it with crossed arms and expectant eyes.

“Uh-” You started. “What’s this about?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. He said nothing but his stare intensified, as if saying ‘don’t play with me’.

You broke, feeling very intimidated. “Look, yes I know who you are. But I promise, I didn’t tell anyone-”

“How can I trust you?”

You gaped like a fish. “What?” 

“You heard me,” He tilted his head, and you watched his jaw tighten, eyes storming.

You wanted to cry.

“I-I don’t- I’m sorry I-”

A chuckle.

You stopped, utterly confused as you watched Peter dissolve into laughter. At your befuddled expression he laughed louder, covering his mouth and outright giggling. 

“What.” You deadpanned at this point.

He opened one eye, tearing up at his guffawing. He wiped it, a blush staining his flushed face. 

“I-I’m not going to kill you, Y/N,” He said, still trying to control himself. Whatever intimidation you had been getting was erased completely, and he was genuinely grinning at you, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to know how you knew it was me. But that was great.”

You had seen him trembling before, yes, but you thought that was from anger not from restraining laughter. You registered that he had tricked you finally after your brain caught up.

You were going to kill him.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“W-Woah!” He backed off, and you reveled in his frightened face, though you doubted you could even bruise him. “I’m sorry but the chance was right there and you were running away from me all day like you thought I was going to bury you in my backyard.”

At this your own anger dissipated and you couldn’t help the snort that left you at the image. You blanched, appalled at what you’d just done but if anything Peter looked more amused.

“See? It was funny.”

You let it go, rolling your eyes. “Alright fine, fine.”

“But really,” He appraised you curiously. “Did someone tell you? How did you know?”

“I figured it out myself,” You replied, and his eyebrows raised in surprise as if that was the last thing he was expecting.

“What? H-How?”

“What?” You smirked. “Sad your full proof secret identity was figured out? You’re not that subtle Pete.”

His mouth flapped, as if you had just insulted his ego, ears staining red at the tips. You snorted again and he grumbled, but his lips lifted.

“Is that it?” You asked when he didn’t say anything else, merely looking at you with soft eyes, causing something stirring in you that made your insides heat. “You’re not going to bribe or blackmail me to keep your secret?”

“Bribe?” He asked, incredulous but still amused. He laughed. “What do you think I am?”

You shrugged sheepishly. 

Peter shook his head. “No, if you haven’t said anything this far, I don’t think you will moving forward.” He smiled and it was like he was the sun, small dimples forming at the sides of his mouth as his eyes crinkled. “I trust you to keep my secret.”

Your heart jumped again and this time you couldn’t ignore it as warmth flooded you at his smile.

“I see, thank you.” You tried to control your breathing as your heart-rate picked up, holding onto your bag straps for comfort. “I guess I’ll leave then.”

“Wait,” He stopped you, still blocking the door. You gave him an inquisitive gaze and he paused, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“A-Actually there is something I’d like you to do,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck apprehensively. “You k-know, as assurance that you won’t give it up.”

“What?” You asked hesitantly. What could he want for him to be reacting like that.

At your words he swallowed visibly then looked at you with pink cheeks, smiling crookedly. “Kiss me?”

Your universe stopped.

When you didn’t reply he began rambling again, the confidence knocked right out of him.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve always kind of liked you and-” You were already walking towards him while he went off on a tangent, embarrassed. 

“Y-you kind of sit behind me all the time so I can’t really talk to y-you but I think you’re beautiful and since, well you know my secret now I was just wondering and I-I know it’s stupid-”

“Peter,” you said, and you had crossed the distance to stand right in front of him. His cheeks glowed brighter.


“Shut up.”

You pressed your lips to his softly, inexperienced. He gasped against your mouth, unresponsive in shock, before he was suddenly all motion, gripping you and kissing you back. The world spun and his back was no longer against the door but yours was, and you couldn’t care less, raising your hands to play with the curls at the base of his neck that had always fascinated you. 

Peter made a noise against you as you tugged at the strands and you found yourself unable to think when his shy, sweet kisses turned more desperate, roughly searing his lips to yours, drawing shivers and goosebumps. 

A rattle of the doorknob knocked the both of you out of the spell and you gasped raggedly as the door you were leaning against rattled again.

“Locked…? Hey, is someone in there?” The janitor’s voice called. 

You quieted your pants, staring into Peter’s eyes, elation running through you as he put a finger to his lips, smiling back. After another couple knocks the janitor grumbled, and you heard the jingle of keys as he backed off from the door to find the right one.

“What are we gonna do?” You whispered, but the grin curving your lips didn’t match the worry in your tone. Peter motioned for you to follow as he went to the window. It was only when he opened it and put a leg on the sill that you stammered. “Hey wait, are you serious? This is the third floor!”

“And I’m Spiderman,” Peter whispered back, winking at you as he held out a hand for you to take as the doorknob rattled once more. 

“Now trust me.”



I can’t believe everything is so good right now in Richonne world. Like… it’s been a little over a year since our beautiful ship sailed and it’s all been so wonderful. Even with the whole “Saviors beating our heroes into the ground” roadblock. Like… I am just so happy with where are ship is and where it’s going. While other aspects of this show have let me down, Rick and Michonne always deliver. 

  1. Rick and Michonne got an episode that focused in large part on them called “Say Yes”. In this episode, we got to see them laugh together, make love, kiss, hug, and, in a way, become engaged (if not married). The Walking Dead has never showcased a couple like this before – and it was a welcome gift. 
  2. Not only “Say Yes”, but the mid-season premiere’s highlight moment was Rick and Michonne mowing down a herd of walkers with a steel cable then cuddling in a car afterward – on Valentine’s day no less. Then the next week’s episode, “New Best Friends”, had Rick giving Michonne a cat statue because he wanted to replace her old one, emphasizing Rick has been mindful of Michonne and what she likes for a long time. It goes to show the series is making a point to display how strong Rick and Michonne’s love is, and how it has not done anything to weaken their resolve. If anything, it has strengthened it. 
  3. Richonne has been blessed to have both the actors portraying the relationship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, be incredibly outspoken about the ship in positive ways. Neither one has had a rotten thing to say about the relationship, and both have actually gone out of their way to promote Richonne. Andy especially was notorious even before Richonne became canon, being very vocal about wanting Rick and Michonne as a couple – even while AMC was trying to sell Jessie as a potential love interest. 
  4. Not only have Andy and Danai been supportive of Richonne, but so have other cast members (Chandler, Norman, Sonequa, Josh, Melissa, and Jeffrey come to mind). It’s so nice to see the team giving the thumbs up. 
  5. AMC’s social media, while still having its stumbles (like its instagram posting a Lori/Rick fan art with the caption “The original power couple” the same week “Say Yes” aired), has been far more Richonne positive than ever. It used to be like pulling teeth to get them to acknowledge Richonne, but now they actively use the word “Richonne” and promote the couple in their tweets. Skybound’s Twitter has also been much more pro-Richonne recently than usual. It makes it all the more real, and all the more indicative they believe in this relationship. 
  6. Professional critics have been overwhelmingly positive about Rick and Michonne’s relationship. While they’ve been negative about other aspects of this show this season, for the most part, they regard Rick and Michonne’s love for one another as a light in the darkness. 
  7. Nevermind the content we’ve received with Rick and Michonne in the canon, which is unarguably the best of all. Just all their scenes. It’s all so golden. So good. What did we do to deserve such wonder and majesty?

