chang is a companion. i will fight you

Ten tips if you're going to play Dragon Age Origins

1. Use your map. Your map is your friend. There are a lot of maze-like areas with twists and turns, and if you don’t look at your map you may find yourself getting lost … a lot. All of that can be avoided if you just open you map and follow the paths. Also, if you’re a dedicated trophy hunter like me, there’s an achievement for setting foot everywhere in the game. That may seem rediculous, but if you look at the map it tells you where you haven’t been. It’s really useful.

2. Don’t bank affection. If you buy the DLC pack (which I highly recommend), there will be a Party Package where you can buy gifts for your companions to increase their affection. However, this was probably meant for players who know how to use gifts and wanted to do a speedy playthrough. There are an abundance of gifts that you can either pick up or buy in game, so getting them from your in-camp merchant is pointless. If you bank affection too fast, you might miss personal quests and romance options, as these only become available at certain points on the affection scale. For a better experience, raise their affection naturally.

3. Every character has a skill chart where you can max out a certain set of skills, such as lockpicking, herbalism, trap-making, etc. Each character will have one skill highlighted when they join your party; that’s the one you should focus on maxing out. There are 8 skills and 8 companions (more with the DLCs), and you need to max out every skill because there are side missions pertaining to each skill. For example, a dwarf in Orzammar will ask you to mix an antidote for his friend, but it requires expert herbalism. One of your companions, Morrigan, will likely have the highest herbalism skill if you build it up. Use her to mix the antidote. Every skill has a side mission and it really sucks if you can’t complete it.

4. If you’re not playing as a rogue, always have a rogue in your party. There are locked chests everywhere in the game, and if you can’t open them you’ll miss out on some great loot. Leliana and Zevran are rogues. Focus on maxing out their stealing skill to unlock chests.

5. For your main character, I highly suggest maxing out your coercion skill before anything else. This is probably the most important skill in the whole game.

6. Try to only sell your wares to Bodahn, the dwarf in your camp. Unlike other merchants in the game, he holds on to the items you sell him for days (about 3 or 4 fast travels), so if you sell something by mistake you have a chance to buy it back. He also gives you mad discounts.

7. If you get the DLC pack, there is a location called “Soldiers Peak” where a man will ask you for help. I don’t want to spoil the story, but after you beat the mission he gives you a chest to store your wares. This is incredibly helpful, as there is no other form of storage in the game. It is best to complete this DLC early on, but in order to do so you might have to turn the difficulty to casual, as the enemies you have face are powerful.

8. Don’t change your companions’ classes or fighting style! You have the option to do so, but it’s a terrible idea. Leliana, for example, is an archer who prefers long range attacks. Zevran is a duelist who prefers short range attacks. Sten prefers one-handed weapons for more powerful blows, while Alistair prefers a sword and a shield. All of your companions preferred classes put them right where they should be if you strategize.

9. Have multiple saves. There are a plethora of hard decisions to make in this game, and if you make a decision you hate, you can load a previous save and start over. This also helps if you run into a bug. I personally have 3 saves per profile.

10. Backpacks. For the love of God, buy backpacks. Every merchant has a catagory called “Other”. Always check this catagory for backpacks, which give you a permanent +10 to your on-hand storage space. You will need these. I can’t even begin to tell you how often you’ll become over encumbered without them.

Too Late - Jon Snow

You have been part of the Stark family’s life ever since you were a young girl. You became Sansa’s handmaiden and never once left her side; you were there through everything. Even now, you were at the Lady Stark’s side, riding to Castle Back to reunite with her half-brother Jon Snow. Only, this reunion wasn’t as you imagined it would be. (Words : 3301)

Originally posted by theillustratedmixtape

Having lived in the North for most of your life, you thought you knew what cold was; but Winterfell wasn’t nearly as frigid as it was beyond. The ride to the wall, with winter’s doom on the horizon, was brutal. Since you had escaped the clutches of House Bolton, freeing Sansa from Ramsay’s evil ways, you expected everything forward to be easy. You were wrong.

You looked over at Sansa who was riding on her own white mare. Her face was grim, her jaw slightly shaking. Your heart broke at the sight; your lady, your friend, had been through too much for one day. Gently hitting your foot in the leg of your horse, you went to the front near Brienne. Her face was as equally hard, but with purpose. She wanted to protect Sansa as much as you did.

“Brienne,” you said, catching the warrior’s attention. Her light hair fell around her forehead as her gaze met yours. “I think it’d be best for Lady Sansa to rest. Today has been extremely difficult for her and she’s probably fatigued.” Brienne seemed to understand, gnawing on her bottom lip in thought.

“If Lady Sansa wants to stop and rest, we will stop and rest.” You nodded, letting your horse slow back to into pace with Sansa. Dark circles were under her eyes, her skin lacking it’s porcelain look. She needed to rest, even if it was for just a little while.

“My lady,” you said, getting her attention, “if I may suggest, you should rest for a bit.” Her blue eyes brightened slightly, persistence in her expression.

“Castle Black is less than a day’s ride ahead. Stopping now would only waste-” she coughed before she could finish her thought. You gave her a concerned look and your friend seemed to be won over. “Alright Y/N, but only if you ride ahead and tell Jon we are close by. He doesn’t like surprises, but you know that.” You nodded, your mind drifting to thoughts of Jon Snow. He was a close friend, since you had lived in Winterfell. You’d sit by him at feasts when Lady Catelyn wouldn’t allow him to sit with his half-siblings. You longed to see him once again.

“As you wish, my Lady,” Sansa gave you a weak smile before riding up to talk with Brienne. Soon enough, the four of you stopped in a small pocket of forest. Brienne started a fire as Podrick unpacked saddle bags. You still sat on your horse, Sansa telling you the directions further to The Wall. “I will tell him you’ll be arriving in the morning,” you said and Sansa grabbed you hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you, Y/N,” she whispered and you nodded. You kicked your horse and set off at a faster pace, in the direction of Castle Black. Only having one rider, you were able to move faster without the fear of leaving someone in the snow. By the time the old castle came into view, your stallion was near breathless, it’s lungs heaving. You hopped off your horse, leading it to the gates. Soon a horn sounded, a man appearing at the ranks above the entrance.

“State your business!” The man yelled and you stepped forward.

“I come on behalf of Lady Sansa Stark, I wish to speak with Lord Commander Jon Snow.” The man took a step back, looking back over at another Brother of the Night’s Watch. The other man shrugged and yelled to open the gates. When you stepped inside, the men in the yard had their eyes glued on you. A taller, grey-haired man squinted at you; but before he could approach, someone grabbed your arm.

“You wanted to see Jon?” You nodded at the man. He had longer brown hair and a pointed nose that made him almost bird like. “He’s up there, we gotta be quiet though.” You raised your eyebrows, trying to pull your arm free. The man met your eye then, his gaze serious yet trusting. “Please, if you want to see him, don’t talk.”

He lead you up some stairs and as he did, you glanced down at the crowd below. The tall man was seemingly puzzled, looking down at a part of blood soaked snow and a sign that read ‘TRAITOR’ stuck in the ground.

“What happened?” you asked the man, but he only frowned. You were soon in one of the hallways of Castle Black, before the man knocked on the door in a specific pattern. He looked back down the hall, making sure no one was nearby. He knocked once more and the door opened it. A balding man with a near white beard opened the door.

“I thought you were going to get-” the man looked at you and stopped. “Edd, who is this?” The man holding your arm, Edd, let go of you and looked at the man.

“She speaks on behalf of Sansa Stark, Jon’s half sister. She’s lookin’ for Jon,” he added sadly. You glanced at Edd, noticing a frown. The man, still half hidden behind the door nodded. He opened the door, letting you enter.

“I’m Ser Davos, my lady,” he said, introducing himself. “I fear that your tidings have come too late.” He lead you inside the room, leaving Edd in the doorway. Your brows were furrowed as Davos showed you in; but you soon saw the source of the men’s sadness.

Jon’s pale body was laid on a wooden table and as you grew closer, his condition became more apparent. Tears welled in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks. Your shaking hands reached out to his arm, grabbing a hold on his cold hand. The chill sent shivers down your spine. He was dead cold, eyes shut in an internal sleep.

“W-What happened?” You choked out, your eyes never leaving Jon’s lifeless features. Ser Davos didn’t even have to speak, for your eyes landed on the stab wounds in his chest. The scene from outside danced in your mind; the men staring at the blood-soaked snow.

“There was a mutiny,” Edd said from the doorway, “lead by Alliser Thorne.” You let more tears fall from your eyes, an audible cry escaping your throat. You heard footsteps and left a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“I had my priestess companion perform a ceremony, tried to bring him back.” You turned to face the man at this, hope piercing your heart. “Nothing has changed quite yet. Edd is going to find Jon’s wildling friends, to avenge him. And if he does come back,” he said hopefully, “fight with him.” You looked back at Jon, moving your hand to his face.

Even in death, his handsome features remained. It had been years since you had seen him, but your feelings hadn’t changed. Your heart ached with those same feelings in that moment, but they turned sour; expired hope rotting away.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, why did Lady Sansa send a handmaiden?” You swallowed hard, hoping to get some words out but nothing came. Ser Davos sighed, but understood your silence. “You cared for him?” You nodded at this, trying to find the right words.

“He was my friend, as close as Lady Sansa,” you whispered. “I have admired him ever since I met him, loved him a moment after that.” You felt a sob shake through your body at your confession. Peeling your eyes away from Jon’s face for a moment, you found a stool to sit on. You sat, still close to his body. “Lady Sansa rides here tomorrow, a little after dawn,” you managed to say. Davos nodded, moving away from you to give you space with the dead. He walked over to a woman, dressed in red, whispering an explanation.

Your hands rested against the tabletop, as you looked at Jon. Every memory flooding back to you, every moment you spent with him. Your House fostered you to the Starks to be Sansa’s handmaiden on the young lady’s seventh nameday. You had been anxious about the Stark family, worried they wouldn’t like you. It was Jon you first met. Though not a true Stark, you knew if the family was anything like him, you’d get along just fine.

Jon had always been kind to you, and you to him. When times rolled around where you missed your family, Jon came to and reminded you that you had  a new one.

“You’ll always be welcome here,” he had said, “we all love you.” You had hoped he’d take it a step further, telling you that he loved you a little more; but he didn’t. Although there were times when Jon showed his affection towards you. Once, he even got into a fight for you. Theon Greyjoy wouldn’t leave you alone so Jon punched him square in the jaw.

“I didn’t like the way he was talking to you,” he had said as you cleaned up his knuckles. “He deserved it, for treating you like that. You’re a lady and should be treated with respect.” You had stopped working, looking up into his eyes. That was the moment you almost said it. Where you almost told Jon Snow that you loved him.

“Thank you, Jon,” was all that you had said. After that, you couldn’t help but look at him differently. At feasts, you’d been found beside him, sitting as close to he as his little-

You looked around the room then, your movements sudden. You nearly stood up, but then you saw the familiar white fur of Jon’s direwolf. Ghost’s red eyes were on you, as if the large creature recognized you. You reached out and the wolf stood, trodding towards you.

“I missed you, you beast. Look how you’ve grown.” Ghost let out a huff, nuzzling your hand with his snout. You looked from Ghost to Jon, wondering if the wolf knew his partner was gone. In a way, he did. As you petted him, Ghost looked over at Jon and so did you. “I miss him too,” you whispered and Ghost let out another soft sound.

Your mind traveled back to the night Jon left. It sparked when Sansa was going on about Joffrey and how badly she wanted to marry him. It was endearing the way she spoke of him and you couldn’t help but realize that you left the same way about Jon.

“He’s good looking and a prince! What more could a young girl want, right Y/N?” You looked at her, letting your hands fall from her hair which you had been tidying up.

“A man that is kind, good, and brave. That is what every girl should want.” Sansa nodded, going on about the King’s son. She mentioned how excited she was to be leaving in the morning, off to King’s Landing. You realized then, your time was limited when it came to confessing to Jon. “Lady Sansa, may I be excused for a moment?” The girl let you go, and you trailed to Jon’s small room. As you grew closer to the door, you saw Benjen Stark leave his quarters. You turned to face the wall, looking at an antler that had been hung on the wall.

“We leave at dawn, nephew. I will see you then.” You looked over and had seen the man, that had said goodbye to his nephew, as he walked down the opposite end of the hall. You rushed over to Jon’s room before he could shut the door. The young man had seemed shocked at your sudden appearance.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” You had just shrugged a little, still trying to catch your breath. Jon had chuckled then before he gently grabbed your hand a pulled you inside.

“I have something to tell you,” you both had said at the same time. You remembered this moment, far more clear than the rest.

“You go first, my lady,” Jon said, but you shook your head.

“I think you should first,” you said, letting your nerves get the better of you. Jon smiled, but took the chance to speak.

“I’m heading off to the Night’s Watch in the morning.” Your breath caught, looking into Jon’s face. He must’ve noticed your sadness in that moment, because he had stepped closer to you, extending an arm. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you had said, even though you weren’t. You were heartbroken. “I’m happy that your Uncle is letting you join The Watch. You’ve mentioned that you wanted to before.” You had thought he was only joking, but apparently you were mistaken.

“Yeah, it’s going to be interesting to say the least. I’m going to miss everyone; Robb, Arya, Rickon,” you swallowed hard, wondering he was going to say your name amongst his family’s. “And you, especially you,” you had given him a weak smile.

“I’ll miss you too, Jon.” You said quietly wishing you had gone first. He smiled, a true smile that you had only seen on rare occasions. You couldn’t stand to be alone with him, your impending tears starting in your eyes. “Well, I told Sansa I wouldn’t be long,” you lied; but Jon grabbed your hand. You had looked back into his brown eyes in that moment, holding his gaze.

