cries about his face some more

Update: Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective.

So…the long awaited Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective, is on it’s way. Promise!! I had no idea my son and his friend’s comments would be received with so much interest. Live and learn, right? Truth be told, their response to His Last Vow wasn’t nearly as interesting as their previous thoughts. In my humble opinion. They watched with rapt attention, and offered - quite vocally - their thoughts on the overall episode, which was far more serious than TEH and TSoT. I’ll finish it up over the weekend.

In the meantime, for those who asked, and because it’s still fresh in my mind – here’s a few conversations that took place amongst my daughter and sister, after The Final Problem. Parts of the conversations are slightly paraphrased, although I did have a chat record with @swjmart about those conversations immediately afterward, while they were fresh in my memory.

I feel a bit silly posting this, but given all the crap Sherlollians have put up with over the years, I wanna add to this ship and see it turn into an Arc. Just sayin’.

I’ll start with my sister, who is the quintessential casual viewer. She didn’t start watching Sherlock until this past autumn, when she binged on Netflix. Lucky girl – she did not put herself through an agonizing three year hiatus. Whether she realizes it or not – she digs Sherlolly! Yay!

It all started with a late morning phone call….

Sister (which will be referred to by ’S’): So, did you watch Sherlock?

Me: Surely you jest.

S: Just thought I’d ask. Did you like it?

Me: Of course. You?

S – Oh gosh yes! T (her hubby), sat on the edge of his seat the whole time, even covered his face in a few places.

Me: God, he’s such a pussy.

S: What?

Me: Never-mind. So, what’d ya think.

S: It was excellent – I loved the whole season, but wish there was more than three episodes.

Me: Welcome to fandom.

S: Pardon?

Me: Nothing. Continue.

S: Can you even imagine having a sister that brilliant and insane? That was so heartbreaking. Really, T almost cried.

Me:  I know, completely mind-blowing, although there were clues in previous episodes that some shit went down. (silently begging her to get to the good part about Molly and Sherlock saying I love you, but not wanting to be overly obvious.)

S: I wish you’d stop swearing. (sister does not swear ~le sigh~)

Me: Do you know that recent studies showed people who swear —

S: Whatever, P. Those clues never indicated a child was murdered.

Me: I know, but even though it was ‘technically’ murder, I don’t think that was the intention of five year old Eurus. She wanted her brother to play.

Me: Hmmm. Weren’t you even a bit disappointed that nothing was said or shown about Victor Trevor’s family, or any investigation? (I’m not being serious, of course, just baiting for opinion)

S: No, it’s not that kind of show. It’s not CSI Sherlock.

(now I get to go in for what I really want to know!)

Me: But there were so many things left unresolved!

S: Like what?

Me: What do you mean 'like what?’ I thought you said you watched.

S: T and I thought the season finale was great – there was nothing left unresolved. I don’t know if they’re going to make another season, because all the actors are so in demand, but if not – I don’t know how it could have ended more perfectly. The only thing I’m really sad about is Mary dying. She was such an interesting character and I liked her a lot.

Me: You didn’t get put off that she shot Sherlock? At one point I found it very hard to believe how easily she was forgiven.

S: Of course shooting the protagonist was dramatic, but he didn’t mind, why should you?

Me: What?

S: You do know these are fictional characters, right?

Me: Don’t be ridiculous.

S: These characters are very dark and most of the time suicidal. Sherlock was on drugs probably all of season three and most of season 4, so of course he didn’t have a problem forgiving Mary. He probably admired her for it. They’re fun to watch, but you can’t think of them as normal – they’re not. Except for Molly. She is the only relatable character. I think she’s T’s favorite part of the show. It’s just too bad they didn’t give her more.

Me: Agree. But…but what about the Molly / Sherlock phone call dealio? I mean, what happened there? The only thing we got after that was a 2 second montage of Molly walking into Baker St.

S: So?

Me: So?! What happened? One minute she’s crying, Sherlock’s smashing a coffin and then she’s all smiles. WTF?

S: They’re not going to show that. I thought you preferred British television over American? British television is always more subtle.

Me: I know, but still – they could have given something more than a stupid montage.

S: They got married. That wasn’t hard to figure out.

Me: What? LOL!

S: Molly has always loved him, anyone who watched the show could see that. Sherlock is probably the most emotionally constipated fictional character ever written - Spock doesn’t count because he’s Vulcan - and he finally realized he loves her too. Probably always has. They’ve been building this up from the beginning. Didn’t you ever pay attention to all the stuff he pulled? Sabotaging her date before he knew that guy was his enemy? He told her to give up on relationships. It’s not like he was joking, although it was funny. He’s literal about that stuff. He didn’t want her to date because he couldn’t cope, it was about him, not her. T really loved that part – wished he would have thought about it when he was trying to date me. Then there’s Sherlock’s temper tantrums, and getting her to do things he could do himself. It’s typical stuff men do when they’re jealous or stupid. They think they’re being smart, like no one can see through all their crap.

Me: Looking at it that way, he probably broke up her engagement, too.

S: Oh, you know he did. T called it right away. What episode was that, where he told her how important she was and basically had eye sex with her. If it had been any other woman they probably would have burst out laughing. What a guy move.