And, to think, the season isn’t even over yet. :)  

anonymous asked:

Oh jeez requests are open!!!! Ily mum u r da best mum!!! Could I request rfa reacting to an mc who's a klutz plz? Like constantly tripping/falling/walking into things/falls off chairs etc etc (lolol TOTALLY not a self insert pshhhfff idk what you're talking about) (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna!!!)

i am the most klutzy idiot so lets dive right in


  • even though you trip over something like 5 times an hour, he still flips his shit every time
  • he’d grab your arm and get super concerned
  • “MC!!! are you okay???”
  • “uh, yea, i’m fine! just gotta brush it off haha”
  • his hands hover over you for a second before going back to walking normally
  • “alright…are you sure?”
  • “yes, yes, im sure-”
  • this is when you trip for a second time curse this uneven sidewalk
  • and Yoosung does the same ridiculously protective thing where he puts his hands out to catch you, even though you know full well how to stop yourself from falling down after years of being clumsy
  • he really wishes he could wrap you up in bubble wrap
  • and Yoosung is pretty clumsy himself
  • sometimes while he’s cooking his spoon will just fall on the ground and he’s just kind of like “well there goes that”
  • you love to cook together but theres also a very high chance that most of the food will end up on the ground
  • my clumsy OTP


  • your clumsiness is a big source of stress for him
  • every time you  fall off of a chair, or almost fall flat on your face in public he has a tiny heart attack
  • once you two were on a jog in the park and you fell and scabbed your knee and Zen really almost took you to the hospital
  • it takes him awhile to learn that clumsy people are actually tough as shit, yknow from years of being beat up by the ground
  • “Zen, i swear im alright”
  • “are you sure? do you need me to carry you?”
  • “no”
  • sometimes Zen will ask you to help him practice a dance number with him
  • big mistake 
  • you have two left feel and he daces with the grace of a swan
  • its a terrible idea, but Zen loves dancing with you nonetheless
  • he thinks its kind of cute, and since you’re dancing together he can easily grab you if he sees you falling
  • this way u can fall all over the place without it stressing him out too much


  • she essentially becomes the most prepared person on the planet
  • she starts carrying around a full-blown first aid kit in her purse
  • she’s got band aids of all shapes and sizes, medical tape, gauze, alcohol rubs
  • instead of worrying about catching you as youre falling, she just worries about patching you up afterwards
  • at first she tried to stop it while it was happening
  • but Jaehee quickly learned that you’re a lost cause and there is no way humanly possible to stop you from falling over
  • also, Jaehee doesnt let you bring coffee to customers anymore
  • lets just say you’ve broken multiple mugs and pissed of one or two costumers
  • so you make the coffee and she carries it out
  • she knows from experience that usually your klutzy episodes wont end in a serious injury, so she just lets you live your life and keeps band aids on hand


  • you’ll never forget the first time you were eating dinner with Jumin and you slipped out of your chair
  • he was at your side so fast, holding your hands
  • you were laughing at yourself, and when you looked up and saw how concerned he looked, you laughed even harder
  • “are you alright? how are you feeling? do i need to call an ambulance?”
  • you were laughing so hard you couldnt even answer him, but for some reason he was still convinced that you were seriously hurt
  • he takes out his phone with one hand while still holding yours with the other, and you started pulling on him to try and stop him
  • “im…fine…”
  • “theres no way you’re fine. it sounded like something broke”
  • everything that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh even harder
  • you wipe some tears away from your face and pull Jumin to the ground
  • “this happens all the time, i promise im alright”
  • ever since then Jumin still whips his phone out until you tell him you’re okay
  • now he’s used to it, but he cant help but ask how youre feeling every time something happens
  • he just has to


  • the first time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • the second time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • it gets him every time
  • “hey, why dont you sit on the floor during lunch today? it will be much safer for you”
  • “woah, watch out for those poles! they move pretty fast”
  • “what happened there? the ground whispered to you and you had to get closer to hear it?!”
  • the one time he trips over something you go HAM on his ass
  • you dont let him live it down for the rest of his life
  • one time he actually wrapped you in bubble wrap
  • like you were sitting at the computer and he sneak attacked you and essentially tied you to the chair with a wide layer of bubble wrap
  • he thought it was a good idea but since you couldnt use your arms he had to wait on you hand and foot
  • it was a terrible day for him but a great day for you
  • “i swear from now of im just gonna let you fall over…”
  • “thats all i ask”

thanks for reading!!!!!!!!! pls show me sum love if u liked it :3

“There’s My Love” - Rowaelin AU Meeting Pt.2

There’s My Love Part Two is finally here! I hope it was worth the wait.

Part I

“And I saw who you were, what you were. I saw who you loved. I saw your mate” - Maeve, pg. 654 of EoS

Aelin held the large basket to her chest and she skipped through the grass, this time not bare foot. Ever since her first adventure three months ago, her mother had been wary of leaving her alone. Eventually her uncle had convinced her she would be safe, especially with a Prince of Doranelle looking out for her.

Aelin hadn’t listened to much of their conversation. She only heard her uncle’s final words to her mother, which finally convinced Evalin Ashryver to let her daughter explore. “You must be back before sundown, Aelin. Back before sundown or you are never allowed to leave this castle without Galan or Aedion”

Yuck. The thought of her stupid older cousins following her around was horrible.

But that was how she was here now, skipping through the meadows, with lunch in her arms. She remembered exactly where she was when a silver haired male had stood over her, asking where her mommy was.

Aelin reached the top of the hill and she grinned, slowly plopping down. “Here I come, Ro-an” The young girl whispered, before she clutched the basket to her chest and slid down the hill.

She giggled and laughed, her hair flying behind her. By the time she reached the bottom of the hill, grass stains covered her bright red dress. Aelin slowly pulled herself up, holding the basket, before she began to walk.

Aelin sung softly as she looked up to the skies. Aedion had told her how to tell how close sundown was, but she had forgotten. So she figured she had a few hours. She hoped Rowan was near by. She had practiced on her w’s just for him.

“Ro-an,” Aelin whispered. She gave a sharp tug on her bottom lip. “Row-an” Aelin giggled. “Row-an!” She screamed, smiling with pride. She rubbed her lips and whispered, “Row-an walks with me. Row-an wins with me. Row-an, Row-an, Row-an” Aelin giggled, tugging at her blonde hair. She couldn’t wait to show Rowan.

Aelin found a tree and she walked over quickly, sitting down. The princess leaned her back against it and she opened the basket, peering down at the food her mother had wrapped up for her. “Row-an won’t mind if I eat the choc-ly” Aelin giggled, pulling out her chocolate candies.

She slowly placed one in her mouth and grinned, chewing on it. The small girl moaned, before she was stuffing six in her mouth at one time. Chocolate lined her mouth and her cheeks were puffed out. That was when the air shifted, and she smelled pine and snow.

“Is that chocolate?” Aelin squealed and she chewed on her candy faster, jumping to her feet. Rowan laughed and he caught her immediately, smiling when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Aelin swallowed roughly and she licked her lips, causing Rowan to shake his head, a half smile on his face. Aelin swallowed again just to be sure and she smiled as Rowan lifted his thumb, wiping the chocolate she missed. “You can have some, Row-an”

Rowan’s eyes widened and he slowly sat down, his smile growing when Aelin settled herself in his lap. “What did you just say?” Rowan whispered, slowly brushing her hair.

“Oh!” Aelin smiled. She held the chocolates in her lap and she looked up at Rowan. His pine green eyes were still the same, he still smelled the same, but his hair- his hair! “Row-an, you cut your hair” Aelin giggled, reaching up to brush the short strands.

“Do you like it?” Rowan reached into the basket, closing his eyes and shuddering when her small fingers brushed his scalp. He pulled out the bread, cheese, apples, and sliced meat.

“I do, Row-an” Aelin smiled. She  picked up a chocolate candy and slid it between Rowan’s lips, not noticing his eyes widening, before she grabbed the cheese.

“I’ll miss your long hair, but I like it short. I can see your ears,” Aelin giggled. She slid off of Rowan’s lap, only to use it as a pillow as he cut the bread and cheese into cubes. Aelin smiled and she rubbed circles on his knees, eating more chocolate.

Rowan’s eyes dropped down to her ears, before he mentally scolded himself. He stroked her hair slowly and leaned against the tree trunk, smiling. “I missed you, Aelin”

“You did!” Aelin jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She smiled and ran her fingers down the ink on his face, her cheeks  blushing. “I missed you too. Galan is so jealous I met Prince Rowan,” Aelin giggled, “But you’re my prince. He’ll have to get his own pretty prince, right?”

“Yes, of course he will,” Rowan smiled. Aelin grinned and she curled up again with her chocolates, yawning slowly. Rowan laughed and he watched with adoration as the young princess ate the entire tray of chocolate.

Rowan chuckled and he wiped off her mouth slowly and watched as the sun went down. Aelin yawned and she munched on a piece of bread, drawing patterns on the palm of Rowan’s hand. “Night, Rowan”

Rowan’s eyes widened but the princess of Wendlyn and Terrasen was already asleep. He shook his head and put the food back in the basket, sliding it over his arm. He slowly picked Aelin up, resting her head against his chest.

Aelin mumbled and she buried her face in his chest, squirming in his grasp. Rowan sighed and he turned her around gently, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held the basket in his left hand and he began to walk. And walk. And walk. All while Aelin’s soft breath left goosebumps on his neck.

“Open up,” Rowan beat on the door with his elbow. He sighed and stroked Aelin’s hair out of her face, before a male opened the door. He walked past Lorcan without a word, stopping to put the basket down.