“What did you want to say?” You shook your head and pulled your arm free.

“It was nothing,” you had said, “I’ll tell you in the morning if I get the chance.” With that, you had walked out of Jon’s room for the last time. The next morning, you didn’t tell him, you simply waved a sweet goodbye as he walked out of Winterfell.

Oh how you wished you had told him, because now it was far too late. Your eyes landed on his cold features, hoping beyond hope his eyes would open. You leaned forwards slightly, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

“It wasn’t nothing,” you whispered, “I was going to tell you how I loved you. I love you, Jon Snow.” More tears spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision. Your head throbbed from crying at that point, till your felt dizzy. Your rested your head against your hands that were on the table. Before you could shed another tear, you drifted off into a dark sleep.

You woke with a jolt, trying to remember where you were. Though, you soon remembered when you gaze landed on Jon’s body. You let out a shaky breath, sitting up from your seat. Ser Davos still lingered in the room, with the red woman from the hours before. You couldn’t tell what time of day it was as you got up on shaky legs. Ghost was laying beside you, his red eyes peering up at you. You couldn’t imagine how you must look; your head still felt heavy and your eyes were probably a lighter shades than the direwolf’s.

“Ser Davos, what time is-” you were cut off by a loud gasp. You spun on your heels, staring at Jon’s now heaving chest. His pale skin seemed to flush back to life, his eyes open wide in fear. Darting over, you grabbed a cloak from off a different table. By the time you had turned back around, Jon was sitting up. He was shaking, looking at his own extended hands and his wounded chest. You felt new, different tears form in your eyes.

“What,” he voice was hoarse, “what happened.” He looked up then, his wide eyes landing on you. His brows furrowed, his mouth falling open slightly. “Y/N,” his voice trailed off, but you nodded. You walked back over to him, wrapping the cloak over his shoulders. He pulled it over himself, hiding his body as much as he could. He leaned close to you, resting his shoulder to your chest. You rubbed your hand over his covered back comfortingly.

“I’m here,” you whispered, “and so are you. You’re back, Jon.” He looked back up at you, his brown eyes still wide with shock. You free hand went to the side of his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered, feeling the tears fall from your eyes.

“I missed you too,” he said lowly, his voice still weak. By now, Ser Davos and his red lady were staring at you and Jon, their eyes wide. You looked form them, back at Jon, wondering what the priestess had done to bring him back.

“What did you see?” The woman hissed, bringing Jon’s attention away from you. With his breathing still heavy and his eyes still wide, he shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, “there was nothing.” Your arm tightened around him that was on Jon’s back. He looked back up at you, his gaze weary. “There was nothing, Y/N,” you gave him a hard frown before hugging him close. Ser Davos watched as Melisandre stormed away, following after her in worry of what she would do.

You held Jon until he moved away a little, looking into your face. You held his gaze, flashing back to the night he left. Everything that you didn’t say lingered on your tongue, begging for you to take you chance because, Seven Hells, he came back from the dead!

“Jon,” you whispered, lightly brushing a few dark strands from his face, “I never told you what I wanted to tell you.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards a little, making your heart flutter. He grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze to silently urge you on. “I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone else.”

Despite the fear that still lingered behind his eyes, his expression changed. Jon let out a breathy chuckle, entangling your fingers with his. “It took me coming back from death for you to finally say that,” he said with a soft smile. You smiled nervously, not knowing how to take his response. “The day I left I wanted to turn around,” he said, “run back to you and tell you that I never would leave you. Tell you that I loved you, that I still love you.” His thumb traced over your hand, making your own hand seem much smaller.

You leaned down to him, pressing a kiss to cheek, “I’ve waited so long. I thought I’d never, never get the chance to tell you.” Jon shook his head, his free hand covering himself a little more with his cloak. You smiled sadly at him as he brought your hand to his lips. He pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and you closed your eyes at the touch.

“I’d never leave without telling you,” he whispered, “not after the first time.” Your eyes opened again, meeting his gaze once more. “I’d hug you,” he said, “but…” He gestured to himself with his head and you let out a soft laugh. You walked over to a dresser in Jon’s room, grabbing a set of armor and clothes for him.

“You should get dressed,” you said, setting the clothes down beside him. He looked up at you, flinching as he moved. “Not just because you want a hug,” you teased, “ your sister will be arriving soon.” He lifted his head, meeting your gaze.

“Sansa?” You nodded and he smiled. “Have you heard from anyone else? Arya? Rickon?” You frowned and shook your head.

“No, I was with Sansa for it all.” Jon nodded, slowly standing with the cloak still covering him. “I’ll let you get changed,” you said, turning around to find Ser Davos. The energy had changed now, with Jon’s return. Knowing that you weren’t too late after all, filled you with hope. Maybe you’d soon hear from the rest of the Starks. With Jon back by your side, anything felt possible.


Hanbin x reader

Angst + Happy end. (I was going to write an angsty ending to this but I couldn’t bring myself to do it haha)

Warning: F-bombs, alcohol abuse.


Standing in front of the brightly lit YG building, you take solace in the biting cold that came with the changing season. Unlike the fiery heat of summer that burn everything in its sight, the cold is comforting and peaceful…Almost healing. Smiling up at your only night time companion for the last month and some days, your spirit lifted to see the man in the moon’s silver glow so brilliantly fighting the pollution of man-made light that drowns out even the most spectacular stars. As good of a friend as he is, now and then the moon leave you in darkness, taking his soothing light with him. During those nights, you learned to make friend to fill the empty void. Trudging over toward the gate, you bow to the familiar wrinkled face of the night guard. He’s always chipper despite the late hours. His high spirit and humor lull your desperation for daily human contacts to sleep; real genuine contacts, not the bullshit passing by greeting you get from work. Sure you have friends but with the high strung life of a twenty something in a big city, a few hours couple time a week is the most any of you can put out. During those hours, the sorrows melt away and nothing exist but laughter. The moment you step away from the radiance of friendship, the shadow of loneliness steps out from its hiding place.

Maybe I should just move in with the girls…

 Shaking back to reality, your heart warms up a little at the still smiling uncle. You had actually gotten quite close to the him from all your trips to your boyfriend’s work. 

- “Back again so soon? What’d you bring him today?”

- “Just some soup and sides. It’s getting cold so i thought soup will warm him up. I brought you some snack, that should help you pass the time” Smiling as he let you through.

- “Always so thoughtful. Thank you.”

The main reason why you brave the late night so often is so your boyfriend wouldn’t starve himself to death in the recording studio. You know full well what getting into a relationship with an idol means. There’s no need to describe it to anyone. The moment your friends learn about the occupation of your other half, they just sigh a sympathetic wish of luck. It’s rough indeed but you never did care. You know the late hours and the constant absences from home were all for the sake of achieving his dream. Who are you to stop someone you love so much from doing so especially when you never completed yours. The best you can do is support and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in the process. Without thinking too much, your feet take you down a habitual path to the overworked boy. Knocking to make sure it was okay to enter, you’re hoping his mood isn’t too dampen by the weather today. After a few moments, the door creaks open and a tired bare faced Hanbin greets you. Greets, if that’s even the term to describe the situation. Barely even smile at the sight of his own girlfriend, the exhausted boy whispers a simple “hey” before turning back his work station.

I guess he’s in a bad mood today.

Bad mood or not, your aching soul yearns and screams for him so loudly that just seeing his face is enough to subdue its agony. Another reason why it doesn’t matter how treacherous the trip is, the end destination is always worth it. Taking the hint, this was no time to be a clingy girlfriend no matter how much your heart ache for just 1% of his attention. Quietly walking in, you set the food down on the coffee table nearby and find yourself slumping onto the couch. The sight of his hunched back, hand on his forehead rubbing it frustratingly crushes your heart. It’s always tough seeing him working so hard without resting. He’s always so rough on himself when the drying ink refuses portrays the vivid scenes in his mind correctly. God, what you’d give to have a glimpse into that wonderful mind. Despite the turmoil inside his brain, you can’t help but be mesmerize by the burning intensity yet tranquil scene of him hard at work. His face still graceful under the furrowed, vexed brows. Pillowy full lips mouthing out fleeting silent words that either get written down with a nod of approval or dissipate into thin air with a shake of rejection. While the dominant hand busily jotting down notes, the left hand travels all around, sometimes quietly tapping the desk, sometimes propping his weary head up. Your eyes trace every muscle, every vein, down to the two rings on the vena amoris finger. Two rings, one for you and one for the boys. You close your eyes and let your hand remember the feeling of his large hand interlacing yours so tightly every time you guys walk together. After another 5 minutes of waiting, your worn out mind decides it was time to leave. Obviously you’re not getting any time with him today. Shuffle over to the row of machines, you place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly hoping to ease some of his stress. You’re glad to see his shoulders relax, head leans back onto the chair letting you know it was okay to continue. This was the first time you touch him in almost a week. You hands drown themselves in the smooth milky skin of his slender neck, the strong shoulders and sharp collar bones. After a few minutes, you timidly say your goodbye.

- “I’m kinda tired tonight so i’m gonna head home. I didn’t take the car so it’ll take me awhile to get back too. Make sure you eat, I don’t want you to faint from overworking. I packed extra for the boys too so give it to them when you go home okay?”

Not even turning around, he breathes out something so low your ears barely register it.

- “Not my fault you love the cold so much you insisted on walking here…”

Solemnity fills the air and stark silence drowns out even the white noise. He spins his chair around to check out what was going on. A a cloud of awkwardness fills the air, so thick that you almost couldn’t breathe. Hadn’t fully intending for you to hear what he just said, he looks slightly fluster that you’re standing there looking like a deer in headlights. He tries to explain but you smile weakly and tell him not to worry.

- “I know i should’ve taken the car but i love the cold. Just make sure you eat… I’ll see you tomorrow night. Let me know what you want to eat.”

Not even bother to ask for a hug or a kiss goodbye, you quietly exit the room. Just before you reach the door, it suddenly swings open. A girl bordering her 20th year runs in exclaiming his name excitingly, ignoring your presence. She’s like a breath of fresh air pouring into the stuffy room and the atmosphere suddenly lights up. Hanbin had told you countless time about Soeun , the baby of YG entertainment. Even though she’s young, she’s beyond talented and beautiful. Favorite in everyone’s eyes, she pretty much could probably get away with murder. You’re not really a jealous or possessive girlfriend but what you witness next is heart wrenching. The charming, dimple inducing smile that you long for manifest itself on your boyfriend’s face the moment he sees the girl. Yet here you were, the girl he swore his life to couldn’t even get a genuine farewell from him. You excuse yourself from bothering the happy pair and soundlessly shutting the door behind you. Lately this has been the routine. Most of his time is spent in the studio. When he visit, it wasn’t the same anymore. It’s almost tedious, like a chore. His effortless laughter that used to chase yours around the apartment were gone. All the activities were done in silent, not the content kind but the deafening kind. The rare days he did sleep over, you’d jolted awake at 3AM to find an empty cold bed. Countless night you sit in a lonely bed staring at the moon, knees to your chest just imagining the warm unattainable sight of waking up to his raspy morning voice and crazy bedhead. You never did mind him not coming home when the relationship was in bloom. You didn’t because when he was home, there was endless cuddles. His arms never leave your body and his attention was all on you. You’d laugh and smile for absolutely no reason. When he has to leave for extended period of times or stay at dorm, your phone would be flooded with endless texts and picture updates. Sometimes you’d wake up to find cute little recording of him chatting about nonsense or just saying he misses you waiting in your phone. Even when he had to work late, you’d be working on the couch right beside him. As busy as work gets, just knowing that the other person was right there is enough. Lately, you two might as well be stranger. Your phone rarely ring with texts from him. If anything, it’s mostly the other boys updating you. It was getting harder and harder to accept this life you’ve chosen so confidently almost 2 years ago. The relationship feels like the fading shade of an unwanted rose, left to soften and waste away. If only there was something to quench its thirst… Going home seems kind of pointless at this point so you choose to wander around the city, keeping the darkening cold as your company.

After another hour of scribbling away on his note pad, the boy spins his chair around the empty room in frustration. Something in the corner catches his eyes, the neatly stacked boxes that his girlfriend had left for him. Saunters over to the small table, he picks up a sticky note with some cute doodle and a neatly written sentence telling him to eat well. Sinking himself onto the soft couch where she was a few hours ago, he begins to go through the stack. Each and every box packed with the food she knows he enjoys greatly. On the biggest box was another sticky note, he carefully peels it off to examine.

- “Babe, it’s getting really cold… I thought some soup would be fitting with the weather.  Are you taking care of yourself? Don’t forget your jacket, you’re so forgetful sometimes when you’re busy. Don’t worry about me, it’s a little cold here without you but as long as you’re well, I’m well. I miss you. Love you lots.”

 A small but heartfelt smile creeps onto his weary face. 

Maybe it’s time to go home.

Pressing on his phone, the digital clock highlighted 1:35 above a moment frozen in time of his girlfriend sitting by the river under the cherry blossom trees. She looks like a goddess laughing so carefree under the sun shinning brightly behind her, flushed pink petals dancing all around the air.  It was taken on their last picnic trip so many months ago. Thumb running over the part of the screen that show her face, he misses her so much a physical soreness pierces his chest. 

I need to take her out on a date soon… I can’t believe we haven’t gone anywhere in so long. I bet she’d like that. Hopefully there’s time for a short vacation closer to Christmas. That girl love Christmas way too much it’s a little worrisome.