Me: Ummm, the one where he came back, that one? And, btw, I wouldn’t have laughed if Benedict Cumberbatch was staring into my eyes.

(okay, this is literally the most surreal convo I’ve ever had with my sister. I had. no. idea. she even thought about stuff like this.)

S: Well, he’s not Benedict Cumberbatch, he’s Sherlock, lol! Not real life, remember? And, yes, that’s the episode. After that scene T said, 'her engagement just ended.’ Thought it was a smooth move. I’m telling you, this is typical guy stuff.

Me: He probably caused her to doubt herself.

S: It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway. It was over when Sherlock came back.

Me: So, why do you think they got married?

S: How old is Sherlock and these guys? Mid to late 30’s? What do you think he’s going to do? Start dating? He’s not going to do that. He can barely cope with what he does feel and Molly is patient and independent enough to be his partner and she’s not needy. Which is good because he is.

Me: So you didn’t see her as weak with unrequited love?

S: Where would you get that idea? Who cares if she’s loved him the whole time. It’s not like she sat around waiting for him to do something about it. She has life and must have felt he cared too, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck around. She’s not one of our girlfriends who has no self-will or independent thought, and lives in a constant state of angst because her boyfriend or husband is horrible and we have to constantly tell her to leave. It’s not real life. Besides, Molly is sane and helps him connect to people and the world, like John does. Speaking of which, wasn’t it the episode before this one where John gave Sherlock that big speech about how a relationship would make him complete?

Me: Yep, he did. But, he was talking about Irene Adler.

S: Oh, she doesn’t matter.

Me: No?

S: He doesn’t love her. She’s every guy’s fantasy, it’s not real. T still believes Drew Barrymore will adore him if they ever met. Keep dreaming, big guy. Anyway, the writer’s set up some big dramatic relationship thing with John’s speech. So, you knew something was going to happen between Sherlock and Molly.

Me: It’s called foreshadowing.

S: Sherlock is completely ignorant about how to do relationships and love. He trusts Molly with his feelings and heart – she kept his secret for two years about being dead - and now that he knows how much he loves her, why would he let her go? He wouldn’t do that. The only way to keep her around is to marry her. At least that’s what I think. Or, maybe they live together forever…although if I were Molly he’d have to come to my place because it’s so much nicer and she can make him leave when he’s annoying or too clingy. Besides, his place is too dangerous and it’s more like an office than a home.

Me: I just read an interview this morning from Steven Moffat, the show’s creator and writer, who said that Molly was wounded by what happened, but Sherlock was devastated. He went on to say Sherlock apologized, Molly called him a 'bastard’ and they got over it. Then he added that Molly probably had a drink and shagged someone. What the hell, right?

S: That doesn’t sound like the character I saw, but then you probably shouldn’t take stuff like this so literally. I’m sure Sherlock apologized and you could see he was devastated. She almost died – I mean, I was holding my breath and wondering if they were going to kill her. Honestly, that was the most heart-pounding part of the whole episode. Of course he was devastated, but Molly was really hurt. She thought he was making fun of her and they both thought that whatever they did have together was over at the end of that scene. Maybe what the writer is saying is that they had sex together? That would make more sense after something this horrific. Wouldn’t you? I know it’s not real life, but if you were Sherlock and realized you loved someone and that person almost died, those emotions are powerful, overwhelming and mess with your mind. They probably had sex first and then he told her what happened. You know, like couples have sex after they argue.

Me: I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

S: The whole show is a romance, with some mysteries thrown in. It’s not Hollywood, it’s very subtle. I thought you minored in English composition and literature? You should know this stuff.

Me: I do, but just thought I’d get your take. Hey, let me ask you one more thing…there’s this idea that John moved back into Baker St.

S: Why would he do that?

Me: Probably because he did that in the books, only it was very different because they (S / J) were much older and Mary had already been dead for a long time. Of course John didn’t have a kid in the books, at least not that anyone knew of. Although, I think there’s some pastiches that suggest, or give him, a child.

S: I can’t think why that character would do something so dumb and irresponsible. He’s smarter than that. Baker St isn’t safe for a baby and why would he or Sherlock want a baby around all the time?  It’s Sherlock’s office with a bedroom. His kitchen is contaminated and he keeps body parts around. They meet clients and really dangerous people come there. Plus, John has his own house. If he did anything, maybe he should experience what single mother’s go through and have to take care of his child after working all day and saying 'no’ to things because he has to put his child first. I understand people helping out right after Mary died. Mom had all kinds of help after our dad died, remember? But, this isn’t RL and he and Sherlock have their 'the game is on’ thing, so the baby is going to be sent to be with others.

*** Pretty much the end of of our convo, unless someone wants to hear about how we planned an outing at Sephora and met for lunch…. Probably not, right?

Phone call from daughter, who is known as 'K’ – another casual viewer.

K: So, did you watch?

Me: Of course. Watching it again, to be honest. What did you think? Just give me the Molly / Sherlock low down.

K: Wow, he really lost his shit, didn’t he?

Me: Yup.