“Whitethorn, don’t tell me you kidnapped a child,” Lorcan closed the door, running his hand down his face. Rowan glared, before he walked down the hall, holding Aelin.

“Oh rutting gods, you kidnapped the princess,” Lorcan followed him. Rowan flipped him off and he opened the door to his room, slamming it in Lorcan’s face. He heard growls but ignore them as he placed Aelin down on the bed.

Aelin murmured softly, before curling in on herself. She pulled her knees into her chest, her dress puffing out around her. Rowan gave a soft smile before placing her head on the pillow. He took off her shoes and set them by the foot of the bed, before brushing loose strands out of her face. “Good night, princess”

“I knew it,” Lorcan grumbled from outside. Rowan heaved a sigh and he kissed Aelin’s forehead, before stepping out of his room. He wondered how he would fit on the couch. He knew for certain he would have a crook in his back, but he didn’t mind.

Aelin woke up with a fuzzy head. She pulled herself out of bed, her bare feet hitting the ground. The girl yawned and she pulled the door open, a strong smell hitting her. She ignored it and walked down the hallway, rubbing her eyes. “Aedion, Aedion,” Aelin mumbled, still half asleep. “I saw Row-an again. He cut his hair,” Aelin giggled, holding her hands to her stomach.

Aelin rubbed her eyes again and she stopped short when she reached an unfamiliar room. She yawned again and groaned, furrowing her eyebrows. “You aren’t Aedion,” Aelin frowned. The two males turned around and Aelin gasped.

“You’re the same person!” She giggled and ran forward, grabbing their hands and tugging on them. “You’re very pretty,” Aelin smiled, letting go of one hand to pull the male with onyx eyes closer. His eyes widened and he bent down, picking her up slowly.

“Where did you come from?” He asked, chuckling slightly. He tugged her dress down and looked at his brother, who just shrugged, sliding his hands in his pockets.

“My mommy,” Aelin giggled and the males chuckled. She rested her head against his shoulder and yawned again, hugging his neck. “I was with Row-an. Where’s Row-an?”

“So you’re the princess he stole?” The other male smiled. “I’m Connall, and this is my brother Fenrys. I think he went to tell your mommy where you are” Aelin just shrugged and she ran her fingers through Fenrys’s hair.

“So you’re looking after me now? Can we do something cool? I wanna do something cool” Aelin whispered. The twins looked at each other and Connall shrugged. He bent his shoulders forward and Aelin shrieked when he turned into a wolf.

“He’s pretty too!” Aelin cried out. Fenrys laughed and he set her down, turning into a wolf as well. Aelin plopped down on the ground, folding her legs together. She giggled and ran her fingers through white and black fur.

“Can I keep you?” Aelin buried her face in Fenrys’s fur. She grinned and giggled when Connall knocked her down gently. She kissed his nuzzle and tapped his forehead. “I promise to feed you. And pet you. Please?”

Fenrys nipped her shoulder gently and Aelin took that as a yes. She tackled Fenrys gently and laughed, her hair falling into her eyes. She brushed it away impatiently and shrieked when Connall rolled her off of his brother.

“Aaa-rooooooo,” Aelin sang, trying to imitate a wolf. The twins snorted and covered their noses with their paws and Aelin knew they were laughing at her. “It’s not funny. I’m not a puppy” They snorted again and Aelin smiled softly.

The twins froze instantly. They shifted back into their Fae forms the moment Rowan came walking in. Aelin shot up and she grinned, fiddling with her hair. “Row-an!” Rowan walked into the room and he glared at the twins, causing them to whimper, before picking Aelin up.

“What did my mommy say? Do you think she’ll let me keep them?” Aelin said, pointing to Fenrys and Connall. She giggled and wrapped her arms around Rowan’s neck slowly, before dropping her voice. “They said I could keep them”

Fenrys and Connall went taunt as Rowan slowly looked at them. The glare he sent their way promised death, or at least a very hard training session which would result in him beating them into the ground. The twins shuffled on their feet and Fenrys laughed awkwardly. “Maybe next time, princess,” Rowan growled at Fenrys.

“Why don’t you stop being broody and territorial over a seven year old,” Aelin blinked slowly as Lorcan ducked into the room. She gripped onto Rowan’s shoulders and yelped, “He’s huge!” Rowan chuckled softly and rubbed the back of her head in soothing motions.

Aelin purred and Rowan shuddered. “Well this is disgusting,” Lorcan said flatly. “Gavriel is waiting for you. Something about wanting to walk back with you”

“I don’t wanna go back,” Aelin pouted. Rowan brushed his thumb across her temple and pursed his lips.

“Maybe you can come back sometime. Say goodbye,” Rowan gestured to the twins and Lorcan. Lorcan rolled his eyes but the twins waved and smiled. Aelin grinned and blew them two kisses, before burying her face in Rowan’s shoulder, breathing in pine and snow.

“Bye!” Aelin shouted when Rowan turned to leave. She hummed in his ear softly as he stepped out of the cabin, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck. Aelin looked up and she saw a male walking forward. “He looks like Aedion!”

“I know, princess,” Rowan sighed. He went back to rubbing soothing circles on the back of her head and Aelin giggled and she purred slowly. Her eyes fluttered and she yawned, sighing in content.

“Is this her?” Gavriel asked, staying back slightly. Aelin waved sleepily and she smiled, showing all of her teeth, except for the small gap at the side of her mouth. She yawned again when Rowan continued to rub the back of her head.

Rowan nodded and Gavriel sucked in his breath. He scratched the back of his neck and stared at Aelin for a long time, before he smiled softly. “She looks like me. And she said that…that he looks like me too”

“Who, Aedion? Yeah, you look just like him!” Aelin giggled. She waved at Gavriel again and started humming when the two males began to walk. “You’re all so pretty” Gavriel gave a small smile, still staring at his niece in wonder.

Aelin passed the time by asking Rowan and Gavriel questions, just as she had done with Rowan the first time they met. Rowan couldn’t stop smiling and Gavriel at first gave him strange looks, but now he just looked happy for his friend.

“There’s the castle!” Aelin pointed out, sitting on Rowan’s shoulders. She ran her fingers through his hair slowly and tugged at it. Rowan grunted and Aelin kissed his head, cooing softly. “Soft baby,” She grinned and nuzzled his head, before Rowan lifted her off her shoulders.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” Evalin’s voice came, her arms folded. Aelin gripped onto Rowan’s hand and she gave her mother a sheepish smile, her cheeks turning pink.

“I’m sorry, mommy! But I had a sleepover with Row-an!” Aelin turned to Rowan and she hugged him around his legs, taking a long breath as snow and pine filled her senses. She tugged him down and Rowan sat on his knees. “Do the eyebrow thing, pwease?” Aelin stuck her bottom lip out.

Rowan’s heart clenched and he nodded, lifting his fingers up. Slowly the male brushed his thumb over her eyebrow, causing it to arch on her forehead. Aelin slowly smiled and she leaned forward, kissing Rowan’s cheek. “Thank you, Row-an”

“Aelin!” Aedion and Galan shouted. Aelin groaned and she over exaggerated rolling her eyes. Rowan laughed and he looked up, watching as Aelin skipped over to her cousins. She flipped her hair back dramatically before spreading her arms.

“Here I am!” Aelin called out.

Aedion pulled her into a hug and he sighed, rubbing her back. “At least you aren’t all wet this time” Galan shook his head and he brushed Aelin’s hair, before he saw Rowan.

“That’s my prince, Galan!” Aelin stomped on his toe and Galan grimaced, pulling his knee up to rub his toe. Evalin messaged her temples deeply and she shook her head. She sighed and walked over to Rowan, heaving a sigh.

“Thank you, Prince Rowan. Again” Rowan nodded and Evaline turned to Gavriel. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back slightly, gripping her chest. Her heart thrummed against her palm.

“Mommy what’s wrong?” Aelin asked at the same time Gavriel said, “Evalin”

“Is that the Lion of Doranelle!” Aedion gasped, tugging on Aelin’s hand and dragging her forward. “You met him! You really met him! Gods, you’re so lucky. I hate you, Aelin” Aelin giggled and she followed her cousin.

“He looks like you, Aedion,” Aelin explained. Evalin turned around and she picked Aelin up quickly, grabbing Aedion’s arm. “Wait, mommy, Aedion wants to meet Gav-dale!” Rowan snorted deeply. Gavriel stepped forward and Evalin put her hand out, pulling Aedion closer.

“You should go. Now,” Evalin warned, standing between the Lion and his son. Galan, even though he was only twelve, thumbed the dagger at his side. Aedion noticed and he pursed his lips, not sure if he should do the same.