A small chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of the little quirks and habits that make her so HER. Packing everything away, his feet couldn’t possibly move faster toward the direction of her apartment. They had agreed to use it as their makeshift love nest for the time being. The dorm is too crowded to have any time alone. When the boys aren’t teasing them, they take her attention away from him and he didn’t like that. He has so little time with her and no one can get in the way. 

- “Just you wait, baby. Some day I’ll have a big house and I’ll ask you to move in with me. We’ll go grocery shopping together, we’ll pick out furnitures together, we can cook together. Well you cook and I’ll supervise the taste. We can get a dog, or maybe 3, maybe cats too…”

- “And a bunny, I like bunny.” 

- “You want me to ask Jiwon to move in with us?”

- “NOOOO, not him bunny… an actual small fluffy cottontail bunny. Jiwon is like a weird, jacked up, too hyper, crazy bunny that eat too much. I don’t know if I can stand him 24/7. we’d both go bankrupt trying to feed him.″

- “Oh okay, we can get a bunny. Phew, for a moment there I thought I couldn’t keep you satisfy so we need to bring Jiwon in.”

- “Yah! you dirty bastard. Where’s your mind going huh? I know you have a side thing with the crazy bunny when I’m not around but do I really need to hear about it?”

Her sweet laughter fills his brain as he replays the memory of the night he knew she’d be someone he can spend his life with. The night she crawled into his lap and told him she decided to move out from the old place she was sharing with her best friend. All for the sake of giving him some privacy when he needs her for his own. The air is so crisp and the night so clear. His happiness from knowing when he reaches his destination, she’ll be there waiting with an open arms illuminate the dark sidewalk. He couldn’t wait to get home and pulls her into his arms. Then he can enjoy the food she slaved for hours to make him while listening to her talk just as they used to do. He knows she’s tired from work too but his health is always top priority for her. She always make sure he’s in top shape and he loves her for it. Carefully entering the apartment, he notices the dark void from the crack under her bedroom’s door. His plan changes to just jumping straight into bed and soaks in her warmth. Food can wait till tomorrow, snuggling up to her seems like a better idea. However, what he found is unsettling in the worst way. A neatly made bed gleams under the moon light and a complete lacks of his love.

Where could she be at this hour… She left so long ago. What if something happened? Damn it, I shouldn’t have let her leave like that. She said she was tired and I just let her walk out like that. Why didn’t I just ask for a car to take her home. Shit. 

Trepidation increases by the second, he furiously taps at his phone in hope of reaching her only to find the familiar ringtone in the next room. Sitting in one place isn’t his style so out the door he went. Not even sure where he’s running to, he just runs. He just needs to see her face. He needs to know she’s okay. His mind screams for her hoping she’d somehow senses that he needs her, wherever she is. His brain conjuring up the worst possible images in his head as distress conceals his every steps. Ignoring the crushing pain in his chest from running so hard, he just runs. After a few blocks, a sight that was like an arrow through his heart comes into view. Police cars and ambulances surrounding a scene of an accident. Muttering “no” repeatedly to himself, he runs as fast as his spent legs could carry him. His mind races 100 miles a second, reasoning to himself that it can’t be her laying there in the middle of the wreckage. Ignoring the instruction of the polices, all he could think of was pushing pass the barricade to see the victims. After a few minute of futile fighting and yelling, a hand grabs him from behind. Shoving it away, he was prepared to fight whoever it was that stopped him from getting his answers. His tantrum only ceases to exist when a warm smile reaches his eyes. It was the owner of the restaurant they used to go on date nights almost every week. It was only then he realizes where he is.

- “Ahjussi, I can’t find her. I’m going crazy here, what if that’s her. I came home and she wasn’t home and i went to find her but i can’t. she doesn’t even have her phone on her….”

He frantically waves his arms around and finally let all his worries manifest. Hands shoving through his hair harshly, panic engulfs his whole being as he paces back and forth.

- “ Hanbin, calm down. That’s not her. Hey! look at me. Listen, that’s not her. She went home, I saw her walked home before the accident happened. Go home and check. She said she was going home.”

The boy’s mind finally eases as he thanks the old man before running off into the neon lit street once again. Rushing into the apartment, he desperately searches for any sign that she made it home. 

Wait, that jacket wasn’t there before, was it? Was that what she was wearing? Damn it Hanbin, you can’t even remember what she wore? How fucked up can you be. She spent her time and energy to see you and you can’t even remember what she wore. 

All of his work seems so insignificant now as compare to a few hours ago when she was waiting so patiently for him in the studio. Why didn’t he just pay a little more attention to her when she was there. He’s so mad at himself that he didn’t think about the glass clinking in the kitchen. Hasten into the kitchen, his lungs finally functioning again seeing his heart and soul leaning onto the kitchen counter with a glass in her hand.

Wait, why is she drinking?

After a long walk, your aching body longs for the warmth of home. The cold isn’t so comforting when it matches the tone of your own heart. The clarity of the cold air seems to does wonder as decision were made… Good or bad, only time can tells. Walking by the restaurant that once were yours and his second home, you sigh in sadness. Just then the owner stumbles out of the door. Haven’t seen him in so long, you call out to the old man to wish him goodnight. 

- “I haven’t seen you and Hanbin in so long… We miss you guys.”

- “He’s been really busy with work so we haven’t had much time lately.”

- “Well, come by soon okay? I’ll give you guys discount.”

- “I will, once he finishes with the album. I’ll buy all of the food you can make.”

You wave goodbye and head home. Once there, all the tiredness seems to dissipates and desolation in its place. You carelessly throw your jacket onto the floor knowing he’s not coming home anytime soon. You strip down into just your undergarments. Away from the constricting clothes that was slightly dampen from the powdery rain, strewing them messily along your path . What’s the point of cleaning up anyways, nobody will see. Everything in this home reminds you of what thing could be… No, what things should be.

I need a drink…

Could be, should be, whatever. It’s too much for your feeble heart right now. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you hope alcohol would bring you the sleep you desire, or at least makes home less suffocating. You’re distracted but not so much that you didn’t notice the untouched packed meal you left at the studio had somehow made it home.

Who fucking care anyways…

 As you down shots after shots, you were feeling much better mentally. Physically, not so much as you lean onto the counter to support your weight. The view of a handsome panting boy tottering into the kitchen snaps you out of your trance. At the sight of your almost naked body, he stop dead in his track and just stare blankly. You put your shirts on then call out to him. 

- “What the hell are you doing here?”

Not even acknowledging your question, he just sigh loudly and overwhelms your body with a big hug. Ignoring his touch, you pour yourself another shot before his hands force you to stop. Turning you around to face him, his concerning expression worries you a little but all your senses are too numb to care. 

- “I got worried when i got home and you weren’t here. Then there was the accident down the street. For a moment i thought i lost you. Thank god you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do if i lose you.” hand stroking your cheek tenderly, a burning kiss sears your forehead.

- “It seems like you’re doing fine without me.” 

You scoff coldly before pushing him off. Bottle in hand, you make your way toward the living room and drop onto the couch. You barely got another swig in before he forcefully rips the bottle from your hand.

- “What the fuck are you doing?”

- “What do you mean i’m doing fine without you? and since when did you binge drinking like this?”

- “If you pay a lil more attention maybe you’d know when. Give me the bottle.” 

You slur at him before trying to get your poison back. Pushing you back onto the couch, he walks back into the kitchen and empty the bottle. Back in the living room, he takes a seat next to you but you scoot away to the opposite end of the couch but he’s faster. He pulls you into another tight hug placing quick kisses on your hair and cheek. 

- “Look, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately but please talk to me before killing yourself with alcohol.”

- “haven’t been the best boyfriend?” a mirthless chuckle slips out of your throat  “You must be joking. Hanbin, you haven’t been my boyfriend at all lately. I don’t think you have the right to barge in here and demanding a talk.”

- “I know I…”

- “I think we should break up. I’m moving back in with the girls.” 

Feeling brave from the drinks, you cut him off before he could say anything else. It catches him completely off guard as he stammers in confusion about what he just heard. His arms fall away from your body and you take the chance to put some distance in between.

- “Just so you know, i’m not doing this because of your crazy work hours or your job. Your job and your passion isn’t what’s wrong with this relationship. Those qualities were partly why i fell in love with you in the first place. So don’t be going around telling people i dumped you because we grew apart from your busy schedule or whatever bullshit excuse you celebrities use when tabloids digs for answer. It’s the fact that you don’t give a shit.” Your mind starts spinning slightly. Shaking your head to regain focus, you continue.

- “I was perfectly happy with just seeing you at the studio or communicate through the phone. I really was and you know what, just knowing you thought about me every waking seconds was enough to keep my heart lit. Everything was bearable because I have you. Lately, you’ve been such an asshole that I can’t deal with it anymore.”

- “Baby, please. Don’t do this. I know I’m wrong…” misery spills out from his frowning lips.

- “Do you tho? do you really? do you? Cause i don’t think you do.” anguish pulls you into its cold embrace.

He just sits and stares at the unraveling drunken mess that you are, waiting for another outburst.

- “ You don’t so I’ll tell you. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t even touch anymore for God’s sake. You’re like this ice cold king that my peasant self can’t reach. The moment a rough patch hit, you retreat and run away. No matter how much i chase, i can never catch up. Why should I bother chasing you anymore if you don’t want to be caught. Why do I even waste time cooking for someone that doesn’t even care to eat. Why’d you bring it home for, just throw the food away. it’s not like my time worth anything to you anyways. I care for you but all my effort just get rejected. You know how much that hurt? You wanna know what done me in tonight? My boyfriend, the love of my life, the light of my day couldn’t even spare me a smirk. Then some girl burst in like an annoying, icky ball of sunshine and he smiles like he just won the lottery. Every night i come to drop you food, you act like i’m forcing you into doing chores. the reason why I still come even though you barely even notice me is because at least I feel like I’m still doing you some good… Making sure you’re healthy, the least I could do.” You let out a bitter laugh. “It’s funny really, I guess i’m like a depressing blackhole that suck all your happiness away like a dementor. Oh and what was that reaction just now huh? Is my body that disgusting to you that you lost all your thought? Is that why you stop fucking me? Don’t even try to play it off as you were aroused because i know those eyes. Those are not the I’m-attracted-to-you eyes. Well I’m sorry i don’t have a whole team of stylists looking after every details of my body like someone else. You know, if I bored you so much that you’d come home to sleep for 2 hours before heading back to the studio again then I apologize. Really, I am sorry. I guess i don’t have that wow factor, that.. that spunk that the new girl got to keep you hanging around. But who careee… You’re free to go fuck whoever you want now. Just don’t let the door hit you on your way out yea?”

You’re not even sure what you’re talking about anymore. The slumber was getting stronger and your impaired brain isn’t making much sense. The image of him in front of you now looks more like a Picasso painting than a person. Everything is so blurry. You can feel all your senses dimming out as the darkness closing in. Hanbin didn’t say much, he just sits. It wasn’t long before you hit the couch and snore the sleepiness away. 

Staring at his sleeping beauty on the couch, he couldn’t feel any less like  prince charming than he does now. The boy couldn’t fathom what pain she went through before ending up at this point. He blames himself for every bit of her anger, her sadness, and her pain. He vowed to take care of her the day she say yes to being his but now it was the opposite. She took care of him and he took her for granted. His tears doesn’t even compare to hers. She sheds her alone, without anyone to see. Moving closer to his girlfriend, her body seems so fragile, much more than usual. His eyes caresses her body from head to toes before racing back at the bare, void of the sun’s touch spot on her ring finger. She had taken the ring she loves so dearly off and he was too caught up in his own life to notice. A sharp pain penetrate his chest as he exhales slowly, murmuring a low “I’m so sorry, baby” to her. Petting her hair, he places a kiss onto her temple, then her lips in fear he may no longer be able to do so once she’s awake. Just then a sweet voice sounds out. This wasn’t the stern slurring he endured the last 10 minutes. This was something he failed once again to notice that had been absent from her for so long. Recently, her voice took on a somber note, almost desperate. All she wanted is a warm reply from him but he denies her the satisfaction.

- “Stop it! I have a boyfriend.” her hand moves to swat his face away.

Surprise at her reaction, he moves her long and soft hair out of her face for a closer look.  Fast asleep, serene graces her face. Her expression soft and innocent, unlike the hurt and tired face that greeted him not too long ago. 

She’s so beautiful. I really haven’t just look at her in so long…

Staring at his girlfriend is something he used to do so often. He likes to just watch her go about her business. She does everything with such an admirable ease. No effort was ever needed for her to be beautiful or confident. She just is. He settles another kiss onto her pink cheek. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he attempts to move her to the bed before she speaks out again.

- “Hey, i told you. I have a boyfriend. If you don’t listen I’m gonna have to call him.”

Even in her intoxicated state she’s protective of their relationship. A hot tear streams down his face. How could he lets this gone so far. What if she never going to forgive his mistakes. Ignoring her sleepy antic, he carries her away to the bed.

- “My boyfriend is really strong you know. He’ll beat you up.”

- “Is that so?”

The boy whispers back, not anticipating an answer. He just wants to feel the warmth of having a conversation even if she’s not going to answer.

- “Yea! he’s really hot too. but i don’t care about that. i didn’t fall in love with him because of his money or look. Even if he’s bald and old and wrinkly, i’ll still love him.”

Startle at her replies, he becomes aware that he has never seen her drunk. She’s always the one taking care of him when he’s drunk because he can’t hold his liquor even if his life depends on it. This talking habit is completely new to him. Torn between letting her rest or letting the conversation continues, he sets her down on the bed and pull a blanket over her bare legs. She didn’t even bother putting on pants, just her shirt. Laying down next to her, he decided to let her sleep but goes against his decision only mere seconds later. He misses talking to her too much. He misses her voice even more… he just misses her. They could talk for hours about absolutely nothing but lately, no words seems to be found.