K: I honestly thought they were going to kill Molly.

Me: I was a bit worried too. So, what do you think ended up happening between them? We were only given a few seconds.

K: They got married or living together.

Me: Have you been talking with your aunt?

K: No, why?

Me: Because she said the same thing.

K: It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Me: Why do people keep saying that?

K: What else is Sherlock gonna to do? He could barely do stuff without her before he knew he loved her, and now that he knows, it’s not like he’d let her disappear.

Me: Wow, I guess something’s just aren’t that obvious to me. (just kidding, of course)

K: Yeah, well, you don’t watch much television, so maybe you don’t notice stuff.

Me: You don’t think they’d date for a while, that sort of thing?

K: Why? Like Mike (her boyfriend) said – Sherlock just got played by two women.

Me: I don’t understand.

K: The evil sister set up the test for Sherlock to get Molly to say I Love You, right?

Me: Yeah.

K: But, that’s not what it was about. Molly wouldn’t say it until he said it first, because she thought he was playing a game and making fun of her. But, his sister had been watching Molly and maybe watching Sherlock too and knew Molly loved him but would never say 'I love you’ unless Sherlock said it first. But, Sherlock is thinking he just has to get Molly to say it, when the real game was about getting him to say it. But, he’s not going to say it, he won’t even consider it, because he’s an emotional dwarf. So, the only way to get him to say it was knowing Molly wouldn’t, thereby applying the appropriate pressure needed for him to grow the fuck up and get some balls. Well, that’s what Mike said, but I agree. Molly didn’t know she was being played, but his theory still works.

Me: So, his sister played Dolly Levi.

K: No, she’s just bat-shit, fucking crazy and didn’t care. She wanted the thrill of the ride. She doesn’t understand emotional attachment

Me: But, why married?

K: Maybe not married, but they’re definitely living together in a committed relationship for life. Sherlock isn’t capable of anything less. I mean, he could be, he is smart, but I doubt it. God, mom, he railroads her all the time. He would literally implode if she went off and found someone else. I mean, think about the few genius people you know. They have no idea how to do shit and need normal people to help them.

Me: I don’t think he’s that bad off.

K: Maybe not, but he was shooting up all last season because he couldn’t cope with the changes with his friends. John got married, Molly was engaged. He was able to be part of John’s life, but not Molly’s. And he spent most of this season high as a kite. He almost overdosed on the jet when they shipped him off for killing that guy.

Me: Part of that was because Mary asked him to save John.

K: Yeah, but not the jet part. He doesn’t cope with loss and there were other ways to help John. He was dying, mom – headed toward renal failure. Maybe now that he has those memories about his sister, he’ll be able to do better and won’t have the need to self-anesthesize. Plus, he finally understands he loves Molly, like really loves her and being with her helps him stay grounded – she keeps him centered. It takes a village to raise Sherlock.

Me: True dat. So the coffin part was pretty intense.

K: It was. But, he was scared, emotionally vulnerable and couldn’t manage what he was feeling. He had to vent and the coffin was handy. I also think he realized how much he’s hurt Molly. Not just the phone call, but all the other stuff he’s done. She couldn’t trust him and almost died because of it. He got to see what he caused, the consequences of his bullshit. He didn’t know that. He never connected the emotional dots about why she couldn’t say 'I love you’. So, yes, I think he married her and probably will never, ever do another thing to cause her any doubt. His life is too dangerous to put his bullshit on her, leaving her not knowing when he’s being a douche and doing his fakey mcfakerson shit, or being serious. And, why wouldn’t Molly want marriage or a committed life with him? She’s been on the ride since the beginning and it’s better for both of them to be on the same page. They’re both kinda lost without the other.

Me: Right on. So, the I love you was real?

K: Later, mom.


So, there ya have it. Two perspectives from non-fandom people. I love Sherlollians, even the ones who don’t know they’re one. : )

Yet (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by whats-your-name-man

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Requested?: By Anon

Prompt: “Best of wives and best of women.” “We’re not married.” “Yet.” “Are you proposing?”

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Smooth Hamilton Flirting and FLUFF



You have been dating Alexander Hamilton for about eleven months. To say it was a romance out of a movie wasn’t how’d you describe your relationship. This relationship wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. You would bicker and fight sometimes but what couple doesn’t do that? Yes, you two have intimate relations but you were that one weird couple that planned out what days and at what times you’d have sex, only because you were a full-time nurse and he was a very busy law student in AP classes. You weren’t home at nights because you worked the night shift and when you were at home, you were sleeping because of how exhausted you were from your job. Alexander was not a happy camper about you working late at night and him not being able to see you all the time since you basically worked all week with not days off. But he understood how much you enjoyed your job so he tries to be supportive.

It amazed your friends and families how well your and Alexander’s relationship worked out, despite the age gap (you being about 23 and he being 35) and how polar opposite you and he was. Alexander was very outspoken and opinionated while you were calm and collective. Alexander was a coffee addict while you settled with tea or iced coffee. Alexander was an orphan while you came from a huge family, you being the eldest of eight siblings. Alexander knows how to handle handguns while you know a thing or two about hunting rifles. Alexander enjoyed talking about politics, him being a huge republican, while you did not have a specific political party and had to actually enforce the ‘no speaking of religion and politics at the dinner table’ rule. Alexander was a huge flirt while you were very socially awkward. Alexander knew how to waltz and mastered ballroom dancing at a young age while you mastered the art of singing, you mainly breaking out into Broadway show tunes when you think you are alone. The list could go on and on. 