“He’s my son, Evalin,” Gavriel whispered and everyone’s eyes widened. Evalin snarled and she forced her face into Gavriel’s, pressing her nose against his. “He is not yours,” The Queen of Terrasen snarled, poking Gavriel’s chest, “You left my cousin. You forfeited the right to meet Aedion, do you understand me?”

“I didn’t know!” Gavriel raised his voice and Aedion flinched away. Aelin clung onto her mother harder and she shut her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “The pretty man is yelling, mommy,” Aelin whispered, wiping her cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know,” Evalin held Aelin tighter to her side. She looked down at Aedion, who stared at Gavriel in shock. They were exactly the same, except for Aedion’s Ashryver eyes. The blue eyes with gold rims held moisture, but at the same time…wonder.

“You’re my father?” Aedion whispered, stepping forward. Gavriel swallowed and he looked at Aedion, then his head snapped up when the scent of rain and wildflowers hit him. Gavriel sucked in his breath and Aedion turned around. “Mom, is he my-”

“No,” Seren Ashryver’s bottom lip trembled. She walked down the steps slowly, walking towards her cousin, her niece, and her nephew. And her son. “No, he’s not, Aedion,” Seren smiled and she held Aedion’s hand when she reached him, bending down to hug him. “We shall talk about this in private, yes? I’m sure Prince Rowan and Lord Gavriel have to be getting back now. Galan, your father is looking for you”

Galan, who was glad to get away from all the tension, bowed to his aunt before rushing off. Seren turned back to Gavriel and she swallowed, pressing her lips together tightly. “Seren, please” Gavriel whispered, his fingers shaking. “He’s my son”

“Don’t confuse my son with lies, Gavriel. His father died in battle before he was born. Opening old wounds is just plain cruel,” A tear rolled down her cheek and Rowan gripped Gavriel’s shoulder, pulling him back. Seren quickly wiped her cheek and she smiled, smoothing down her pale green dress. “I’m glad you’re back, Aelin. We missed you. Go on inside with Aedion, please love”

Aelin nodded quickly and she got down from her mother’s arms. She gave Rowan a quick smile before bumping Aedion’s shoulder. “You’re it!” She laughed and darted into the palace. Aedion looked back at Gavriel, and he waved before chasing after his cousin and laughing.

“He looks so much like me,” Gavriel whispered.

“Yet he will never be you. He will never leave someone. He will never abandon them,” Seren’s voice cracked and Evalin wrapped her arm around her waist, rubbing her back. “Do not come back here. And do not attempt to talk to my son, who I raised and loved without you there to help me. He is mine and I will die protecting him. Do you understand me, Lion?”

Gavriel cringed. When they had first met, she detested him and she called him Lion. Slowly she grew into calling him Gavriel, or Gav, but now that disgusted tone was back in her voice. “I just want to meet my son”

“And I just wanted you to stay,” Seren swallowed and she looked away. She looped her arm with Evalin’s and forced that infamous Ashryver smile on her face, pulling her blonde hair over one shoulder. “Good bye, Lion. I never want to see you again”

The cousins spun around and they walked off. Rowan tightened his grip on Gavriel to keep him from moving as well as to keep him from falling apart. Seren reached the threshold and she froze, her back going taunt. She seemed to contemplate turning around but she disappeared into the palace, the guards closing the door behind her.

“He knew who I was,” Gavriel whispered, tears stuck in his throat, choking him. “He was,” He took a long pause to swallow, “He was proud of me”

“I’m so sorry, Gavriel,” Rowan whispered. In truth, the male was speechless. He had known about Gavriel and Seren, but like Gavriel and the rest of their cadre, they hadn’t known she was with child. And Rowan had no idea she would turn Gavriel away from his own son so harshly.

Gavriel pressed his palms against his forehead and he shook his head. “Let’s go before the entirety of Wendlyn’s guards are on our tails” Gavriel stumbled back for a moment before he regained his footing and then he started walking.

“Gavriel,” Rowan whispered. The male turned around and he looked up. Aedion and Aelin had their hands pressed against one of the windows peering down. Aelin waved at Rowan, but Aedion was staring at Gavriel. He had an obvious frown on his face. Aedion lifted his hand to wave at Gavriel, but he shook his head and turned away.  

That wraps up Part Two! God. It feels so good that it’s finally done. I know you guys have been waiting for so long! And I will forever apologize for that. But I like the way this turned out and I’m so proud of it. 

Part One was posted at the end of November and it blew up and you guys loved it. It even inspired some other fanfictions. Finally, finally, here we are in February and you guys have your Part Two. 

I know you guys have been asking a lot, but it’s here now. And I really hope you liked it. Please, please, please reshare and tell me what you think. Don’t be afraid to type something out and send it to me. 

I’m not sure on Part Three yet, but anything is possible. 



Purgatory Revelations 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Benny, mention of Cas

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 605

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-versary Celebration Fic TWENTY-TWO. The line requested was,  “Be strong in the moments you want to be weak.” It was requested by  @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid. It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you for celebrating with me.  This is a quick little story that just kind of happened. It was inspired by the gif above submitted by @jesstherebel I hadn’t even planned on writing tonight. Hope you guys like it. 

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reborn yamamoto and xanxus getting rescued by innocent civillian and falling in love thank you!!!


~I… did my best? Sorry about the length… I got a bit too carried away. (-_-;)~

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There was just something about the way he looked slumped up and sitting against that alley wall that caught at your heartstrings as you were passing by. You had initially been led to that alley by a box of kittens you had seen earlier on your way to work. This time, though, you had a bottle of milk with you along with a small shallow bowl you had snuck out of the cafeteria during lunch. You can now feed them in peace and comfort. You just wish your apartment allowed pets so you could take them home.

You were looking for the kittens and found them playing all over the dark suited man with the old fashioned hat; a sight that was definitely not there earlier. Your personal experience with drunks told you he was not drunk. He looked far too troubled to be drunk. You came closer and one of the kittens went up to greet you. You gasped when you saw the blood on its fur.  Common sense led you to the conclusion that the man in the fedora was the one bleeding to death.

Scared, you helped him. Putting his arm over your shoulder and started helping him up, your brain trying to figure out what you should do. You thought about taking him to the hospital but then you felt something hard press against your side from his and when you investigated you found he had a gun on him.

After a slight mental meltdown of (“Oh my God, oh my God, he’s got a gun, please Lord don’t let him kill me, I’m going to go to jail!”) you decide to take him home and play doctor using Google searches and Youtube videos to stop the bleeding and stitch him up because, dammit, you can’t just leave him there to die. Just the thought of him lying here dying would never let you sleep again!

You stayed by his side until he woke up. And as you waited for him to open his eyes again you couldn’t help but notice that this was a beautiful man. But there was something broken about the expression on his face even in his sleep and somehow you couldn’t help but feel pity for him. This man was… not whole.

When he first opened his eyes your initial relief froze when he glared at you and somehow, you just knew he would have pointed a gun at your head had he been able to move or if you didn’t move the gun out of his reach. As it was you wondered if this was what small animals felt when snakes cornered them and gave them a death stare.

“Where am I?”

“My apartment,” you admitted wondering if you made a mistake taking him home. “I noticed the gun and… I didn’t think you’d want me to take you to a hospital with it on you.”

His brows furrowed even deeper. “How do you know I’m not just some drunkard who thinks it’s comfortable to sit in a dark, abandoned alley and wallow in his own misery?”

“You didn’t look like that kind of drunk.”

He raised a condescending brow at you and made you blush. “How would you know that?”

“Trust me, my dad was a mean drunk, Mister. If you’re the kind of drunk who likes to lie in dirty places then you wouldn’t have looked so… bothered.” The certainty in your voice made the hitman look up at you in surprise and a little amusement. “Besides, drunkards who wear suits like yours don’t find it comfortable to sit around in an alley like that. They usually have someone pick them up in a limo and take them to some five star hotel or ditch them at some fancy condo unit so they can roll around naked in their money. I’ve worked housekeeping in enough hotels to know how it is.”

Reborn sneered. “Thanks for the awesome deduction, Nancy Drew.”

The snark and the thought of him reading a childhood favorite of yours had you grinning at him, your fear melting away. If he knew about Nancy then surely he couldn’t be that bad. Right? “Your welcome, Hardy Boy.”

Your wit surprised a chuckle out of him. Which he regretted as pain shot up from his back and into his spine.