- “Tell me more about your boyfriend.”

He tests the water, waiting patiently, hoping she’ll reply.

- “Yea, my B.I oppa is so cool. He’s really good at rapping and everybody loves him. Lots of girls like B.I but I like Hanbin oppa more. He’s funny and caring. Shhh, don’t let him know i like calling him oppa.”

- “Really? Okay, it’ll be our secret. Is he that cool though?” he chuckles at her cute words about him.

- “He’s a really awesome. I’d die before i let him go, I don’t think he even know how much i love him. Mr. bartender, you’re so nosy. Are you trying to steal him? He’s mine you know, you can’t have him.”

- “You love him that much?”

- “Yea… but he hates me though. He doesn’t want to spend time with me anymore.”

- “That’s not true…” he protests at her words, heart sinks at the word “hate”

- “he’s cold… i can feel him slipping away so i’ll just be a good girl and let him go. I just want him to be happy.”

The boy can no longer hold back the sorrow as his tear streams freely. Has he been that careless that his love for her turns into hatred.  Bending down to kiss her, all he can think of is how to protect her and fix everything.

- “I promise you, I’ll make everything better.”

Silence returns to the shared bed as she finally falls into deep sleep. He lays down and pulls her into his arms. Naturally, she presses her face onto his chest and arm fasten around his torso. Another kiss on her hair before he closes his eyes for some much overdue sleep. A much needed cuddle from his energy source.

You finally awaken as the pestering sun hit you squarely in the eyes. Cursing at yourself for not closing the curtain before going to sleep last night, you realize someone is holding your shoulder tightly. Opening your eyes as you jerk your head up out of the pillow. The arm only tighten its hold even more as you hear a comforting raspy morning voice you haven’t heard in a long time.

- “Baby, 10 more minutes. Why are you getting up so early?” he whines.

Too stun to process the situation, you freeze on the spot. Sensing you’re not laying back down, he reaches his other arm over and flip you into spooning position. Snuggling his face into your neck, he takes in a long whiff.

- “Hmm, i miss this scent so much. Let me cuddle you for a little longer.”

Obediently laying still in his arms, you can’t deny that your heart is elated for the first time in long while. Forgetting temporary about your problems, your eyes flutter close once again to enjoy the coziness. The second awakening feels much more like the usual norm, bed empty and cold despite the sunlight dancing around on the blanket. Letting out a loud sigh, you pull yourself out of bed for a glass of water. 

Why the fuck did I drink so much for someone that can’t even bother to stay…

Your thought snips short by the sound of water running. Stumbling into the kitchen, you see your small frilly pink apron barely cover the broad shouldered tall boy that is now frantically trying to stir something in the pan. Your eyes cock up in curiosity as you venture over to see. He doesn’t even notice that you’re slowly making your way over to turn off the running faucet. 

- “Shi– Baby! why are you creeping around like that. I thought my heart was gonna hop out of my chest.”

- “It’s MY apartment.” you enunciate.

- “I mean, nvm. How are you feeling? You drank so much last night i kinda got scared. I tried to make you breakfast but it didn’t quiet worked out… So i had to changed plan. I got you coconut water, it’s in the fridge”

- “Please don’t burn down my apartment.” You say coldly before turning your heels toward the fridge.

- “Go sit down, i’ll bring you your food.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, annoyed at his chirpy exterior. He has that stupid smile on his face that’s telling you there’s no fighting him. Yet there’s a most infinitesimal tinge of sadness in the corners of his slightly puffy eyes. You drag yourself over to the dinning table and sit down. You sprawl onto the table, not feeling too hot. He struggles over after another 5 minutes of pacing around the kitchen, a big bowl in his hands. He sets it in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile a bit inside at his masterpiece of what looks like a messy bibimbap. Places a kiss on your cheek before he runs off and lugs over a tray full of food for himself. 

- “Eat! I know it’s nothing compare to your cooking… I might’ve burnt the other breakfast a bit too much so i ended up making this with the left over in the fridge.” 

He chuckles nervously before digging into his own food. You’re just too focus on watching his expression as he eat.

- “Wait, is that what i brought you last night?” you say hoarsely 

- “Yea. I didn’t get a chance to eat it last night so i brought it home so we can have late dinner together. but then someone went and had liquid dinner instead.”

 - “Why are you eating old food. I’ll make you new one.” you softly sigh.

You reach over to grab his tray but he pushes your hand off.

- “No, you spent a lot of time and love on this. I have to eat it. It’s so good babe. How did you even learn to cook this well.”

Too tired to fight, you sit back in your chair and just continue watching him. Totally forgetting about your own food until he pauses the vacuum that is his mouth and stares at you.

- “Is it not edible at all? It’s okay, I’ll go buy you breakfast.”

- “No… I don’t feel like eating.”

- “That’s no no. You have to eat, is this why you’ve lost so much weight lately? You’re not even eating anymore?”

Setting his spoon down in a matter of factly, he continues to nag you about the importance of food. You can sort of see why he might be annoy at your constant badgering for him to eat. Though you never really nag him the way he nags you right now. No wonder the boys complain so often. He scoops a big spoon full and airplanes it to your mouth. 

- “Open up, if you’re not gonna eat then I have to do this. Come on.”

Grumpily, you open up your mouth after the 5th time he shoves the spoon onto your pursed lips. His lips curl into a smile again seeing you chew. He prepares another spoonful and sets it down before moving back onto his own food. Begrudgingly shove another spoon into your own mouth, your heart flutter seeing him enjoying your food so much. He sucks up all his food in matter of minutes while you took close to an hour. He drags you over to the couch and gestures for you to sit while he cleans up. Falling onto the couch with your legs still hanging off the side clutching your stomach, you got angry at yourself for drinking so much. Then you see a pair of legs move in front of you before Hanbin squat down and kisses your forehead. 

- “So, about last night… I’m not gonna give you some dumb excuse as if it’d justify my actions. There’s no excuse good enough for what i did. Just let me tell you my feeling before you make any decision. If…If after hearing my side and you still want to…”  

- “Break up?” you add in when his voice trails off, choking inside his throat.

- “Yea… that. If you still want to do that and move out then i will let you. But just know i’m not letting you off so easily. I will fight my way back into your life if that does happened.”

You stare at the sadness that’s playing around on his handsome features and nod, gesturing for him to go on.

- “I took advantage of your love for me. I thought i could take my feeling out on you and it’d be fine. You’re my girlfriend, not my therapist or my punching bag. I got so self-centered that i forgot you’re also just human, not some goddess that can wave a hand and makes the world right.”

- “Excuse you but I AM a goddess, get it right.” 

You joke, even if it came out monotonous and dry from the queasiness in your stomach. You can sense he’s punishing himself on the inside and that hurts you. Even though all morning he puts up a happy front for you, he’s dying in pain. You’ve been together long enough that it’s not hard to spot. Whenever he’s hurt, you’re hurt. You just want him to relax… partly feeling guilty for screaming words like knives at him the night before. 

- “Yes, you are.” places a kiss on your forehead. “I apologize for upsetting my beautiful goddess.”

 He smiles nervously, nerve relaxes a little as he sit down crossed legs on the floor. 

- “In all seriousness… I couldn’t take my anger out on anyone so it falls onto your lap and that’s not fair. I know we vowed to be together through thick and thin but you didn’t ask for this unfair life. I know it seemed like I was happy to see Soeun last night but in reality, I just have a certain level of professional courtesy to uphold. I couldn’t let everyone see my pain. I was helping with writing a song for her new album and it’d be bad if she goes around saying i’m grumpy all the time. It’s exhausting having to hide my feelings all the time. You’re the only one that see through it even when i smile. So i thought it was okay to lash out at you. I got too comfortable and i hurt you. I’m really sorry… I just needed someone to blame. i know last night it seemed like i didn’t want to look at you but, i got so sad and shock seeing the state i put you in. I’ve been neglecting you, neglecting us so much that i didn’t even realize. My heart hurt seeing you like that. You looked like you were upset so i didn’t want to add to your stress by calling you out for it. I know i pushed everything too far because you’ve let go of the promise i made you. I can only hope there’s some way you let me make it up to you…”

He reaches over and play with your vacant ring finger. Understanding what he mean, your hand brushes through his bang and down to his cheek, caressing the tears away. His words and emotions are so sincere you can’t stay mad at him. You weren’t really mad to begin with, just tired and wanted to be heard. His face nuzzles into your hand, turning over to place a kiss onto your palm.

- “Silly boy, i took it off to cook for you. I almost dropped it down the drain last time so I took it off yesterday to be safe. It slipped out of my hand and bounced behind the nightstand. It’s too heavy to move and you haven’t been home so…”

His eyes light up like it was Christmas and his frown quirks up into a small playful smile.  

- “So you didn’t take it off on purpose because you’re mad? Let your really strong, really hot, awesome boyfriend B.I oppa take care of that.”

- “OMG i drunk talked in my sleep didn’t I?  please forget about that.”

Running off into the bedroom, you heard a ruckus before he swiftly reappears in front of you. Sitting on the couch now, he pulls you up to sit in his lap. Large hand gently holds yours, he slips the ring back onto your finger before bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss. 

- “Don’t take it off ever again. If you damage it, we’ll get it fix. If you lose it, we’ll get a new pair. Just like how I will spend the rest of my life fixing us, making us better. Yes, I heard you talk in your sleep last night and no, i will never forget what you said. Of course I know how much you love me because I love you even more. I did forget for a moment but i remember now. If you wanna be a good girl then stay by my side. Don’t leave.” He flashes his dimple at you, smiling brightly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I lost my way, baby. But that doesn’t mean that i hate you. As long as you’re here, I will always find my way back home to you. Trust me when I say all your time and effort is not a waste. It always make my day knowing you put thought into taking care of this useless boyfriend of yours.”

You hook your arm around his neck, pulling his face onto your shoulder. He response by tighten his hold around your waist, softly sigh in satisfaction. Hands running through his hair again, you lean in for a long waited kiss. It sends a bolts of thunder down into your heart and the dark pit in your stomach disappear. Pulling away from the kiss, you stares into his eyes, forehead resting on his.

- “I love you unconditionally, Kim Hanbin. Don’t you ever forget that. If life gets too hard, just know I’m right here. You can tell me anything. Lean on me once in awhile too, I’ll always wait for you with open arms. Don’t make me chase you anymore. You saw where bottling everything up got us… I know it’s hard for you to let go and show your weak side but to me, you have no weak side. You’re the strongest person I know.”

- “I love you so much. If i ever step out of line again, beat me up. Don’t suffer on your own.”

- “I can’t, if you get hurt i get hurt too… There’s still one thing I don’t get, how come you haven’t been sleeping over lately. I miss you and your crazy bedhead.”

- “I’ve been having some problem coming up with lyrics for Soeun’s album. I couldn’t sleep lately and I know how early you have to work. I didn’t want to ruin your sleep too. I miss you so much.” 

- “Aye, haven’t you learn by now i’m a heavy sleeper? Just use me as your body pillow.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips before pulling away and rest his head on your shoulder. Snuggling up tight, arms around your waist, he makes himself as small as possible to fit into your embrace. While rubbing his back, his teasing words come back into your mind.

- “You’re never gonna forget about the ‘my boyfriend is really strong, really hot, and really awesome’ thing are you?” you lean back to look at his face.

- “Nope, call me oppa.” a mischievous grin appears as he winks.

- “Dammit”

- “Why are you acting like it’s such a chore, you said you like it. Call me oppa, or else.” 

He starts to tickle your side causing a fit of laughter to pour out. You try your best to push him off but alas, he’s still much stronger. His laughter follows the cheerful sound of your own. Both of your hearts feel so free after a long stretch of hiding in shadow. 

- “Okay, oppa stoppp. If you don’t stop I’m gonna throw up, I don’t feel good.”

- “What was that? I thought I heard something…did you say something?” He teases and his hand relentless.

- “OPPA, Hanbin oppa. stop!”

- “Alright, I’ll stop. I don’t need you barfing on me. Come here.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a long passionate kiss, arms still holding onto you tight. 

- “What do you say we plan out some dates for next week? I don’t know if I’ll get days off or not but we can go somewhere for a few days toward the end of the year too, if you want. I know your Christmas fanatic butt will like that.” He asks, still snuggling into your neck.

- “How bout just dinner date for now, ahjussi said he’ll give us discount. We’ll worry about Christmas when it’s here.” 

Leaning back onto the couch, he motions for you to rest on him. Letting your head falls onto his chest, you closes your eyes and enjoy your favorite pastime of cuddling up to your teddy bear boyfriend. He closes his arm around his love, feeling glad fate is in his favor still.  Everything is back to the way it should be.

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Defying Orders: Kingdom Hearts Meta

I was reading the KH2 manga and have realized something. There is a huge change in the Hollow Bastian scene between the game and the manga. Something that changes the perspective of Donald and Goofy’s character development in relations to the King.

As we all know, in the original game there is a battle in Hollow Bastian. Mickey attempts to stop Sora from going into the fight because it is dangerous. Sora immediately retorts by saying 

Notice how he doesn’t want to go because he wants to help Leon and the others. That is important for later. Anyway, after this you know the rest. Mickey overrides Sora by commanding Donald and Goofy to take Sora to find Riku and Kairi. Keep in mind that by this point in the games Donald and Goofy had always shown severe dedication to King Mickey and his orders. They never had questioned him when they were stationed to find the boy with the key and stick with him in the original KH game. 

They even took his orders so seriously that when it came to light that Riku was the original keyblade master, they dropped Sora like an old hat. With little regret mind you. Sure, they said sorry and came back to Sora later, but when the choice was first made, they stuck with the King’s words. 