But no matter what your differences were, you were very much in love with Alexander and he was in love with you. You two met at a house party hosted by your best friend Angelica Schuyler. At the time, Alexander was dating Angelica’s sister Eliza, but they broke up some time later. You two became fast friends and some time after that, Alexander asked you out. You were taken aback but you went out with him. That one date turned into a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. Then after the seventh date, he asked you to be his girlfriend, which you said ‘yes’ to immediately. Now here you were, eleven months later, happy and still in love. What else could you ask for?


It was late one night when he came in. You had just got on your break when you noticed a man being ushered through the front doors by a few nurses. You saw he was clasping his abdomen while his face was contorted in pain. That was when you realized it was Alexander, recognizing his messy hair and tired eyes. You felt your heart skip a beat as he was ushered into an examination room. There was a somewhat commotion but nothing out of the ordinary. You rushed over and made your way into the room. A few of the nurses left when they saw you enter, figuring out that this was the boyfriend you would go on about. You retrieved a blood pressure monitor and wrapped it around Alexander’s bicep. You kept your eyes on the gauge as you pumped air into the monitor. You were so focused on this that you didn’t hear Alexander saying your name.


You jumped slightly, dropping the pump and releasing the air from the monitor. You wrote down Alexander’s blood pressure on the report and released his arm from the monitor. You then slipped on your plastic gloves.

“Let me examine the wound, Alexander.” You stated, one of your hands clasped around the wrist of the hand that was attached to his abdomen. He began to sweat nervously.

“Heh,” He nervously chuckled as his eyes darted to the side. “Well, you see-”

“Alex, this isn’t a good time to be goofing off. Just let me look at your abdomen!” You used all your strength to pry his hands from his abdomen. You rolled up his shirt, expecting to see a cut or a bruise of some sort.

What you saw caused you to immediately start laughing hysterically. Printed into Alexander’s skin, just below his ribcage, was a black and gold tattoo of a quill pen from the colonial times, “Non-Stop” inked in cursive just below it. You knew he talked about getting a tattoo some time ago back in high school but you didn’t think he’d actually do it. Looks like you owe Aaron Burr twenty dollars.

“S-Stop laughing!” Alexander cried, his face red in embarrassment. “It was a good idea! I told you I would do it!”

You wiped a tear from your eye and your laughter turned into giggles. “S-Sorry, Alex. I didn’t actually think you’d get a tattoo! That’s permanently printed into your skin!”

“I know. I thought this would make me more interesting!”

“Alex, a tattoo isn’t really something that comes up in simple conversation. Maybe if you were drunk or something. How much did this cost you?”

“About a hundred?”

You sighed and facepalmed. “You’re going to be the death of me, Alexander Hamilton.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb over the red skin around the black and gold ink. “But, it does suit you. I like it.”

“Maybe you should get a matching one?” Alexander asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes, trying not to facepalm again.

“What will match with a quill with ‘non-stop’?” 

Alexander shrugged. “A modern ball-point pen?” 

You looked up from the report you were filling out and smiled at him. “I like that. But what would the caption be?”

Alexander held your chin with his thumb and index finger. He stared into your eyes with a soft smile, his eyes searching yours. You felt your heart start beating faster and your face turned red. He only looked at you this way when he was about to say something romantic and flirtatious, making you flustered and fall in love with him all over again. This was a normal occurrence if you were in a relationship with Alexander Hamilton, him holding your chin and staring into your eyes, making you squirm and melt under his gaze.

“How about,” Alexander pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. He pulled away before you could kiss him back. “’Best of Wives and Best of Women’?”

You blinked, furrowing your brows together in confusion. “We’re not married, Alexander.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed on his face. “Not yet, (Y/N).” He whispered, his other hand digging into his pant’s pocket.

You took a step away from your boyfriend and covered your mouth with both hands. Your eyes widened, causing Alexander to chuckle as he hopped off the examination table, back on his feet. 

“Are you proposing?” You whispered, lowering your hands from your mouth. Alexander smirked at you before nodding slowly, making your eyes widen even more.

He reached out and took one of your hand, kneeling as he did so. You started shaking in anticipation. Alexander pulled out a velvet ring box and murmured a silent prayer before looking you in the eye, a serious and loving look in his eyes.

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are amazing. You are a beautiful woman and I’m madly in love with you. I love your voice, your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your short temper, your intelligence, even your bad habits. I love waking up next to you and falling asleep with you in my arms. I love knowing that you accept me for who I am and where I came from. I want to make you as happy as you have made me this past year. The only way I can is to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened the ring box, revealing a silver ring with a huge pear-shaped diamond. “Will you, marry me and let me make you that happy?”