“Are you in pain?” You asked in concern as you stood up. “Gimme a sec, let me get you some pain meds.”

Reborn shot you an empty glare full of contempt and condescension. His next words hit you like a brick in the face. “You should have let me die.”

Your jaw dropped open in shock at the words out of this beautiful man’s mouth. It was a while before you even managed to form a thought. “Look. I don’t know what happened to you out there but surely someone somewhere would be happy you’re still alive.”

“No one’s probably even going to notice.”


“Can’t remember?”


“Not married.”


“Don’t have any.”

You bit your lip because you were feeling ridiculous and can’t help but feel you were being too nosy now. “Lover?”

He gave you an arrogant smirk. “Yeah. My exes would miss me but they’ll get over it. They always do.”

You threw your hands in the air and gave up. “Well, I got nothing. Guess now I know why you wanted to die so badly, Hardy Boy. Do me a favor, though? Can you like, die somewhere else after you’re well enough to walk? I’m not particularly experienced with having to dispose of dead bodies.”

Again he snorted in surprised laughter and again he regretted it. “Why can’t I move?”

“You’ve lost too much blood by the time I found you. Gimme a minute, I’ll get you something to eat along with those pain meds.”

As you fed and dressed his wounds Reborn eyed you warily, expecting more questions about the past and selfishly satisfying your curiosity. Instead, though, you amused him with your quips and teased him about being grumpy. It was as though you were absolutely determined not to be affected by his depression and for some reason this annoyed Reborn. With typical Reborn logic, that had annoyed the Vongola Decimo when he was younger, he thought that if he was miserable, everybody else should be miserable with him.

But your good cheer was like a force of nature in and of itself. He didn’t think anything could have brought down his iron will but you proved him wrong in the few days you had seen to his care.

While you were out at work, he tried walking around to find something else to read. You owned a few and the book you gave him was surprisingly something he liked but he had always been a fast reader and he was finished in a couple of hours with it. He discovered a letter hidden in your drawer while he was looking for something else to pass the time with and read it out of boredom.

The content infuriated him beyond speech and he confronted you about it the moment you got home.

“Okay, Hardy Boy, let’s change your bandages.” You greeted him tiredly as soon as you entered the bedroom.

The sight of your tired face made Reborn’s anger rise several notches higher and he threw the letter at you before you could reach him. “Who the hell is this?!”

Your jaw hit the floor when you recognized the letter while your whole face burned red. “You went through my things?!”

“I was looking for a distraction, that novel was too short, now tell me!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“What?! It took me a month to finish that book! And that’s none of your business.” You looked away and prepared the bandages. You refused to meet his furious gaze.

“He’s not your husband, you’re not wearing his name. You’re certainly not wearing a ring. What are you to him then?” he sneered and grabbed your wrist so tightly you were forced to meet his eyes. “His mistress?”

You blinked, the tears trying to explode from your eyes as the guilt and shame rolled over your chest like a wave. “Is it really so wrong to want to be loved? Even if it’s just for a little while…?”

Reborn wanted to kill something. Preferably large, lumpy and human. “BUT HE’S ASKING YOU FOR MONEY! WHERE THE HELL DOES HE GET THE NERVE?!”

“Yeah… You can say it’s my penitence for being a shameless woman.” Humiliation made your face pale as your sins were paraded before this stranger. He must think less of you now that he knew your deepest darkest secret. It had been nice… Having someone who didn’t judge her from past mistakes and talking to her for a while like they were friends. Oh well… You knew you were done for in polite society the moment you agreed to have an affair with a married man. Even now after it’s over, its shadow still haunted you. You bit your lip hard to keep the tears from falling. “Now show me your back. We need to get you wrapped up and clean. You wouldn’t want that wound to get infected, do you?”

It had required Reborn all his strength of will not to beat the subject into the ground where it belonged but he remained silent for your sake. Inwardly he wanted to find this man and bash his skull in. How could that bastard call himself a man?! Taking advantage of a lonely woman like that and then extorting from her?! He could understand if the woman was an absolute slut of a conscienceless bitch but you were different. You were kind. You’re funny. You smelled like heaven and sex and―

Reborn’s eyes caught your hand carefully tucking the letter in your pocket as you turned away and his rage flared out even more.

That’s it. The moment he’s out of here that son of a bitch is a dead, dead man.

“Hey, Hardy Boy?” he looked at you but you refused to meet his eyes. “Sorry you had to see that. Don’t worry, though. Just give it a couple more days and you won’t have to see me again. So don’t be too mean to me about this. Okay?”

You turned and ran from the room before you could see his piercing dark eyes turn into judging brim stones. You had managed to keep yourself together when other people gave you hell for being ‘the other woman’ in your former relationship with that man; but somehow the thought of having Reborn think so low of you made your knees weak. Made you want to stop existing in shame.

The next day you came home to find the small apartment empty. You had to lean against the bedroom door’s threshold for support when you saw the empty bed. He was gone. He probably left while you were away. So disgusted with your jaded past he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

That night, as soon as you were ready for bed, grateful that you can use it again after a week of sleeping on the couch, you tried to tell yourself everything was alright like you always do. But as soon as you lay down you smelled his scent stuck to your pillows. The intoxicating smell of sunsets and bitter coffee mixed with expensive tobacco. Suddenly your tiny apartment felt much too large and empty…

You cry yourself to sleep.

That night you had a nice dream, though.

He was back.

He was unbuttoning your night gown from the neck down and raining kisses on every available skin he exposed. Your blanket is gone and your skirt was hiked up around your waist. His leg was rubbing sensuously between your thighs in a way that made your back arch. When his lips tenderly took in a nipple in his mouth and started laving it with his tongue the pleasure became so intense you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Easy, Nancy Drew. We have all night.”

The words snapped you right out of the half-awake state you were in and your face burned red at the realization that you weren’t dreaming. You try to push him off but it was like moving a stone wall. “What are you doing?!”

“Reborn. My name’s Reborn,” he smirked down at you as he spread your legs wider so he could grind his hardness between your legs making you gasp. “And I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I got the feeling back in my body thanks to you.”

“Wha­― Wait! I thought you left!” you were holding his shoulders so tight you were surprised you hadn’t torn his shirt yet. You bit your lip against the sensations when he started peppering your neck with kisses and his large, rough hands started stroking the back of your legs in a way that made you helplessly gasp out his name. “Reborn!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, panting as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to control himself. “That sounded better than I thought.”

“Y-you barely even know me!” you stammered out as you tried to keep yourself from writhing under the continued onslaught of his hands.

“I know enough to know that I want you.” He made sure to leave a mark on your collarbone as he slipped the nightgown off your shoulders. “I went out to string that son of a bitch up a tree by his toes. If he ever bothers you again, I’m breaking his skull in two.”

“Wait! You went to see― Ah!” Your words were cut off when he lightly bit your other nipple.

“Dammit, you’re so sensitive.” he whispered, breathing hard.


“You think you know guilt?” his voice was thick, seductive. You could almost taste the bitter taste of coffee down your throat as he kissed you; his tongue plundering inside your mouth. By the time he pulled away your head was spinning. “I kill people for a living. Your sins are nothing weighed against mine.”

Your throaty moan and the way you arched off the bed made Reborn grind between your legs more insistently, more eagerly than before. You watched as he knelt up and shamelessly freed his arousal from his pants all the while eyeing you with smoldering dark eyes that made you melt in a puddle of need. Gently he lifted your legs to remove your panties, his finger sliding inside you testing how ready you were for him.

“Reborn…” you sounded needy but you couldn’t help it. Especially since he made sure you were watching the way he was slowly thrusting his sex inside you. “Reborn…!”

“Damn it,” he panted against you as he thrust deeper. “Hearing you say my name makes me want to come. Go ahead, darling. Tell me you’re mine.”

Even as you lose your mind to the pleasure of his thrusts you promised yourself you won’t regret this. You wanted this. You wanted him. It didn’t matter if he left after. You were used to being abandoned, anyway.

But Reborn had other plans for you. Despite the guilt of dragging you into the dark world he was in he needed you too much to let you go. You were his.

He proclaimed it hoarsely as you came, trembling in his arms…


He had been foolish and careless.

He was expecting a simple job, really. He was supposed to corner the rat that was leaking information from the Vongola for another Mafia Famiglia and ‘get rid of him’ so he did. Takeshi managed to corner the man in an old apartment building. Had said his words of parting and slashed a sword through his chest. How was he supposed to know the man had a bunch of bombs strapped around his body and a dead man switch in his hand? But then again Takeshi had moved too quickly to find out about these little details.