Why is that important here? Well, they had a good reason to stick with Sora when it was important. Riku may be the original keyblade master, but he was on the wrong side. So they followed what they figured was right and even though they inadvertently disobeyed Mickey’s orders, it was the right choice given the circumstances.

So why does that matter? Because when we see Donald and Goofy deciding to go headfirst into the Hollow Bastian battle in KH2, we also see them directly disobey orders. For no real reason other than to make Sora happy despite how dangerous it is. Think about that for a second. These two have abandoned Sora before because they kept true to their mission (which was to find the King himself in the first game). Now they have flat out disobeyed their King’s orders for Sora’s sake!

That’s a huge shift.

Imagine this from King Mickey’s perspective.The last time he met with Donald and Goofy was when he was on the other side of the Door to Darkness, and a few very brief moments before this day. He hasn’t even spent quality time with Donald and Goofy, his closest friends, for at least a year and a half. That is a long time. And time has a way of changing people. When Mickey ruled Disney Castle, he knew Donald and Goofy as incredibly loyal servants and friends. People he trusted the most. So naturally he would assume they would follow his command, no questions asked. Like how things used to be.

And keep in mind that Mickey is thinking on the bigger picture here. If Sora stays to fight, and gets injured, or even killed, who can save Kairi? Who can find Riku? They still have no idea where the Organization’s stronghold is at the point in the game. And without the chosen wielder of the keyblade, there wouldn’t be any chance to stop the Organization’s plans. Mickey doesn’t know where Riku is. Donald and Goofy don’t know where Kairi is. If Sora were to die at Hollow Bastian, there would have been no hope to save the worlds. So Mickey honestly had the best plan. They’ll keep at fighting the heartless, while Sora, Donald, and Goofy continue their search for Riku and Kairi. Mickey honestly thought that his two best friends would follow his order, because he actually knows what he’s talking about!

But they didn’t. In one swift motion, Mickey’s status as king, planner, and friend is thrown aside in Sora’s favor. Donald and Goofy’s loyalties have changed.  After being away for so long, this is the first time Mickey is face to face with the idea that suddenly… he really doesn’t know his friends anymore. And now he’s at the crossroads between what used to be a close friendship and what has become of them. They have become so close to Sora that they flat out refused to listen to Mickey, a friend whom they have known for far longer than they ever knew him. Mickey has suddenly lost that connection with his friends, and thanks to how close they are with Sora now, he might never fully recover that connection.

This is why I think Mickey is so suddenly okay with fighting alongside them after this moment in the game. Before, he stayed in the shadows mostly alone during KH2. We still don’t know his reasoning, but I think he avoided the others because he didn’t want to see them get hurt. Or them see him get hurt. Remember he is still scarred by the “deaths” of Terra, Ven, and Aqua. So the idea that his friends could get killed still haunts him, making him afraid to be with others in battle. 

But Mickey is also standing at the crossroads between keeping away for his own inner protection, and drifting away from his closest companions. I believe that he wanted to stick with Sora, Donald, and Goofy after this moment because secretly he misses being as close to his friends like Sora is. Sora essentially replaced him. And this is his desperate moment to reunite with the friends who changed right under his nose.

And you know what? The manga decided to change things for the better.

During the exact scene in the third KH2 manga, instead of having Leon being the reason Sora wants to fight in the Hollow Bastian battle, do you know what it has been changed to?

That’s right. Sora’s first response isn’t saying how the others are his friends too. It’s that MICKEY need their help. In the game, they never even consider him and run off on their own, leaving Mickey in the dust. But in the manga, Sora acknowledges Mickey not as an obstacle, but as a friend who needs his companions’ aid. It’s only after Mickey responds that he can take care of it that Sora even acknowledges Leon and the others. 

 In these few pages alone, the manga respects Mickey’s role as Donald, Goofy, and Sora’s friend by having them defy an order for Mickey’s sake. In the manga, they see that Mickey needed help. That he was alone. And he needed his friends now more than ever. There isn’t a scene with Mickey being angry for defying orders either. After he realizes that they are willing to stay to help him in his need, Mickey immediately smiles and agrees to go with them to battle. He is no longer afraid to be with his friends in this war. Yes, Leon and the others needed Sora too, but because they show that they still care about Mickey to stick with him during the rough times, this scene alone changes the entire dynamic of the four. In the games, it seems like Mickey had been replaced by Sora. But in the manga, he is still considered a friend to all three of them regardless of how many years it has been.

I. Love. This. Manga!


In Guild Wars 2 there is a Sylvari NPC character, named Canach that is part of your party who initially was an antagonist in an earlier part of the game. You fight him and he gets imprisoned. Circumstances change where he is forced to
join your party and now he is out for redemption.
He’s still snarky and funny but his character has evolved.
I would love it if there was a future companion like that in DA4. We sort of had that with Zevran in Origins but it would be nice if they did that again in a future game.

Mod Note: Hey Confessor I am a Guild Wars 2 player too. I definitely agree about Canach. He is my favorite companion in the group currently.  -SMC

Alright, so we all know that klance is going to be end game in voltron, that much is obvious with events leading up to now and the fourth season.

Here’s the thing though. Remember that this is a children’s show on Netflix, aimed towards little children. Taking that in mind, I doubt we’re going to see Lance and Keith kiss more than once, if ever.

As much as I would love to see Keith and Lance being very affectionate towards each other and kissing each other whenever, its not the way the show is going to go.

My guess is that we’re going to start out slow, Lance putting his arm around Keith’s shoulder like its nothing while talking to people, Keith stepping back instantly to Lance when he knows he’ll get snappy, when they sit down on the couch their legs will touch slightly. Stuff like that.

You need to take in mind the characters for who they are, Keith shuts people out, and even though it seems like he wouldn’t want anyone touching him, he has never really pushed away when being touched.

Lance is flirty, witty, charismatic, and we still see that he doesn’t think of himself as the brave person he needs to be. He’s insecure. As much as the bedroom scene was amazing, when you think in depth Keith’s response was not the best, if anything it most likely made it worse, or maybe I’m wrong.

Both characters are their own, they have so much potential. And even though they act differently towards different kinds of people, I have my doubts that they will suddenly start acting very PDA and such suddenly.

We also need to take into account that this show isn’t about klance. Its about these kids who were taken from their lives on earth, and expected to be heroes. You have Pidge as she searches the galaxy for her brother and father, you have Hunk who is there for everyone but still has his moments of weakness, you have Lance who had to leave his entire family back on earth when that’s who he really needed the most, you have Keith who dispite being galra still fights along side his companions while taking heat from possible allies, and you have Shiro who was lost in space for an entire year and yet the minute he gets back to earth he’s blasted right back.

They are fighting a war, every decision could make a big change.

This show isn’t going to suddenly switch to just being about Keith’s and Lance’s relationship. The show as a whole is too in depth for that.

I expect that they will start bonding more than ever, and have a relationship that fits together with their personalities.

Anyways! I can’t wait for season four! This is just a thought and I’m not in any way trying to be disrespectful. I love this show too!


This new album just shows Thorads New companion he’s forced to work with on his assignements. I basically made “guts-chan” aka Ventra, solely for Thorad to travel with on his job, while Ava is stalking Thorad, adventuring,  or doing house work.  You can view the album here : (Contain NSFW)

As you see there is more than enough for a storytime but it was cut down due to the changes of the character overtime

Thorad is owned by: @mrsnakestone

“I want to enjoy competitions this season so I can show everyone my healthy form “

Interview with Satoko Miyahara from Figure Skating Team Japan Memorial 2017 that took place around THE ICE: Nagoya back in August. Thanks to @yanablumka for the scans! Please do not use/repost my translations without my permission.

ーYou devoted yourself to rehabilitation in the second half of last season, but what kind of mental state do you have now?

S: My condition is gradually coming back, so I’m looking forward to next season, but I also feel that “I have to properly do my jumps.” I had my body rest for a somewhat long time so I’ll have a late start, but my feelings of wanting to do everything I’m capable of at every competition hasn’t changed from a regular seasons, so I want to do my best.

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Silence Is Deadly

Summary: While with the varden, before the battle, Eragon realizes his love for the reader, but pushes his feelings back. When the battle ends and the Shade is slain, Eragon goes looking for the reader.

Warning: Mentions of death, ANGST

DISCLAIMER: I don’t remember the battle very well, so I am going off of what I remember from the movie, but switching it up a bit.

REQUESTED BY: @shewhobreathesfire


The moment he had seen her helping a small Varden girl up, he realized. The girl with the shiny (H/C) hair was the love of his life. He caught himself smiling at the thought, the smile of said girl drifting through his mind. Almost as quickly as the happiness came, it left. His life was now much longer than anyone else’s here in this mountain. He would outlive the (H/C) girl by many years.

So, the young dragon rider pushed his feelings to the back of his mind and moved on to the battle he needed to prepare for. Saphira needed her armor, as did he, and then they would be off to fight, and possibly die at the hands of the Shade Durza.

While Eragon walked away, you glanced up from the girl you were helping, seeing his retreating form. You had a bad feeling about this battle, and while you hoped everyone would come out unscathed, you knew that would not necessarily be the case.

“Eragon!” You jogged after the sandy blonde, seeing his head whip around to look at you.

“I wanted to speak with you before the battle, I have something I needed to tell you.” Eragon was confused at your words, you hair was messed and your breaths slightly shortened at the quick sprint you made to his position. He nodded, looking to Saphira and telling her to go get ready without him.

“What is it (Y/N)?” He asked, becoming more intrigued by the minute. His feelings resurfaced at your smile, fighting within himself to keep them down.

“I know this is probably a bad time, but…” You paused, debating on whether o not to tell him about your deep rooted feelings for him. “I wanted to tell you to be careful.”

“Oh, right. You as well.” To say he was disappointed at your words was an understatement, as were you, but instead of changing what you said or him saying it first, you both embraced each other and went your separate ways for the battle.


The battle raged on, and you were caught in the middle of it. Soot stained your face from the fire around you, your were-cat companion long since disappeared to find his friend Angela. People’s swords clashed all around, the shuts of dying men and women fighting fill your ears. The sounds were so deafening, and the heat and fatigue began to wear you out. Another shout was nothing your were worried about, till a sharp pain erupted from your chest and your eyes cast down to the sword pierced through you. It was coated red with blood and, you screamed, louder than you ever thought possible. 

Murtagh was not far away, hearing your cry and turning to see the man remove the sword from your body and push you to the ground. Charging at the enemy soldier, he knocked him aside, stabbing him through the chest and moving to you. Blood poured from your mouth as you coughed, Murtagh propping you up.

“Shhhhh, it’s alright. Hang in their. We are going to get you help. ERAGON!!!” The dragon rider could not hear his friend’s cries as their dear companion bled out slowly.

“ERAGON!!!” Arya’s voice pierced through the battle, louder than Murtagh’s. Eragon and Saphira fell from he sky. Murtagh watched as his three friends died. This was it, this was where the rebellion and the Varden would come to an end for good.  The dragon and her rider hit the ground, the Shade now dead as well. Murtagh supposed that the was a pro to these many cons.

“Murrrr…tag.” His head whipped down to the girl in his arms, her hair matted with blood.

“Save your energy.” She shook her head, gripping Murtagh’s sleeve

“Tell…tell Eragon…” Murtagh pushed some hair from her face, shushing her again.

“I know, but save your energy, you will make it out of here to tell him yourself.” She shook her head at Murtagh’s words.

“Don’t lie to…m-me Murtagh Morzansson, we both know that I will not…*Cough Cough* Make it out of here alive.” She spoke i a hoarse voice, blood pouring from her wound and Murtagh tried to stifle the bleeding with his hand.

“G-goodbye Murtagh. Don’t trust what anyone says, no matter what, you are a friend of our’s and always will be.” Murtagh’s eye filled with tears, furriously whiping them away. He would not cry, never again would he cry.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”


Eragon awoke from his sleep, frantically sitting up. The last thing he remembered was fighting to heal Saphira as the battle ended. He had done it, he had killed Durza, but at what cost. He rushed from the room, his legs wobbling from the sudden use. It wasn’t often that Eragon wasn’t scared now, and it was no different now than before. Was Saphira okay? Was Murtagh and Arya? Was (Y/N)? (Y/N), the girl he was in love with. He had decided the moment he saw Saphira dying, he would tell (Y/N) of his true feelings. He would tell her and screw his life span, because he would not waste a moment of his life not with her.

Saphira’s thought’s clouded into his mind as he saw her touch down onto the ground. A smile spread onto his face, a conversation going on between the two. Saphira saw his thoughts of (Y/N) her mind immediatly blocking all though of the girl from him.

Eragon was confused, why was Saphira blocking him? Why was she keeping every thought of the girl from him? Where was she? the sound of footsteps echoed in his mind, making him turn to see Murtagh and Arya walk through the entryway. They both wore black clothing, faces grim, but happy to see Eragon.

Murtagh was the first to speak.

“I-I tried Eragon. I saw it happen and I tried to save her, but…She bled out before I could get help. I tried to call you, but you fell from the sky before I cou-” He stopped, seeing the tears from Eragon. This boy, once a farmhand, had gone through so much, and yet he somehow still had tears to shed. Through all the pain and death, Eragon Shadeslayer still had tear left to shed for the brave human girl. 

Arya left the room, her face still hung and grim, leaving the two to their grievances. She hadn’t known the girl long, but she knew when to pay respects.

Murtagh walked to Eragon, his hand going to his friend’s shoulder.

“She had something she wanted me to tell you, you know. She didn’t tell you this whole time cause she was scared. Imagine, (Y/N), scared.” Murtagh let out a strained chuckled before clearing his throat and shacking Eragon by his shoulders.