All you did after he stopped speaking was launch yourself at him, sending him flying into the ground and you peppering his face with kisses, murmuring a soft ‘yes’ with every kiss. Alexander laughed and hugged you back, sitting up with you still kissing his face. Cheers and applause came from outside the room, all of your colleagues and a few patience watching you and your new fiance. Alexander cupped your face and kissed you passionately, you kissing back with the same amount of passion. After you pulled away, Alexander slipped the ring on your finger, kissing your knuckle. 

“Hey,” He whispered, holding your waist and smiling blissfully. “Best of wives and best of women.”

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I Miss My Baby - Theo Raeken imagine

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Based loosely like so loose it doesn’t even connect to the story other than the title and the tempo off Adele’s cover of Fast Love (it starts at 1:45) by George Michael at last night’s Grammys.

Summary: Y/n is Theo’s girlfriend and has been even though he’s gone,being stuck in Hell for 6 months. One night she gets the surprise of her life.

Warnings: sadness,fluff,that’s all i believe


Life seemed so lonely without him. My parents were killed by the Alpha who bit me, thought they weren’t worthy enough of life so he ripped their hearts in front of me but not before biting my arm. I had no one to come home to , Theo lived at my house and we treated it as if we were a married couple funny enough. I still had the pack but I couldn’t help but feel Completely,Utterly,Alone…. 

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Companions react to sole always joking about their death when really they're really considering it because they hate themselves but always joking and playing off like nothing is wrong

Thank you for this ask, anon. I’m hoping this one might give people who are dealing with this some hope and comfort, maybe even to talk about it to someone they love and trust. These characters would believe in you, and one way or another so do I ❤️

Intro: Sole was not doing nearly as well as they pretended to. Being in the ravages of the commonwealth, losing what they lost… they felt useless, hadn’t been able to stop it all. Sole couldn’t shake the thought that nothing would change that feeling. They hated themself for not being good enough, never feeling happy enough so faking that it was to the outside world was the next best thing. Joking to hide it, just one day at a time, as long as nobody found out about it. That was until the day, in spite of the smile still set on their face, something must’ve shone through in one of their jokes. They were looking into the very concerned eyes of their Companion. “ Hey… are you alright?”
 It took Sole a fraction of a second to regain their composure, to get back to the façade and the fake smile. “Yeah, of course! I was just joking, let’s go.” Their companion held them by the arm, not tightly, but just to get them to turn around and stand still. 
“ Sole… What is really going on?” The worry in their voice made Sole cave in entirely. They had hoped never to have to explain this… not like they would understand it anyway. But they couldn’t evade it anymore. Tears welled up in Sole’s eyes as they admitted that maybe they hadn’t just been jokes. 

He felt like something had been going on for a while now, noticing the difference between the Sole he used to know and the way they acted now. He never could quite place his finger on what was going on , but as soon as Sole poured their heart out to him he recognized what Sole described. The feeling was somehow familiar to him. He had felt it too, once. He held Sole’s hands and told them they were not alone. “ I have felt lost… for all those years without you. I hate to admit it but… mum/sir I have thought about it too, it was so very lonely. But I held on to the thought that maybe I would see you again. And when you were there… oh Sir/Mum… I was so happy to see you again. You gave me a reason to live and to fight again. I felt better talking to you about it. About how I felt… I have learnt that bottling up past trauma can lead to inadiquate coping strategies in later life. We can help each other Sir/Mum. I am here for you.” His heartwarming smile wasn’t enough to fix the feeling of emptiness instantly but some warmth seeped back in, tears still running free. “Okay.”

Danse felt a slight sense of panic at Sole’s words… he tried to envision a world without them but felt his chest tighten every time he did.  He knew what it felt like to no longer care if you lived or died, but to consider taking your own life… he couldn’t wrap his head around that. He desperately wanted to help but he didn’t know how. “ I know what it feels like to feel like an imposter… but you helped me back up. Through all of this, you are the one thing that has kept me from giving up, from turning it all off. I would have been dead without you and I have devoted my life to protecting you, even if this means protecting you from yourself. So that is what I shall do, in every way I can. “ He pulled them into a very tight embrace and kissed the top of their head. “ You can tell me how you really feel. Your secrets are safe with me. The dark thoughts and the nightmares… I probably have had them too… maybe I can do for you what you do for me. Give you a reason to feel alive again.“ 

Deacon was dumbstruck, his own jokes falling away entirely. He had no idea what to do but not taking Sole’s words seriously was the last thing on his mind. He pulled Sole into a hug. “ Shit Sole, you’re more worthy to be alive than me. You’ve saved so many lives, helped so many people. You have no idea how amazing you are.” Sole shook their head. “ Doesn’t make me feel any better Deacon. It’s not about how worthy who is. I just feel… lost. All the time.” He stroked their hair until Sole cried a little less. As he wiped away some tears from their face he inhaled deeply.  “ I’m not gonna pretend I know what it’s like. I’m a pathological liar with a bad past but I can’t imagine how you feel right now. And that’s okay… as long as you talk to me. You can’t fight your demons alone, I’ve tried doing that myself and it’s only been working since you’re around and since I told you about my past. I can’t… ‘fix’ this. I know that. But I will fight with you if you let me. And until the threat is passed, just to be safe, I won’t be leaving your side. I won’t bring it up unless you want to talk about it but I won’t leave. “ Dacon looked down. “ Because it’s worst when you are alone. “ He grabbed Sole’s hand. “So please know that you’re not. I can be an idiot but I won’t let you get lost in yourself, okay?” Sole was trying to ease their breathing, wiping away some tears. “I… I think I can do that.” Deacon smiled at them, a little smile. “Good. Now get over here.”
He pulled them into a hug again. “ Oh, does this mean death bunnies as a nickname is off the table or…?”  Sole chuckled a little, while Deacon reveled in the sound of their laughter, vowing to get them to smile genuinely, every day, again someday.