He tried to outrun the explosion and managed to jump off down one floor to the balcony of the next apartment building over. He had been one millisecond too slow, however. Because a shrapnel from the explosion shot through his shoulder made him lose his balance and land on your balcony, already unconscious.

You rushed out at the sound of the explosion and was shocked at the sight of the bleeding man at your feet. Briefly, it occurred to you that he might be trying to rob you but when you saw the amount of blood pooling around him you kneel down by his side.

“Hello?! What happened?! Can you stand up?!”

No response.

You put your fingers on the inside of his wrist and felt a pulse before grabbing him from under his armpits and pulled him inside your apartment just in time before a bunch of police cars drove by. Looking it up and seeing whatever hit him was shot completely through his body you stop the bleeding and stitch him up as best you could. Your hands were a little unsteady and you had had to silently apologize every time you made a mistake but the man was so unconscious he didn’t even twitch. You thought about calling 911 but you couldn’t for fear of the attention it might bring. You liked your privacy just the way it was, thank you very much.

The next time Takeshi opened his eyes you were there waiting. Your eyes worried and nervous but your lips pursed in determination all the same.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

Takeshi barely managed to open his eyes at the soft concerned voice and got a glimpse of your eyes before smiling goofily. “Pretty…”

“What?” Great, he’s a weirdo. “I better take you to a hospital―”

“No… No hospital… Might as well let me die… OW!” You knew it wasn’t right to hit a man when he’s down but you couldn’t stop yourself. Hearing such words made you furious. Takeshi, however, pouted at you. “What was that for?!”

You stared back at him and his smile melted away at your glare and your lips pursed in disapproval. “Don’t talk like that, you moron! Do you have any idea how many people would give their right arms just to be alive right now?!”

The Rain Guardian blinked at you incredulously before laughing out loud. Something he regretted instantly as pain shot through him and made him limp.

“Serves you right, idiot.”

“Sorry! Geez! You need to work on your bed side manners.”

“I’d consider that advice if I were a nurse. But I’m not. So screw you.”

Again Takeshi scratched the back of his head at the sight of your displeasure. “I’ve made you mad huh?”

You sigh as you stand up and start to leave. “Lie down while I get you something to eat and see if I’ve got some pain meds.”

For some reason it bothered Takeshi that he upset you and without thinking, he grabbed your wrist and made you look back at him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

Takeshi met your eyes and felt electrocuted by the sheer sadness he saw in there before you blushed and cleared your throat, pulling your wrist away from him and rubbing at it like it burned from his touch. “It’s okay, forget about it. Just… As long as you stay here I don’t want you making jokes like that, alright?”

There was just something so broken about you that the swordsman felt something in his chest thaw a little at the sight of it and by God did it hurt. He couldn’t help but be curious about you while you nursed him back to health.

All through that week you took care of his needs without any complaint despite being so obviously busy with your work. Sometimes, Takeshi could barely get a smile from you. You obviously lived alone and unprotected, surrounded by a mountain of books and that bothered him. You acted all tough and independent but he could see your vulnerability plain as day. You hide just how fragile you were from the world. As time went by Takeshi became more and more restless at the protectiveness you inspired in him.

A couple of days later he got bored lying in bed waiting for you to come home so he decided to see if you had anything he could spend time on. He was certainly not a very big fan of books so he ignored the impressive bookshelves lining your walls and foraged through a drawer where he saw you keep your knick knacks. To his delight he hit pay dirt when he found a tiny photo album.

He was willing to bet the little kid of about seven was you. You had two older people on there who were possibly your parents, and a little boy who looked enough like you to be your brother. He had the same hair color as you. You looked like you have a happy family. His smile melted off as he flipped towards the end of the album and saw you posing happily with your tired looking but smiling brother whose head had been shaved off. From the tubes sticking out of his nose and wrists it was easy to see that he was ill. The paleness and look in his eyes told him that the sickness was terminal. And if you were only seven in this picture then…

No wonder you hit him so hard the first time you guys met.

Flashes of his stupidity back in middle school came back to him all of a sudden. About how he would have leaped off that school building had Tsuna not stopped him. He had taken his life seriously for granted even now.

He needed to apologize to you.

The sound of your footsteps alerted him of your arrival so he returned the album and hurriedly went back to the bedroom and waited for you to greet him. He couldn’t believe just how hard his heart was pounding at the thought of seeing you again after a whole day. But when you didn’t come in after a few minutes he got worried. So he got up and peeked behind the bedroom door that had a view of the entrance. What he saw made envy wrap around his neck like a noose ready to choke him.

“You sure you don’t want me to spend the night?” the man you were with asked, still nuzzling your face and dropping sweet little kisses on your lips.

You smiled tiredly and caressed the man’s face lightly in response. “Sorry. Maybe next week?”

The man frowned. “You’re working too hard. Geez, just let me take care of you.”

You laughed and jealousy twisted in Takeshi’s gut like a fist. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh. It sounded heavenly.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow?”

The man sighed in frustration but kissed you deeply nonetheless before stepping away and leaving. You watched the man go and it was a while before you even noticed Takeshi had been openly staring at you with the oddest expression on his face. It was strange not to see him smiling.

“Oh, hi, Takeshi,” you greeted him. “Sorry, let me just cook us dinner. I’ll change your bandages later, alright? Are you hungry? I’ll make curry.”

Takeshi focused in releasing small little breaths trying to loosen the anger and the jealousy and the godforsaken want eating at his gut like a goddamned leech. Logically he shouldn’t really be this mad, right? It’s not like you were together. It’s not like you were in love with him.

“So,” he began, still feeling a little breathless from having to strangle the fury from his system. It had been all he could do not to push the door open and cut that man’s head off. “A boyfriend huh?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you began chopping up the onions and all the other ingredients. You decided to get changed while everything simmered. “He’s my boss’ son. We’ve been together since last year.”

“Oh.” Takeshi knew he sounded like he was being strangled but he couldn’t help it. He kept staring at your back feeling like a lump was forming in his throat as he applied all his strength not to just grab you and demand you forget about that smug idiot. “Is it serious?”

“I think so,” you shrugged as you continued to work. “He’s been talking about living together lately. I guess he’s right. It would be cheaper for me.”

“Oh.” Takeshi gritted his teeth now. “He’d be paying the rent?”

“We discussed sharing the rent,” you said, finally done with partially cooking the ingredients in the oil and dumped them all in a kettle to add the water, honey, apples and curry blocks in. “I wouldn’t be comfortable otherwise.”

Bullshit, Takeshi thought viciously. If he really wanted to take care of you he’d pay for the entire thing! He’d marry you and buy you a house and a garden and a room full of your stupid books.

He laughed despite the fact the he wanted to break something. “Really? If it were me I wouldn’t let you have to pay for anything. You’d just live there with my dog and my bird.”

That made you turn around and look at him. “I didn’t know you had pets!”

“Sure do.” He grinned. I can give you everything you could possibly want! “I’ll let you meet them someday.”

And then you smiled one of those smiles that had been making his heart feel like it was floating in the air. Takeshi could only stand there and stare at you in longing, barely even breathing.

Surely you weren’t expecting him to just up and go as soon as he recovered, did you? It’s just not happening. He was too drawn to you, too aware, too obsessed to watch you end up with someone else. He had to do something. He had to do something quick.

That night, after taking a bath and having dinner you were finally ready to change Takeshi’s bandages. You really wished you didn’t have to. Every time you did you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the lean, well-muscled body just underneath your fingertips. It was a good thing Takeshi was gentleman enough not to make you self-conscious by deliberately cracking jokes and just being his talkative self. He had been a soothing, secure presence in the apartment. You didn’t know why but knowing he was nearby made it feel like nothing and no one could possibly hurt you.

Carrying the bandages and looking forward to his chatter you stopped cold at the bedroom’s threshold, confused when you found it empty. Just when you started wondering where he could be a warm breath whispered over the bare skin of your nape.

“You’re blocking the door.”

You yelped and jumped away only to blush even more at the sight of your houseguest standing behind you fresh from a bath and wearing nothing but a towel.

Your swallowed hard and focused on your concern despite your heart beating a mile a minute. “What were you doing?! You shouldn’t have taken a bath your wounds are still fresh!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t get them wet. I just scrubbed myself from the waist down. And my face as well. Sponge baths are fun but nothing beats a nice old scrubbing. So? Shall we?” He casually walked passed you, lithe as a wolf and lay on the bed like some Greek god waiting to be fed by his handmaidens!