“She wanted me to tell you she loved you.” Eragon’s tears only came faster now as he looked up to Murtagh.

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it Murtagh? I never got to say it back.”

anonymous asked:

Sidon,Link,Yunobo, and Revali hc's on dealing with s/o's overprotective dog also I love your blog so much!

oh gee~ thank u!! we love u ;^)


- “ah!!! he is so cute !!! hello doggy !! ah, yes lets roar together !! rRROOA-

- poor sidon he tries bonding w the dog but the dog wont have it after that initial meet-n-scream

- he treats and plays with the dog like he would play a zora child: first observing how the dog plays with it’s toys, then mimics the act. unfortunately, seeing a giant fucking shark man thrash a squeaky toy about looks more frightening than he expected

- sorry sidon, this dog is afraid of u and thinks ur here to end his owner’s life


- dog whisperer here knows the trick to getting into the hearts of all dogs: food

- he ignores the initial yips and boofs bc he knows that before he leaves that day, the doggo will wanna follow him home

- feeds the dog secretly at the table. he intentionally and obviously put his napkin on his lap so that when his hands drop below the table, s/o thinks he’s wiping his hands but really he’s taming the ferocious heart that is s/o’s dog

- baby talks the dog all the time too. he gives SO much attention to the dog that even s/o gets a little jealous. but they also don’t get to see this side of link too much


- oh gosh he’s trying so hard, please little doggy just give him a chance (spoiler, he does and they become best friends)

- “the first meeting was horrible” says both dog and yunobo. “he and his hands were too big, i though at first” says dog, “but so is his heart”

- yunobo and the dog actually end up getting along too well. it’s almost as if the dog kinda forgets his original owner and dedicates his life to yunobo from then on

- yunobo also has a weakness for dressing up the dog, but that’s a secret


- he almost ruins his relationship with his s/o bc of all the insults he directed to the dog

- “stop with the barking, you demon!” “get off me, cretin!” “s/o i hate dogs!

- after s/o confronts him about it, his behavior changes. it takes him a while, but he eventually grows tolerant– and later obsessive to the point he needs to take the dog everywhere with him on adventures. it was difficult for him to finally like the dog, so he’s very proud of himself

- s/o comes to find out one day that their dog is suddenly a very good traveling/adventuring companion who will fight alongside them and can push through any situation or obstacle (like wolf link)

-mod makar

anonymous asked:

Romanced companions (+Nick and Deacon please❤️) get into an argument with Sole. How do they act afterwards? How do they kiss and make up?

Cait - She is mad, obviously. They pretend the other doesn’t exist for the rest of the day. In the evening, they’d lie down on a mattress together, their backs pressed together. After a while, Cait turns around and snuggles into them. “You’re a bitch/jerk, sometimes. But you’re still the best damn thing that ever happened to me.” Sole takes her hand and presses kisses on the back of it.

Curie - They don’t get into arguments too often, and even when they do, it’s not that bad. Yet, Curie, still new to her emotions, always feels awfully mad at them. After a while though, her anger disappears completely and she quickly apologizes to Sole. They always smile and cup her cheek, telling her that they never were mad at her. She beams and presses several pecks onto Sole’s mouth.

Danse - They almost don’t talk and when they do, it’s only short grunts about their current situation - “Raiders. Out of ammo. Take cover. We’re going in.” Taking a break, he’d step out of his power armour. He’d ask if they have a second, upon being answered by an unreadable ‘yes’, he’d speak up: “I don’t want us to argue.” is all he says. Sole smiles. There will always be some arguments, but they love Danse and can see he loves them back. Before he can step inside of his armour again, they pull him in for a sweet kiss on lips.

Deacon - He pretends he doesn’t care, actually like the argument didn’t even happen, but they know he’s mad behind those shades. They know he wouldn’t want to bring it up again. They come up to him, pulling the sunglasses off his eyes, kissing his nose. “Peace?” they ask. “Peace… I was right though. Just saying..”

Hancock - He gets unusually quiet, but he can’t be mad for long and neither does Sole. The argument was stupid, anyway, plus, he misses their affection very soon. Not even hlf an hour after their angry ‘fine’s were said, he has his arm sneaked around their waist again, while they kiss the path from his cheek to his lips.

MacCready - He knows to not get angry with people, because you never know which moment might be the last. When they have an especially ugly argument with Sole, while resting in Sanctuary, he leaves. Sole is worried out of their mind, he might not be coming back. He does, however, after a few hours and he’s carrying a bouquet of bloodleaves with him. He sets the flowers on the table beside their bed and the two look into each other in an unspoken mutual apology as MacCready pulls their head down a little, so he can kiss their forhead.

Nick Valentine - They didn’t spar often, really, but there were some moments. They wouldn’t get too carried away, though, Nick was smarter than that and Sole never wanted them to be mad at each other. Just as things were getting heated up, Nick would stop, smile and say: “What are we doing, kitten/cherub?” they would smile right back at him, forgetting what they were arguing about in the first place. Nick grabs the back of their neck, pulling them in for a kiss.

Piper - Whenever she is mad, she acts rather goofy, using a a lot of gesticulation. Sole completely forgets why were they sparring in the first place as he giggles at Piper’s behaviour. She acts mad: “Do you mind? I am trying to be angry with you!” she finishes with a smile and a soft chuckle. “Come here” is what Sole says, before he pulls her in for a hug.

Preston - They don’t fight very often. Actually, they almost don’t fight at all. The rare arguments are quick and short and usually end with both of them apologizing. Preston doesn’t want them to be mad at each other just because of one unshared opinion, he wraps his arms arounf them, staring into their eyes, placing a peck on their nose.

X6-88 - They fight quite often, fights being quick and short. Sole doesn’t share a lot of X6′s opinions and X6 doesn’t like how soft Sole is to people that don’t even deserve it. They spend the afterglow of the fight in silence, which seems so much different, than the normal, comfortable silence with X6. At the night, Sole would come up to X6. “Let’s not argue.” is all they say, X6 nodding a slow ‘okay’. Sole wraps both of their aarms around him, burrying their face into his neck, feeling one of his hands placed on their back.

Bonus!Maxson - Sole was conscious about their relationship with Maxson. it isn’t easy being with someone so dominant, with someone who has their head filled with opinions that can never be changed. They’d get into fight a lot of times, about ghouls, synths, about people even, Maxson red in anger, ending the fight by slamming his fists into his table. After a while of silence, he’d come closer. “I don’t want to fight with you. Never with you.”  They pull him close, resting their forhead against his, as his hot breath tickles on their face.

Sherlock College AU part 2

So I wrote a short Sherlock College AU fic a while ago, and while I wasn’t really happy with the fic itself, the idea wouldn’t leave me alone… So now, after several days I have written a very long, incredibly fluffy/shippy Sherlolly fic… If you’re interested, Part one is here but I tried to write part 2 in such a way that you don’t need to read part one if you don’t feel like it… Anyway…  Enjoy!

Summary: Molly and Sherlock finish watching The Princess Bride…

Molly sat on her dorm room floor as she poured over her notes on the cardiovascular system for what felt like the thousandth time that week. She could feel her eyes starting to glaze over. How long had she been studying? She glanced at her alarm clock. 3 hours. Ugh! No wonder her back was starting to complain…

A knock at their door caused her to look up. Standing in the open doorway was the lanky young man who had saved her from an evening of roaming the halls while her room was “occupied” the night before.

“Sherlock!” Molly said with a smile.

She was a little surprised to see him. While he had offered to hang out again after their impromptu viewing of The Princess Bride had been interrupted, she’d just assumed it was to get in a dig at his roommate, John, for reclaiming his laptop after Sherlock “borrowed” it.


He leaned his slender frame casually against the door post, looking rather dashing in a Belstaff coat and indigo scarf Molly thought.

“Found this wedged in the futon this afternoon.” He tossed her something which she clumsily managed to catch. Her phone!

“I wondered where this went! I nearly turned Conan Hall upside down looking for it.”

“I hope you lifted with your knees. Conan’s a good sized building. Can’t have you hurting yourself this close to midterms.” He quipped playfully.  Molly couldn’t help but laugh.

Her roommate Sally glanced down in annoyance at the two of them from where she lay reading on her loft bed.

“Aren’t you the freak who was guessing people’s majors based on their socks the other day?” She asked condescendingly.

Molly shot her a look.

“It was their shoes,” Sherlock retorted. “And I never ‘guess.’ Though now that you mention it, judging by the state of your socks you might want to reconsider your field of study. Have you ever considered something more mechanically inclined?”

“Whatever…” Sally grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something?” Molly asked Sherlock, attempting to divert attention from her roommate’s rude behavior.

“That’d be great.” Sherlock replied with a grin, his tone almost taunting Sally; a cheerful threat to come around more often.

Molly grabbed her jacket and bag and strolled out to meet him, making sure her phone was securely in her pocket this time.

“Seriously though, have you ever considered a career in air conditioner repair?” Sherlock jabbed before closing the door and following Molly into the hall. There was a loud thud against the door as what Molly assumed was Sally’s book hit squarely where Sherlock’s head would have been.

“I’m really sorry about that. My roommate she can…fuss.” Molly offered apologetically as they strolled down the hall, hoping he would catch her reference. She wasn’t sure how much he would remember having never seen The Princess Bride until she’d forced him to watch it with her.

Sherlock smiled. “I think she likes to scream at us.” He did get the reference. Good.

“Probably she means no harm…” She continued, keeping her tone casual as she fought a smile.

“She’s really very short on…charm!” Sherlock replied cheekily.

Molly couldn’t contain her grin any longer. “You’ve a great gift for rhyme.”

“Yes, yes… Some of the time.”

The two of them laughed, amused by this new little game. Molly began to relax a little, seeing that he wasn’t too phased by Sally’s unwelcome remarks.

“Did John ever let you finish the movie after I left?” Molly asked.

“No. He says he’s got a deadline for his piece in the school paper and has been guarding his laptop ever since he got back from his date.” Sherlock complained.

“What’s he writing about?” Molly inquired.

“Oh, I have no clue. I wasn’t listening when he told me.” Sherlock admitted with a shrug, not a trace of guilt in his voice.

Molly smiled. Most people she knew wouldn’t admit to that so unabashedly.

“How about we ask Greg? I’m sure he’d know,” She suggested, noticing the open door to their RA’s room.

“Greg?” Sherlock asked, confused.

“Yeah. He’s the editor of the paper.” Molly explained.

“I thought his name was Gavin…” Sherlock mused, sounding even more befuddled.

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A Dead Girl’s Concerns [Fic]

[Hey it’s me back with a small lil ficlet, once again with that Parasite AU, and this time with some people other than your usual suspects. Hilariously enough, this wasn’t even conceived as part of the Parasite AU at first, but then I realized I could rework it to fit. So here we are.]

Though Yoshikage was not tethered to the alleyway as Reimi was, he always felt guilty for leaving her behind whenever he went out to venture, and stayed with her as long as he could before he was tugged away by duty to keep vigilant among the rest of Morioh. Reimi, wanting for company, didn’t turn him away.

They were on their god-knew-what lap around the ever extending, ever-the-same corridor. They took it slow; the dead had no need to rush. Reimi’s trailing, pale ribbons whipped against the air as Yoshikage’s quiet, measured steps tapped beside her, with Arnold–snuffling about at the scent Yoshikage had dragged in from the outside–bringing up the back. The shadow of the brim of Yoshikage’s bowler, tilted jauntily downward, attempted its best to cover the gruesome chunks taken from his face, to no avail. The slow dripping blood of Arnold’s neck wound added to the solemn portrait.

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Wonder Woman was a character I loved for many years - from time growing up with her on the animated Justice League to Greg Rucka’s magnificent run that started with his stand-alone book Hiketeia in 2002 and the run a few years later that began with Down to Earth. Beyond the stories with her, I also just loved what she represented.

But even though I wanted to cosplay her, I told myself for years that I could never pull her off. I was too short - I’m only 5’2”. My thighs were too big and my boobs were too small. I couldn’t represent the version of her that I would want to.

And then Gal Gadot was cast, and the first argument against her, the ONLY argument I saw against her - pages upon pages of google, even on the Facebook walls of men who’d told me that I could pull her off - was “her body is wrong.”

And my petulance overrode my own self doubt. I am of course no Gal Gadot, but the idea that anyone’s body could be ‘wrong’ was an absolute antithesis of what Wonder Woman represents. And so in the back of my mind, I started to go “well, maybe.” After all, I didn’t wanna bet on anything. DC hadn’t exactly demonstrated that they were capable of building a great cinematic universe. Batman vs Superman didn’t help, beyond demonstrating that Gadot on her own was a scene-stealer. I didn’t want to count on doing the character if the movie was gonna suck.

Or so I told myself. But at a certain point in April or so, I realized I was watching the trailer constantly, and I gave in. I hedged my bets, and by the time the film came out the first version of this costume was already in progress. It turns out that was a very safe bet.

I won’t pretend I didn’t love the movie, and the character. But regardless of the film, wearing this costume - this corset I made from a $10 yoga mat I bought from Burlington Coat Factory - feels amazing. (Like, it’s partly a nightmare. It’s a yoga mat. It doesn’t breathe at ALL. The corset is slightly too big, plenty of things need to be changed or improved, WHO CARES??) My body never feels wrong, wearing this. And the reactions from kids that I’ve gotten have made me so happy.

So if you also want to cosplay Diana but are worried about pulling her off, good news: you totally can. You totally will. And when you do, it’ll be totally, wonderfully worth it.