Nick didn’t look at Sole with the pity they expected to face, but with a look of determination. “ Listen’ up kid, there’s one thing you need to remember; we’re not gods, we’re men. Human or synth, all of us. You’ve been trying to take on the world, one injustice at a time and you’ve found out that you can’t save everyone. It hacks in on ya, I know. But damnit, you make this damn hellhole a little brighter. So hang in there and rely on others when you need to. If you feel like you can’t handle it, come to me. You’re not the only one who feels lost sometimes, don’t get lost inyourself. You’ve got too many people looking out for ya to do that.” He grabbed Sole’s hand. “You don’t have to face it all alone.” 

Hancock smiled at Sole. “ Looks like we got more in common than I thought.”
“ You mean aside from the deadpan and the sarcasm?” 
“ I’ve almost done it a hundred times over. I’ve considered it, justgoing out on a high, ya know? Literally. And to be honest, if it weren’t for you maybe I woulda done it, too. But you gotta find yoruself somethin’ that makes you excited to wake up in the morning. It doesn’t matter what it is. And if you let me, I’ll do whatever I can to be that thing for you. Or die trying.” 
Sole scoffed, eyes still puffy. “ I’m not sure it’s a good iea to make those kind of jokes. Or to put any kind of pressure on me to be happy.” 
“ Oh, I’m not doing that. You’re a grown-ass (wo)man, I’m not gonna tell you what to be or what to do. But I ain’t going anywhere without ya. But this ain’t the kinda thing you tell people unless you hate that empty feeling. Keep talking to me when you feel it and I’ll help ya. You’re gonna be alright. I’ll keep you safe.Cause you’re the most important thing to me in this whole goddamn world.”

Maxson felt hopeless, felt some sort of unfamiliar panic wash over him. If ther was one thing he wasn’t used to being it was helplessness. He wanted to helo but didn’t have a clue how. “ Sentinel… I would kill for you.” He walked closer to them, looking Sole straight in the eyes. “I would die for you if it came down to it.” He grabbed Sole’s hands. “ But I can’t let you die. Cause I’ve lost a lot of good soldiers, a lot of friends, and I cannot lose you.”
Sole looked at their feet. “But I’m not sure if I can keep going on, Maxson.”
He gritted his teeth. He wasn’t angry at Sole, not dissapointed, just concerned and frustrated by his lack of ability to do anything.
“ Whenever you feel lost, come to me. I know now and I’ll drop anything if you need me to. You can do whatever you want, tell me whatever you want and I won’t use it against you or judge you for it. As long as you don’t do it. “ He had a pleading look in his eyes as he grabbed Sole’s hands in his. “ Please. I am no longer sure if this this world is worth saving for me if it no longer has you in it.”

Preston sighed and asked Sole to sit down on a nearby bench with him. 
“ When I first started all of this I was, um … scared as hell. You know that I often barely managed to hold my head above water. Sometimes I just wanted it all to stop. I’ve seen so much death and misery walking through the commonwealth… it rubs off on you. But I kept going because the people around me needed me. Sometimes I felt some genuine happiness again, in the little things, you know? When I noticed some kids could still be happy, when I saw lovers reunited,… when I saw my guys like Sturges with his eternal optimism. It made me push through. And then you came along and I wasn’t the only one with the weight of the world on my shoulders.There was some hope again, among the pain and the suffering. I’m still not completely okay but I try to go by the little things… you are a reminder that sometimes things get better. But when it all gets too much… “ He gabbed Sole’s hand in his. “You can come to me. I know what it feels like to feel like you’re not enough. As it turns out talking about it helps best, and for me focussing on the little things that make me happy. Like you. Like coming back to the settlement and knowing you’ve given these people a new home. Like the look of relief when we help a settlement and those people realise that they haven’t lost everything. The bravery to start over. You know the story of Pandora’s box right? Once all the misey is out, hope is left. Anyway… just know you can come to me when you want to okay? Cause… I don’t want to lose you.”  