What’s going on? Something’s different with him tonight. You tried to shrug it off and sat on the bed with him, concentrating on taking off his old bandages first to replace them with new ones. But unlike the past few nights when he drowned the awkwardness with his chatter, tonight Takeshi sat still and silent.

And never took his eyes off you.

You could hear your heart pounding in the silence and your breath was coming faster especially when you had to wrap the bandages around his body and got a whiff of the clean, musky scent of his skin. Somehow, while you were wrapping another strip around him, you lost your concentration. Your fingers slipped and skittered over the skin of his side.

“Hey,” you looked up, wide eyed and blushing at the raspy timber of his voice. It felt like a brush combing over your skin. “That tickles.”

You try to apologize only to be caught by his eyes. You caught your breath at the way they smoldered with something absolutely carnal.

“Takeshi?” you whispered as he leaned down towards you. “What’s happening?”

Instead of answering he caught your lips in a kiss so wanting and needy you could hardly believe you were being kissed by the same person. It was like he was sucking the very soul out of you. You weren’t sure how he did it but somehow, your clothes were on the floor and you were underneath him while he thrust again and again inside you with possessive eagerness.

“You’re breaking it off with him,” he kept whispering in a broken voice in your ear every time your hips met his. “You’re going to choose me…”


You were not having the best day of your life.

Your pervert of a boss found another opportunity to grab your ass again, your annoying coworkers were still a bunch of bitches and somehow, your flat mate left a garbled message in your voicemail about being out of town and that she wasn’t sure if she’ll ever come back again leaving you to pay for the rent all by yourself. And people wonder why you won’t just quit your job. There’s just no way this day could get any worse.

Mentally and emotionally exhausted you walk into your apartment and switched the lights on… Only to almost have a heart attack.


“Shut up.” You promptly obey when you heard the click of a gun as the large, dark man sat up a little bit straighter in your favorite chair and pointed said gun at you. “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed hard before answering. “I-I live here.”

He scowled, apparently not liking the answer. “Where the hell is she?”

“Sorry, who?” you asked, trying to keep yourself calm. You had no doubt your brain will decorate the walls the moment you decide to run. Damn that’s a big gun.

“Veronica.” The man growled. “She said she was going to buy some meds.”

You swallowed. “She- she’s gone. She left me a message earlier. She says she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be back.”

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered through gritted teeth even as he leaned back in your chair again.

He must be your flat mate’s new boyfriend. The big fish she had been singing about these past few weeks who was going to be her ticket out of their hell hole of a life. So why would she drop him off here, obviously injured instead of sending him off to a hospital?

You noticed the smell in the room. The smell of gunpowder and blood. You look at the roughhewn rug you purchased from the flea market for a song last year and saw the warm brown was now rusty with red.

“Sir? Are you alright? Do you want me to get you an ambulance?” Please let me get you an ambulance. Anything to get you out of my house!

“If you try to make one single call, I’ll blow your fucking lungs out. Be quiet.” He ordered. His voice raspy and obviously in pain.

And you really couldn’t stand it. “You’re bleeding.”

He sneered back at her. “Congratulations. You’re smarter than you look.”

Okay now that was just uncalled for. “Can you hold on a bit? I have a med kit in the bathroom I can―”

He aimed the gun at you again. It amazed you that he hasn’t lost consciousness yet despite all that blood loss. “You’re not going anywhere, scum.”

Okay, that’s it. “Look, you’ve got the door covered, I won’t be able to run away. You are bleeding all over my floor and my favorite chair and you have ruined a perfectly good rug. I have had a very bad day, although obviously not as bad as yours. But I am tired, and hungry and the last thing I need is for an obvious criminal insulting me in my own home! Now put your gun down, sit still and let me get my damn med kit so I could at least keep you from dying in my goddamn house!”

Xanxus blinked back at you for what seemed like a full minute and you were half sure he was going to shoot you now. Instead he grunted and did as he was told but his garnet eyes narrowed at you the entire time. Taking that as permission you hurried to the bathroom, tiredly contemplating your life.

You managed to bandage him, thanks to all the busted heads and knees from the little league soccer team you coached over the weekends. You were amazed he did not make a single sound while you were stitching him up. He was wounded pretty bad. It was a good thing whatever hit him came out or you would have been forced to cut him open to get it out. Judging from the scars on his body it seemed this was nothing compared to whatever else he’s been through, though.

Somewhere during your treatment he fell asleep. Worried, you cleaned him up and stayed beside him to watch out for a fever.

Xanxus woke up dizzily at the feel of a soft hand brushing gently over his forehead. The first thought in his brain was that he fell asleep in a brothel. But then your scent wafted through him and he focused on your face.

“Welcome back.” You greeted him, relieved. “Give me a minute.”

Xanxus watched you walk off to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water and some warm soup. He noticed your clothes were still soiled with his blood as you came near.

“Can you sit up? You need to eat. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Xanxus did not move. He had too much pride to show you he can’t feel his arms yet.

You seem to figure that out too because you held the glass of water to his lips to help him drink. You failed miserably. Xanxus sent you a silent glare.

“Sorry,” you frowned, trying to figure out what to do before you pursed your lips and stood up. “Sorry about this.”

Xanxus watched you with some curiosity as you drank the water then leaned down towards him and made him drink the water from your mouth. The Varia Boss imbibed thirstily, not even realizing how parched he was until this.

You held his nicely chiseled chin in your hand and looked him in the eye, watching for any signs of refusal. “More?”

His slight nod was all you needed and you repeated the action. As you two continued he couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were. How good you smelled. How nice your voice sounded now that you weren’t screaming at him. After finishing the whole glass Xanxus felt better. He could at least move his fingers and his mouth now.

“Okay, the soup’s hot so I can’t do that again but we’ll do this.” You scooped up a spoonful and blew on it until it cooled before holding it against Xanxus’ lips. Luckily he could move his lips and mouth after the water.

After feeding him you wiped away a few strands of hair from your forehead and sighed. “Is there anyone you want me to call? Anyone who can pick you up?”

Xanxus thought of Squalo and how he would have to deal with the Shark’s bitching if he didn’t at least let the trash know where he was so he nodded. You held your phone for him while he tapped out the numbers. The voice that answered nearly cost you your eardrums.




Xanxus raised a brow at you and you answer for him and gave the loud man on the other line your address.


“No, Veronica was the one who got me in this shit in the first place before running off like the bitch she is. Now pick me up, fucking Shark or I’ll make it so you’ll be shitting through your forehead.” Xanxus hung up without further ado.

“He sounds like he was really worried about you.” You couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose you guys are a group, huh? What’s your motto? Swearing is Caring?”

To your surprise, his lip actually twitched at that. Despite being pretty sure he was a murdering psychopath, you couldn’t help but like him. He had a well-worn look on his face that told you this man had it rough. The kind that crawled out from the dirt to get to the top.

“Still hungry? Want me to make you something else?”


You blinked and stared back. “Yeah?”

“I kill people for a living.”

“Um… I kinda guessed the moment you pulled a gun on me and threatened to blow my brains out.”

“Then why the hell are you being so fucking nice? I could order my men to rape and kill you when they come here if I wanted. And then I could shoot you dead.”

You winced. “Would you really do that? I hope you won’t. Because that would really suck.”

You surprised a snort out of him. “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“And you swear too much. Not that I mind. Now I don’t know about you but I’m famished. Hold on a minute and I’ll get us some decent breakfast. You’d probably want to walk out of here by the time they come instead of crawl. Or worse yet, get carried off bridal style.”

It had taken approximately forty five minutes before the rest of the Varia arrived. It was full-fledged pandemonium for a total of five minutes while Squalo screamed, Levi wailed, Lussuria wept, Belphegor giggled and Mammon erased all evidence that they have been there. He was about to float over to you and get rid of the witness but Xanxus’ voice stopped the illusionist.

“Hold it. No one’s touching that. That one’s mine.”

You met his eyes with your questioning ones but his face was the same solemn granite you had beheld all night long. His beautiful ruby eyes arrested you into stillness. It was like being caught in hypnosis. You barely even noticed how his companions threw you curious and assessing looks as they protectively ushered their Boss away.

He stuck in your mind, that Xanxus. Even after a week you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was an enigmatic man. You don’t usually go for bad boys but there was just something so… special about him for lack of a better word. A curious brand of strength mixed with a soul that had known too much hurt.

She should really stop thinking about him. Life moved on and at least she was alive. She had bigger problems. Like the rent. So when a male coworker expressed interest in become flat mates with you you pounced on the chance and took him home.