Thank you, as always, to my fish-talking companion @crimsonhawkecosplay who is always game to fight me to the death and/or team up, and to @richandstrangephotography, who makes me feel like I look awesome even when I doubt myself and who responded to my initial “I’m gonna cosplay Wonder Woman” with “YES, FINALLY” and I’m not sure he knows how much that delighted exasperation meant.

anonymous asked:

I guess I can send you a prompt as well! Not sure what pairings you do and stuff, so how about a classic person A isn't feeling like sitting with the others during dinner, so they take their food somewhere else, but barely even touches it. Person B decided to follow. At first they talk about useless things until person B asks person A what's wrong. The reason for person A's sadness is completely up to you! =) /nhasablog

Study Motivation - an SPN fanfic

Author’s note: I FINALLY FINISHED THIS IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR BUT I FINALLY WROTE IT LMAO @nhasablog . I asked around, and the majority of you wanted to see some Ticklish!Kevin, so here ya go! 

WordCount: 3,834

Description: Kevin’s been holed up in the library whilst Sam and Dean are on a case, growing increasingly infuriated with the Tablet. Of course, he’s kind of forgotten the essential part of studying effectively: taking care of yourself. Gabriel steps in to give him a hand; however, things quickly escalate.

  It was one of those weird evenings in the Bunker – the ones where everyone said everything without once speaking. Where a content silence hung in each room, and hours passed in the blink of an eye. It was almost a weird, half-existing feeling - almost like the sort of displacement one experiences whilst stepping through the lighting aisle of a homeware store. But Kevin found the serenity only added to his…was there even a name for how he was feeling? The prophet stared down at his hands blankly, as if the upturned palms might provide him with an answer. His mind was slipping further from reality with each passing minute – all he could sense was this hollow numbness in his head, like his conscious was drifting through a sea of static. The moment he was able to grasp a coherent thought, he found his mind slipping into blankness mere seconds later. He couldn’t focus on any one thing at a time, and it infuriated him.

  The large tome regarding Enochian symbols lay neglected upon the table, its symbols acting as a mocking reminder of the work he was currently incapable of completing. Why wouldn’t his brain cooperate? This of all times was not the time to be switching off – however, he apparently had no choice in the matter. Kevin huffed wearily as his eyes flicked away from the foreign ideograms, glaring despairingly at the ceiling.

“Heya, Grouch.”

  Divine antagonism was the last thing he needed, the prophet thought as he screwed his eyes shut in annoyance, refusing to lock eyes with the visitor.

“This isn’t Sesame Street, Gabriel. Get out,”

“Yikes, someone’s a bit prickly. What was in that coffee of yours, huh?” The Trickster hopped on to the table, paying no regard to personal boundaries as he leaned across Kevin to peer with disdain into the half-empty mug. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the barely touched plate of food sitting forgotten by an ink-stained notepad.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing in particular. Just thought you’d enjoy my company.”

Kevin almost smirked. “You wish.”

“So, where are the elusive Winchesters?”

“Off on a hunt. They left like at like, seven.”

“Didn’t even have dinner with you?”

“No – I mean yes – ugh. Dean reheated some pizza, and Sam asked me to go through to the kitchen so I could eat with them, but I wanted to stay here.”

“So lemme get this straight – you didn’t have dinner with Samsquatch and Dean because you wanted to eat in here, but two hours later, and…you haven’t had anything?”

“Watch it, you sound like you actually care.”
“Because I know exactly what your problem is, but you’re too busy staring at a rock to notice it yourself.”

“Gabe- Can- just stop, okay?! I’m trying to make progress!”

“Kevlin, you haven’t written anything down for the past hour and a half.”

“Exactly! I’m not working hard enough!”

“Not quite – look, how about we play a game?”

  Kevin groaned – he’d learned from experience that Gabe having a plan was always a bad sign.


“Aw, come on! Besides, if we’re being realistic, you won’t get any more work done until you figure out what’s wrong in that head of yours. So unless you insist upon being so unproductive, I’d suggest accepting the offer.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”­

“Naturally,” Gabriel made a dismissive gesture, bounding up from his perch on the furniture and leaning against a bookshelf, lollipop in hand.

“Alright, fine. And this will get me to function properly?”

“Something like that,” The twinkle in the Archangel’s golden eyes was unnerving to say the least.

“Ok…so what’s this game?”

“Well, since you’re evidently in such a cheery mood, how about…Twister?”

“Ugh, really?! This is your big idea?”

“So, you go first,” Gabriel ignored the prophet’s complaints, a smug grin upon his face as he snapped his fingers, a Twister mat and spinner appearing on the floor. An anticipatory groan slipped from the prophet’s throat.

  Kevin was at a loss for words – of all the games Gabe could’ve picked, Twister?! Quite frankly, he’d expected something at least a little more intellectually challenging. Nevertheless, he rose from his chair, throwing a longing gaze at his work before heading over and standing on the mat. Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, standing at the edge of the board and frowning at his companion.

“Hm…something’s missing. Or rather, something’s not missing,” With a decisive click, Kevin’s shoes teleported to his chair, leaving the ex-student standing in his socks. After a brief glance at his slipping feet, he glared at the archangel, exasperation tugging his eyebrows upwards and into a sort of shocked curve.

“You’re kidding me. This is ridiculous!”

“Lighten up, Kevvie-kins! Look, I’ll play fair, if you insist,” The shorter of the duo blinked, his height lowering slightly at his boots vanished. He folded his arms, a smirk playing upon his lips. Kevin scowled, muttering.

“Don’t call me Kevvie-kins,”

  However, his lamentations were interrupted by an enthusiastic shout on Gabriel’s part.

“Left hand blue!”

  An incoherent grumble escaped the prophet as he frowned and bent down, fingers resting on the patch of cool blue. He was just beginning to grow bored when he noticed Gabriel standing to the left of him, right foot placed on a green dot. Kevin looked up at the spinner, which was resting against a chair, rotating on its own accord. Suddenly the arrow came to a halt, resting above the designated label.

“Left foot green – this is already uncomfortable,” He pouted, leg stretching sideways across the mat. His centre of gravity seemed to sway unpredictably - and Kevin attempted to keep up with it, lest he topple over into failure.

“Stop being so pessimistic,” The Trickster muttered, reaching with his left hand to touch a blue dot. Both angel and human locked eyes then, a small spark of determination in their gazes. Despite the childishness of the situation, Kevin couldn’t help but want to win – after all, the Trickster was bound to cheat at some point. If he could somehow get Gabriel to slip over before he had a chance to find a loophole in the rules, he’d finally be able to beat the archangel at his own game.  That would be a first for him.

  Five spins later, and Kevin’s simple plan suddenly seemed a lot more out of reach. His arms were aching with the effort of suspending his frame in such an awkward position – the prophet had paused to consider whether Gabriel had rigged the spinner to pick the most inconvenient spots, but the archangel also seemed to be in a sort of human-shaped knot. Kevin assessed their positions with a cursory glance at his companion, who greeted him with an eyebrow waggle. At some point, Kevin had made the mistake of twisting both his legs, left foot now on a yellow patch, with his right on a green circle. His arms were twisted behind him, right arm outstretched to rest feebly above a crimson zone on the other end of the mat. His left hand sat awkwardly on a blue dot, leaving him in a sort of twisted, pretzel-like bridge, his torso floating in mid-air as his limbs struggled to keep his back off the floor. Meanwhile, Gabriel seemed to be in an ever so slightly less compromising position – his right hand rested lackadaisically upon a red patch, whilst his right foot stood on a yellow faction, leaving the rest of his vessel propped up in a sort of floating lying position. The archangel grinned as he watched the needle on the board come to a rest.

“Left hand blue,” He stated, eyes searching the area around him. Eventually he wove his arm around Kevin’s in order to reach a dot under Kevin’s torso. A grin crept onto his features as he looked at their interlocked elbows.

“You know, Kevvie-kins, I could just pull your arm out from under you and you’d be gone.”

“Yeah, well don’t. It’s cheating.”

“Me? Cheating? Never. Although things don’t exactly seem to be in my favour right about now. Perhaps I should change that,”

“Gabriel, you said you wouldn’t!”

“Correct, sort of. Playing fair means giving you a fighting chance, which I will do.”
“What are you-“ Kevin’s breath caught in his throat as he felt a signature golden zing rush over his sides in one sweep. He twitched, head whipping around immediately to fix his companion with an icy glower.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“What are you on about, Kevlin? I’m not doing anything,”

Two swift pinches to his lower ribs had the brunette biting his lip, determined to win despite the prankster’s antics.

“Your mojo! C-come on, it’s against the rules!” All attempts at hostility towards Gabriel had been ditched in favour of hopeful excuses against using Grace.

“What’s against the rules?” Gabriel feigned innocence, but his grin betrayed all as Kevin fought to stay upright, the celestial Grace fluttering over his sides and pinching at the sides of his tummy. A few renegade giggles escaped as the prophet struggled to suppress his reflexes, arms shaking with the effort of remaining above ground.

“Aha- Tickling!”

“What? No it’s not – if you read the instructions, you’d know that they don’t even mention it. I said I’d play fair, so I am. No rules broken.”

“Thihihihis is so not fahair!”

“I’m tired of Twister,” The archangel smirked, clambering out of his awkward pose on the floor to watch his prophet laughing helplessly. “How about a new game?”

“Noho!” The feelings reached a deafening peak as they coursed over Kevin’s skin, scrambling and fluttering and tasering all over his torso. With a final shriek, he crashed to the ground, defeated, hysterics pouring from his lips like music.

“I’m gonna ask a question, and you have five seconds to answer, or the tickles get worse. Whadda ya say?”

“Nahaha! Ihihi hahave to wohork!”
“Not gonna happen. You see, your problem is that you’ve worked too hard – your brain just can’t deal with any more information today. The only solution? A break. You’re welcome.”

“Ahaha, thahat dohoesn’t mahake sehense thohough!”

“It’s not rocket science, Mr. AP. You work too hard, and your brain needs some downtime. Capische?”

“Thihihihs ihihisn’t a breheak!” A shriek left Kevin’s lips as a mini lightning bolt zipped over to his navel, circling his bellybutton with an infuriating tingling that fizzed and left his nerves buzzing. His hands clutched his torso desperately, trying to at least diminish the Grace running amock through his nervous system. Energy coursed through his veins, waking him from his day-dream state and setting his conscious whirring with life. The world came back into focus at last, enabling the prophet to finally regain his concentration. Unfortunately, there was little to concentrate on, save the tickling and Gabriel’s teasing.

“Oooh, sweet spot? How adorable.”

“Shuhuahahat uhup! AHA! NOHOHO! NO!” The sudden increase in the mojo’s voltage caught Kevin off guard, throwing him into a brief fit of uninhibited laughter – however, the feelings dimmed after a moment, fizzling just enough to keep him giggling steadily.

“First question: How much worse is it when I say tickle?”

“Nahahaha, GABE! Plehehease!” The ex-student could feel the blush rising in his features, twitching and laughing on the floor, incapable of doing much else.

“Five, Four…”

“Ohohoakahay! OKAHAY! Ihihit’s hohorrible! Nehehext question!”

“Alright, alright, Ticklish. But first…tickle tickle!”

“NOHO! Dohohon’t!”

“Interesting – is that a blush I see? Is Kevlin blushing from the tickles? Does the word tickle make the tickling worse for ticklish Kevvy?”

“Youhou bihihih*tch!” Hands grappling at invisible ticklers, Kevin could only flush a darker shade of crimson.

“Hey! Respect, if you please!” With a playful growl, Gabriel amped up the celestial waves around his prophet, throes of pleading laughter following immediately. A smile found the Archangel’s lips as he watched the spectacle with amusement, Kevin’s shrieking giggles sparking a warm fondness. Despite their habit for causing apocalypses, humans were incredible to Gabriel. And their laughs – oh, how he loved their laughs. It was possibly his favourite thing about being the Trickster; delighting in those joyous notes that rang likes bells from their souls – rather addictive, that, he mused from his position by the long forgotten Twister mat. How a human’s very being glowed and danced in pure elation whenever hysterics flowed from their vessel. How each note sent waves of positivity through the psychic plains. How a human’s laugh could change so dramatically, how unique and individual a single giggle could be. How one person’s being shined or glimmered in mirth in a completely eccentric way, unrepeated in anyone else. And the snorts – how Gabriel marvelled in them; the squeaks, the hiccups: the small, idiosyncratic noises that were not only downright adorable but caused the soul to let off sparks that lit up the surrounding atmosphere – and each spark was so wondrous, so packed with that one magical ingredient called humanity, that they were completely and utterly unique. Some souls let off miniature stars that whizzed up into the air like Catherine wheels; some created glowing spheres that bounced from their existence before rolling along the floor like a sea of marbles. Ah, how beautiful it was: To see a being so carefree, to forget one’s worries and simply let go. Laughter was truly magical – which was why, being the Trickster, Gabriel made it his mission to fill the Bunker with it at the first opportunity. He saw how downtrodden his humans looked at times; someone had to ensure they cheered up. Whether they had a say in the matter was an entirely different topic though, the Archangel thought, grinning at the abrupt shriek he elicited from the prophet on the floor, causing his soul to glow that little bit brighter. Somewhat reluctant, the seraph toned down the tickles back to their original level, unable to fight off a smile at the contentment spreading from his human.

  Kevin was dying – the teasing spark in Gabriel’s eyes had somehow started a blaze of embarrassment that set his ears and face aflame. Meanwhile, the mojo had begun to figure out Kevin’s weak spots, zoning in on infuriatingly ticklish nerves he’d never even realised he had – the incessant pinching just below his ribs had him in stitches, coupled with the feathers repeatedly circling his navel, whilst fizzling strokes of ticklish lightning darted over his sides, occasionally lingering on a particular region towards his back that caused him to arch off the floor.