Sturges can’t even stand to see Sole cry, let alone deal with the fact that they’re contemplating ending their life. After they barged in at the Museum of Freedom he felt like he owed them his life but now it came down to it he didn’t know how to return the favor. He looked at them with such hopeful eyes and said “ Hey… I don’t really know how to help but I’ve got your back. You’ve helped us out back at Concord. You saved our damn lives… I wanna do the same for you. You’re one of akind Sole, and this world would be a whole lot darker without you in it. So whenever it gets to much you know where to find me. Same team, remember? “ His heart broke to see Sole nodding their head while they still were having trouble stopping the tears and he pulled them into a hug, holding onto them tightly. “I got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

“ I told you I once thought you looked lost and confused, that you might not be able to handle this life… and how you proved me wrong. How tough and determined you are in spite of all you’ve lost. I told you then you could accomplish anything you set your mind to. I still believe you can. You will overcome this.” He tried to maintain his more composed way of speaking intact but seeing Sole like that… something was hitting a nerve, making him feel something he didn’t usually feel.  
“ X6, I’m not sure if I can. You also told me you were worried I might slow you down and I am doing that now. It’s overwhelming, too much to handle.”
“ I am sworn to protect you.” Sole inhaled deeply, tears still streaming down their face because they were saying goodbeye to their support system. But Sole knew he was probably doing all of this out of a sense of loyalty to Father, a sense of duty.
“ I relieve you of that. You can leave. Nobody will hold it against you. You no longer need to be my bodyguard.You will always be welcome in the Institute but no one will command you any longer.”
“ With all do respect, ma’am/sir, I refuse to leave your side as long as you are in harm’s way.” 
“ This isn’t helping. Knowing I’m a burden, an annoyance to you.It makes it all worse, okay? Just leave.” 
“ Damnit…I am not leaving because I have to protect the one thing that I can’t live without. That’s you.This is no longer just about the Institute. I respect you and I want to be by your side as you take on the world or whatever idiotic thing has gotten into your head that makes you feel insecure. “ He clenched his jaw. “ You do? ”
“ I do… sir/Ma’am. I will aid you in overcoming this in any way you can. I refuse to let you destroy yourself.”

anonymous asked:

Can i request a soulmate au scenario for dazai where they can feel each other's pain when they get hurt??

Ah soulmate AU’s are super cute~

Dazai looked like an idiot.

Atsushi sunk back into the office chair with a frown as his mentor continued to curse and whimper while shaking his hand as if he was trying to get invisible muck off his fingers. At first Atsushi had been concerned about the constant pain Dazai claimed to have on his hands and in certain areas of his face, mainly his tongue, but after two weeks of this Atsushi—much like there rest of the ADA—had learned to ignore it.

The brunette continued to whine about the burning ‘rays of the sun’ melting the skin off his hand as he danced around in circles. Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut after the third time Dazai cried out for help. Silence fell upon the three men after a thunderous boom resonated throughout the building. Now, Dazai’s injuries were at least visible after Kunikida had slammed him face first into the floor. More blubbering fell from Dazai’s lips, muffled of course by a face full of flooring, but nonetheless it was enough to make a vein pop in Kunikida’s forehead.

“How about we go get some dinner?” Atsushi stuttered, attempting to break the ever-growing vehemence and tension.

“Good idea Atsushi-kun!” Dazai mused as he finally pushed himself up on his knees. “If I can even use chopsticks with my injured hand.”

At this point Atsushi wished he had the strength to flip Dazai out the window; instead he groaned and put his forehead on the desk.


The walk to the restaurant was mildly uneventful except for Dazai commenting on how lovely the cherry blossom trees looked and how romantic it would be to hang himself from such a beautiful creation of nature. If Atsushi hadn’t pointed out they had arrived Kunikida would have more likely than not tossed Dazai into his ‘elegant grave’ without a care in the world.

Delicious scents filled the small restaurant as the trio walked through the doors and took their usual seat near the back corner. This was a newer place the ADA had started to frequent when they were out and away from the office. An opportunity to start a new tab and not pay for his meals was something Dazai would never pass up, and he didn’t mind the food either. However, the sting in his hands had been overshadowing the majority of his thoughts for the past week or two. At first he assumed this was an injury sustained at random, but the continuous burns and cuts made his stomach curl. The person meant to be the other half of him—his soulmate—seemed to be constantly in pain and that left him on edge every morning when he woke up.

He’d tried to reason the injuries from all points of view, but there were too many solutions to narrow them down. Regardless of whether they were self-inflicted or not he couldn’t shake the worry that they were, in fact, inflected by someone other than his soulmate. A malicious someone who enjoyed seeing her hands seared with marks, her arms cut with sharp knives, and spots on her neck splattered with boiling water. The thought alone nearly lurched his breakfast all over the table. Rarely did Dazai find himself affected this much by the thought of torture, hell he’d seen it growing up as if it was a natural part of life, but he presumed his connection ran levels deeper with his soulmate. This, he concluded, is why he felt absolutely sick with dread every time he felt his hands grow warm until pricks of stinging, white hot pain engulfed them completely.


Dazai blinked as the fog of his own thoughts cleared and turned to the sound of your voice. Steam billowed like a train engine from the massive pot on the stove as you winced and jumped back, holding the edge of your finger in your mouth. Dazai watched you with a curious smile; he’d seen you running around the back like a chicken with your head cut off more than once now. You were new, inexperienced, and rather adorable as you tried to find your footing in the new restaurant. Cupping his cheek with his palm he lets himself follow your movements.