Imagine the poor guy’s shock when he was met with the barrel of a gun between the eyes.


Who the fucking hell is this?!

“Wait, you can’t kill him! He’s going to be my new flat mate!”

If you thought that was going to calm him down then you have another think coming.

“Listen, boy,” Xanxus growled. His voice low, raspy and utterly deadly. “You’ve got three seconds to move your ass or you’ll be feeding the sewer rats tonight. One.”

Your hopes were dashed in less than a second as your guest ran screaming bloody hell into the night.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you were almost in tears as you stomped a foot on the floor. “How am I going to pay the rent this month?!”

“Fuck the rent. I’ll set you up in a penthouse.” He snarled as he put his gun away and stalked towards you. “Hell, I’ll give you a fucking mansion!”

“And how am I going to pay for something like that, Mr. Big Shot?”

You’re sarcasm was cut off when he pushed you against the wall, his eyes again pinning you like a butterfly on a board and you felt that pull again. The same one you felt the last time you saw him before he left.

“By becoming mine, of course.” He growled quietly as he leaned towards you.

You try to push him away, your cheeks red and your eyes glaring. “I am not Veronica. I am not going to be her replacement, you idiot! Let go!”

“Moron,” he huffed in amusement at your futile attempts to free yourself from him. “Veronica wasn’t my woman; she’s just a fuck toy. You’re going to belong to me. Anybody else tries anything on you; I’ll blow their fucking brains out.”

Somehow, as he caught your lips in a heated, passionate kiss, you couldn’t help but think that this just may be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you.

And then you melted in his embrace…


Originally posted by toosweetme

Prompt: You realize you don’t need to flirt with me right? We’ve been dating for three years.”

Pairings: Seth Rollins X Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 200+

“You wanna know who’s amazing and has the cutest smile? Say the first word again.” You looked up at Seth who was smiling cockily at you.

“Say the first word again.” You smirked and shook your head.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” You turned around and looked at Seth. “No, but it did hurt when I dissented from the fiery depths of hell.”

Finn started laughed uncontrollably.

“I thought happiness started with an H Why does my start with U?” You looked up from your phone at Seth. “Cause you don’t know how to spell?”

“Which is easier? You getting into those tight jeans of me getting you out of them?” You turned around. “Well, I’m not wearing any jeans right now so I can’t answer that question.”

You were walking towards the curtain for your match when you were stopped by Seth. “I swear to the great lord above! If you try another one of those ridiculous pickup lines on me I will beat you into the ground!”

Seth frowned. “What is it with you today?” 

“I saw this article online that say women liked it when you continued to flirt with them. ” You chuckled. “You realized you don’t need to flirt with me right? We’ve been dating for three years.”

Seth said. “The article said women liked it when you continued to do it throughout your relationship.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure it didn’t mean cheesy pickup lines.”

“Really though, you don’t need to flirt with me. But if you are insistent on flirting, please stop with the cheesy pickup lines.”

Seth pulled you against him. “Sure. I’ll stop with them, babe.” You kissed him. “Good. You were driving me crazy.”

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: At some point in time Yuuri got drunk with Phichit and started ranting about Victor. It started out as the basic "he's so awful i'm going to beat him into the ground" stuff but quickly devolved into "-and I hate the way the light glints off his hair and how bright his eyes are and how good he looks in red and-" Phichit films the whole thing and sends it to Victor after they get together.

Yuuri would be like ‘…and I hate his stupid beautiful face and his pretty eyes and I hate the way he looks good with both long and short hair and the way he smiles and the way when we were in bed together he…’ and Phichit is like ‘oh boy imma stop you right there before this gets very nsfw and I hear something I will inevitably regret’

first dates - part two

obviously, again, requested by anonymous
requests are open!

• he’s not really the nervous type, so he’d be completely chill when he picked you up
• he’d have his car and he’d open and close the passenger door for you to get in
• quiet music would be playing while the two of you made small talk
• for your date, he’d probably take you to like, a nice restaurant
• since it was a nice night, he’d want to sit outside
• he’d pull your chair out and push it back in when you sat down
• he’d ask what you wanted and instead of you ordering, he ordered for you
• because even if he’s a greaser, he wants to show you that he’s the biggest gentleman there is
• obviously, when you thought he wasn’t looking, you’d lowkey check out his muscles
• sometimes he would know you’re looking, but not say anything, just get this huge grin on his face
• you two would talk throughout the whole dinner, just about random topics really
• he’d be a little upset that the time seemed to go by so fast with your date
• he would not let you pay for anything
• like if you tried to pay for something, he’d threaten the waiter if he took your money
• “you take her money and I’ll beat you to the ground.”
• because he wants to pay for you and not make you pay
• because again, gentleman as fuck
• the ride back to your house would be quiet, but not awkward. it’d be one of those comfortable silences
• again, he’d jump out of his car and open the door for you to get out, offering you his hand as well
• he’d kiss your hand once he got to your doorstep, before smiling big at you and saying goodbye before he turned to go back to his car and drive home

• kinda like darry, he would not be nervous at all
• because he’s used to girls hanging around him, so obviously he’s a pro
• he’d pick you up from your house, probably borrowing darry’s car so he can seem a bit more classy
• that and he didn’t feel like walking around all night
• anyway, for the first date, he’d probably take you to a carnival that was in town for a couple days
• he’d have to pay for it instead of sneaking in, but he didn’t care tbh
• he’d insist that you pick all the games to play
• and of course, he would beat you at most of them
• but occasionally you would win and he would just give you the biggest pout and puppy dog eyes
• but he’d get over it cause he won at the next one
• and of course, he’d win you a prize
• like imagine the biggest teddy bear at the place
• that’s what he won for you
• you two would be laughing and challenging each other all night long
• as the night was nearing, he’d take you to the ferris wheel
• because that’s romantic af
• once you both got on, he put his arm around you and held you close
• he’d look up at the stars as the wheel started moving, but after a couple seconds, he’d be looking at you
• and just get this huge grin on his face as he watches you, laughing and smiling as it went around
• you’d feel him staring at you so you’d look back at him for a second
• and because this boy is a little shit, he’d lean close to you and gently peck your lips
• he wouldn’t full on kiss you yet, the peck being a sort of a question for permission
• and if you kissed him back, then he’d full on kiss you for a minute
• once you two pulled away, he had a shit eating grin on his face, like a five year old
• he’d pull you even closer to him (if that was possible) until you two got off
• afterward, you two would leave, hand-in-hand as you walked to the car
• you two would talk nonstop as he drove you back home
• once he got back to your house, he’d lean over to you and kiss your cheek
• and he’d probably be like, “I’ll see you again tomorrow doll.” as you got out
• he’d also wait to drive off until you got in the house, wanting to make sure you’re safe

• again, he’s a pretty confident guy, so he wouldn’t be nervous
• he would want to date to be during the day though and into the night, not just at night
• he’d drive as well
• and it’d be awhile of driving, outta Tulsa by a couple miles
• but it’d be worth it, cause he would take you to the beach
• once you both got there, he’d wait for you to walk with him by his side
• at first, he’d just want to walk alongside the beach, just talking with you
• sometimes he might take a joke too far, or just say something that isn’t quite nice to say
• which would cause you to lightly hit him in the chest
• but since he can probably be a bit oblivious sometimes, he’d just go on and do it again
• after awhile of walking, he might get a little bored and lightly nudge your shoulder with his
• which causes an all out war between the two of you
• and you push him too hard cause he falls into the ocean a bit, getting soaked
• you went to help him up, but he just pulled you down in with him when you grabbed his wrist
• this means that now there is a splash war going on between you two
• which ends in you dunking him underwater (only because he lets you)
• and he comes back with picking you up and tossing you into the water
• after all this, you would both get out of the water, obviously completely soaked
• not that either of you cared very much though
• and you guys would just continue walking down the beach as if nothing happened
• he’d probably try to grab your ass or some shit on the walk
• but he’d play it off and just put his arm around your waist right after, pulling you into him
• anyway after a couple hours and when you two were finally dry, you decided to head back to the car
• he’d start the car and start the slightly long drive back home
• but you two talked about things, mostly cars cause that’s what he was really into, but you talked about other shit as well
• once he pulled up to your house, he’d be like “thanks for agreeing to go with me sweetheart, I had a great time” or something
• you’d most likely lean over the seat and kiss his cheek before getting out of the car
• “wait, doll what about the kiss I got for ya?”
• “pick me up tomorrow and you’ll find out.”
• which of course made him grin before whooping (yknow the noise he makes in the movie) before he pulled away to drive home