  At last, the tickling withdrew a considerable amount, receding enough to give the prophet a breather yet still cause renegade snickers to escape every few breaths.

“Question Two: should I tell Sammitch you’re ticklish?”

  The Bunker’s messenger groaned inwardly – Gabriel always knew how to push his buttons. The very concept of Sam seeing him like this ; a shrieking puddle on the floor ; threw Kevin into such a state of embarrassment that he had trouble opening his mouth to contradict the notion.

“Ahahahaha! N-Noho!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,”

“Nahahaha! Dohohohon’t!”

“Question Three…” The shorter of the pair took a couple of swift steps along the floor, pacing back and forth with a smug grin on his face. Hands clasped together, lollipop hanging from his mouth, he proceeded. “…Why haven’t you asked me to stop?”

  Honestly? Gabriel wasn’t expecting an answer; at least, not a coherent one. He knew he’d struck a nerve – after all, it was a bit obvious that Kevin liked being tickled; the archangel had never, in all his time at the bunker, heard Kevin utter the simple word of “stop” when under attack. That, combined with his incessant blushing and failure to push away offending hands, gave Gabriel ample information to launch a carefully calculated attack which would surely tear Kevin into flustered pieces.

“Fuhuhuh*ck off!”

  The prophet’s reply only warranted a small chuckle from his tickler.

“Five, four, three…”

  Seeing Kevin’s blush darken by the second, illuminated by his bright smile; it was more than entertaining. After a brief pause between numbers to admire his handiwork, the seraph continued the countdown.


“NAHA! Plehehease!”

  There was no way in Hell Kevin was going to answer. He refused with every fibre of his being – if he told Gabriel he liked being tickled, he’d never hear (or feel, for that matter) the end of it. Feet kicking the ground in a brief bout of frustration, the bunker’s resident grouch attempted to steel himself for the inevitable onslaught, simultaneously dreading and anticipating what was to come.

“One!” The immediate finger snap may as well have been a thunder clap, for all the power it held. Instantaneously, the celestial energy sent Kevin’s way doubled, a tumult of ticklish sensations running amok throughout his vessel and sending him deeper into the never ending sea of embarrassment he seemed to be drowning in that day.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, with reverberating grace flooding his nerves, it happened.

The hiccup.

At first, Gabriel started laughing, and began a jaunting remark on the sweetness of the noise.

“Aw, Kevvy’s got hic-“

  But his words were lost to Kevin, because suddenly, he couldn’t. Stop. The hiccups. Every few seconds, his frantic laughter would be cut off, replaced instead with a hysterical little yip. Needless to say, the reoccurring hiccups brought Gabriel endless entertainment.

“Oh my goodness! Kevlin, this is too sweet. You understand, right? You’ll forgive me for this?”

“FOHOGIHIHIVE *hic* YOUHOU FOHOR *hic* WHAHAHAT?” The prophet rolled on the floor to throw a fleeting glance at his Archangel, but was met with…no.

Gabriel brandished the recording phone with glee, hopping on top of the library table to film the flailing human on the floor. Oh, how wonderful it was to be Prankster.


“Say hi to Sam, Kevlin!”

“PHIHIHI-*hic*-IH*SS OHOHOFF! *hic*”

“…Kevin says hi. He’s too ticklish to engage right now.” Thumb tapping the pause button on the recording, Gabriel placed the mobile on the table and folded his arms, mojo slowing down once more.

  The Winchester’s Prophet took in deep breaths, still laughing quietly, arms wrapped like vices around his torso.

“Plehehehease, Gahahabe!”

“Alright, alright. Last question: You like being tickled, don’t you?”

“Ahahaha, thihihis is juhust mehehean!”

“Well, if you answer, then I’ll stop. Pretty sure that’s not what you want.”

“Shhuhuhut uhuhuhup!”

“Five, four, three…” The countdown was merely a build-up; a chance for Kevin to gather his thoughts and squeak in expectation.

“Two, one.”

  That was it: Kevin was gone, lost in giggles and hiccups as Gabriel’s mojo devastated his senses – tiny feathers traced spirals under his arms, phantom hands tasered his ribs, fingertips vibrated into his tummy, and a buzzing, vibrating sort of tendril poked around in his navel, bringing tears to his eyes.

  How Gabriel loved it when their eyes screwed shut; the crinkles at the edges, the glow of a smile illuminating the closed lids. It was beautiful. His father’s creations as they should be: happy and carefree.

  It seemed like a brief eternity for both parties, each relishing the joyful aura that flowed through the library. Neither particularly wished for it to come to an end – but humans needed oxygen, and, when Kevin’s laughter turned silent, it was the Trickster’s queue to back off. At first, Kevin didn’t completely realise the onslaught had stopped, and merely lay sprawled on the twister mat, taking in deep breaths, a lopsided smile lingering in his features.

“Well, you gonna admit it?”

  Gabriel received no answer but a slight head shake as his prophet finally rose from the ground, hands covering his torso, rubbing away ghostly tingles. But the content shining in Kevin’s eyes was evident; his very being seemed to be pulsing with joy, sending waves of joy to the Archangel.

“U-ugh, you’re horrible!” Kevin groaned, hands propping his frame against the table in exhaustion, that stupid blush refusing to leave his face. His companion made to answer him with a snarky comment, but was cut off by the sudden drone of a mobile. With a quite positively maleficent grin, he grabbed the phone and pressed it to his ear, striding a safe distance away from the Bunker’s tablet-decoder.

“Heya, Sammy! What?! Don’t be ridiculous, I didn’t kill him…well. No, you can’t talk to him, I’m afraid that Elmo here is still recovering from the tickles that he so clearly loved – isn’t that right, Kevlin?” Said prophet had scrambled over to the angel, grappling to reach the mobile, which was held infuriatingly out of reach as Gabriel’s thumb pressed the speakerphone button.


“Whass’a matter? You don’t want Moose to know you like tickles? How sweet.”

“W-what – is that true?” Sam’s voice rang clear through the library, causing Kevin to falter and cover his face with one hand, a slight groan slipping from his agitated lips.


“Are you sure, Kevvie-kins? Because that gorgeously vibrant blush suggests otherwise~”

“Ohokay, Dean and I will be back by tomorrow. Just, uh, hang in there, Kevin? We’ll be there to help Gabriel shortly.” An abrupt click signalled the phonecall had ended, yet both angel and prophet failed to react for a good moment or two. Then, the stunned silence was shattered by outbursts on both parts.



“UGH, WHY WOULD HE – I’M DEAD!” Much to Gabriel’s amusement, the student was on his knees, features torn between hidden happiness and embarrassed frustration. The ramblings lapsed into quiet once more, with the elder of the two standing back in smug admiration of the utter chaos he’d initiated. A concise finger snap warned Kevin that his Archangel’s departure was imminent; the game board beneath his feet disappeared, sneakers appearing on his feet once more.

“Well, that was quite entertaining. I’d say that ought to be enough of a break, wouldn’t you, Kev? Call me or something if you can’t work – in the meantime, I have Heaven work to attend to,” Hand held to his mouth in a mocking yawn, Gabriel clicked his free fingers once more, vanishing, leaving no trace save the slight flutter of excited wings. Kevin was left alone again, stunned. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, and clambered back towards his chair to take a second attempt at translation. Hopefully Gabriel’s so-called break had removed any mental blocks, as promised.

  However, the student soon realised it was the opposite case: no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn’t wipe the previous events from his mind. And to think Sam was going to – ugh. Crimson rushed to his cheeks at the concept of both Winchesters planning his demise. Head resting on the table in resignation, Kevin began organising the various types of rubbish strewn over his workspace. He muttered to himself about stupid archangels and their lack of work ethic, only somewhat bitter about his distraction.

  After all, it wasn’t like he’d be getting much work done any time soon.

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top 5 IchiRuki quotes for the thing.

I’m gonna do this as Rukia and Ichigo’s quotes from the manga, if you meant quotes about them like the poems and stuff feel free to send another ask ovob

1. “Idiot… I didn’t say, “I wanted to save her.”I said,“I have to save her!” Ichigo, chapter 96.
2. “From your eyes, from your words… I can feel Ichigo’s power, flowing to me… You’ve become stronger, Ichigo…” Rukia, chapter 152.
3. “Rukia saved my life. She changed… my destiny. Because of Rukia, I became a shinigami that’s how I am able to fight… and protect everyone now.” Ichigo, chapter 155.
4. “If it was defeat, you need to train harder! If it was about your companions, then you need to reseal those promises after becoming a more virtuous man! If it’s about your hollow… then just become strong enough until you can shatter it in an instant! The “you” that still lives on in my heart, Ichigo… would do exactly that!“ Rukia, chapter 196.
5. "He has never changed, ever since the beginning and his firmness was… for me… for everybody…for all of Soul Society, something that overturned everything that never changed in One million years….Ichigo….!” Rukia, chapter 476.

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Two of Cups

Originally posted by livingstills

This is an RP log between @felthier and I that we decided to share! 

Lady Azriah Thelryn rested her hands on the balcony railing as she stood overlooking the sprawling lake behind Goldenshade Manse. Long shadows were cast beneath the trees, and the last streaks of golden light twinkled on the wind-blown waters as the sun was setting beyond the mountains. That same breeze rippled through her midnight hair, and stirred the silken skirts around her ankles. Her jewelry sparkled with the last threads of light, though her left ring-finger was notably bare. She wore something hovering between melancholy and longing on her lovely features, with those full lips turned slightly down at the corners and those chartreuse eyes gazing off into the distance. Her long ears pricked and flickered at every passing sound, though each was absent of the familiar tread of the Lord Izulde Netherstar.

It had been a long journey, one made by saddle from the misty vales of the Emberlight, to the warm spring boughs of Goldenshade. The journey could have been aided by magics of teleportation, but Izulde chose to abstain. Magic was in his blood, their blood, and despite all of this their bond had remained. It was much alike a long tether pulled taunt, where the slightest flick of emotion sent a ripple across the wire. He had felt it, felt the dour melancholy that had plagued them both. He arrived, both to welcome and quiet contemplation, where the servants wondered if this would be his last visit. By all accounts he could not rightly answer that question, but as he ascended into her solar, he found her waiting, overlooking the lake where they had spent their summer. She was lovely then, as she always was, but his eyes saw her once more, just as he had seen her the first time. “Azriah,” he called, his voice cutting through the distant silence that had been between them these many weeks.

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Rogue One Fic Recs #1

As I continue to binge Rogue One fics in massive quantities, I’ll put together periodic rec posts. So far all my recs are from Ao3, because that’s the easiest place to find things.

Canon compliant one-shots

Let it Happen, by Lafayette1777  Cassian/Jyn. A missing moment scene set on the flight from Yavin IV to Scarif, in which Cassian shares an unexpected moment of intimacy with Jyn.

Playing from the heart, by marginaliana  Bohdi/Galen. A glimpse at Bohdi’s life and how his flirtation with an older officer changes the course of history. Excellent characterization and beautiful writing.

honey, i been thinking about you, by alsoalsowik Cassian/Jyn elevator kiss. Cassians pov, his final thoughts. Many tears.

Fix-it Fic one shots (some or all characters survive)

we are rogues, we are shooting stars, by ninemoons42 Cassian/Jyn, Jyn pov. A depiction of survivor’s guilt and how Jyn and Cassian turn to each other while also throwing themselves back into the fight. Rated E. Includes meetings with A New Hope characters and events. There is also a lovely sequel from Cassian’s pov set several months in the future. Both stories imply that dead companions are watching over them.

run to me in the rising dawn, by katsumi Only Cassian and Jyn survive. Cassian/Jyn. Survivors guilt, co-dependency, and mutual pining as they struggle to start the next phase of their lives. Beautiful writing.

AU wips

Explosions of Stardust, by shinigamigirl196, AU in which Jyn and Cassian have an encounter in their childhood when they are sent on missions to the same Imperial installation by the Partisans and the Alliance respectively. Years later, after Saw Gerrerra abandons Jyn, instead of going it alone she joins the Alliance and meets Cassian for the second time. Slow burn Jyn/Cassian.

Fix-it Fic wips (some or all characters survive)

heart in a headlock, by andromeda3116 Bodhi rescues Cassian and Jyn, and the first place they can get to for medical treatment is Tatooine. Slow burn Cassian/Jyn.

Chance, by Irelando Everyone survives. Cassian/Jyn, Chirrut/Baze. While Chirrut, Baze and Cassian recover from their injuries, Jyn and Bohdi ask to be put to work in order to avoid focusing on recent events. But when news of Alderaan’s destruction reaches Yavin IV, Mon Mothma fears that Jyn and Bohdi’s Imperial ties could draw anger and the possibility of reprisals, and sends the entire team off-world for their recovery.

floating, sinking, by shuofthewind Everyone survives (even K2, via a hard drive backup). Cassian/Jyn slow burn. Chirrut/Baze established. My favorite Rogue One fic so far. I wait on bated breath for every update. Beautiful writing, excellent characterization, and a fantastic plot. Though Jyn and Cassian are still struggling to recover from their serious injuries (both physical and mental), as soon as they learn that the plans they fought to steal have been lost, they take Bohdi and K2 in a new body and go rogue again, hoping to recover the plans themselves. Chirrut and Baze stay behind on Yavin IV to continue healing, and their connection with the Force and with each other is explored. The characterization for Bohdi and Jyn are particularly well done, and their ongoing adventures feel organic and real while keeping the reader on the edge of their seat. Plus the slow-burn romance is wonderful. Top recommendation. Updates several times a week. Currently the Rogue One characters are on the verge of colliding with the New Hope characters, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

These are all my recs for now. There will be more. Anyone who wants, please reblog with your own recs. The more the merrier! 

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