After a few seconds his eyes widened and the tip of his forefinger began to burn. His breath hitched in his throat as he brought his finger to his mouth to ease the pain, heart hammering roughly in his chest. The moment you disappeared into the back he felt a chuckle rumbling in his throat at his own stupidity. Wordlessly he rose from the table and casually walked behind the counter, sneaking through the double doors where he noticed you leaning against a corner attempting to open a tube of burn gel.

“Oh, did you need something sir? You’re not really supposed to be back here.” You mumble, nearly dropping the tube in your hand.

“Here, let me help.” Dazai chuckles, honey-brown eyes lighting up as they meet with yours.

Gently the cap untwists and Dazai slides the thick gel along the tip of his thumb and begins to rub it feather-light over the reddened skin of your finger. Butterflies explode in his stomach, fluttering their tickling sensation down his arms and legs the moment his skin makes contact with yours. For a moment the world stops and lightening cracks in his chest; he’s never felt so warm.

“Your finger looks red too..” you murmur, attempting to control the flushed feeling engulfing your body. “Please tell me you feel this weird heat and I’m not dying or something.”

Dazai laughs and holds up his own burned finger, though slightly less red, it matches the pattern from the steam burn. Your eyes widen; he sighs and wipes the remaining gel on his injured finger. His torso dips a bit and his eyes flutter close as he brings your injured hand to his lips. He kisses a light trail from below the gel down to the center of your palm and to your wrist.

“My name is Dazai Osamu, and I believe it’s in our destiny that I take you out tonight. Considering you’re my soulmate and all.” He says with a wink.

Your brows furrow; his heart stops.

“Of course, but you’re the reason I always feel like I’m drowning and I’d love an explanation.”

Dazai blinks rapidly and places your hand on his heart.

“Ah! My beautiful other half is talented and smart too! My darling!”

“Get out of my kitchen,” you giggle and tap your palm against his chest, “I get off and seven. Pick me up here at eight and don’t fall into a river on the way home okay?”

Dazai grins and kisses your hand again before slipping out of the door back into the dining room. Kunikida is nose deep in his book, barely noticing or caring about his partner’s exit, while Atsushi’s eyes are focused at the swirling tofu in his bowl. Quietly Dazai plops back down, crossing his ankle over his knee. His head cranes to watch you return to your place in front of the stove, wincing every time he sees you pick up a knife. He would have to teach you how to handle those things better, but despite the irony of having one of the clumsiest and accident prone soulmates in the city he couldn’t help but feel unusually happy and almost completely human.

wotcher, vic

The first time Victoire meets Teddy, he’s two and she’s just been born. She doesn’t remember any of it, but later, much later, her parents would tell her that she’d gurgled at the sight of him like she’d known he was going to end up being her best friend. And then—this part is always accompanied by a knowing smirk—when they brought Teddy up to the new mother and daughter (“Das a bay-bee?” he’s later quoted as saying. “Weird.”), his hair changed from Weasley-red to the same shade of blonde as hers.

“Zis ees Victoire,” her maman had said, smiling down at Teddy. “Do you want to say ‘ello, Teddy?”

And Teddy had cocked his head to the side, nodded in the sort of pompous, overly-excited fashion that only a two-year-old could get away with, and said, “Wotcha, Vic.”


By the time Victoire can talk and walk (and thus cause all sorts of trouble), she and Teddy are inseparable. Literally—Victoire throws tantrums that pay hefty tribute to her Veela heritage whenever she goes more than a few days without seeing her best friend. Sometimes, they hang out at Auntie And-rah-meh-da’s house, but most of the time, it’s either at the Burrow or Shell Cottage or sometimes even Uncle Harry’s house. Her maman frowns when Victoire comes home with her hair a mess and her dress splattered with mud, but because Victoire’s cheeks are always flushed and her grin is set to devour her whole face, she doesn’t say anything.

After all, there’s always Cleaning Charms (and thank Merlin for them). And besides, as Victoire’s daddy likes to say when he thinks Victoire isn’t listening, “at least she’s still young enough that the only trouble she gets into with boys is a spot of mud.”


When Victoire turns two, her maman and daddy sit her on the couch between them and tell her that she’s going to have a sister. Victoire doesn’t care much. A sister would be nice, she thinks. Teddy is nice, but he’s four now. He’s old and sometimes he doesn’t want to hang out with her because she’s too young. Plus, he’s a boy. And boys are gross, even if they’re crazy-haired Metamorphmagus boys named Teddy. (Especially if.)

“My maman’s gonna have a baby,” she tells Teddy a few days later, lying down on the grass beside him.

Teddy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just continues pulling up grass with stubby fingers. “Good,” he says suddenly, and she’s so surprised that she turns to face him. His hair is black like Uncle Harry’s. “You’ll have someone else to play with.”

Victoire’s face screws up. “Why’re you so mean tuh me?” she demands shrilly, sitting up and glaring at him.

Teddy turns away from her, his hair briefly taking on the same shade of green as the grass around them before returning to jet black. “Because I’m older,” he answers angrily, throwing his handful of grass at her. Most of it lands on her dress, but she can feel pieces of it in her hair. “I don’t want to play with babies like you all the time.”

Victoire starts crying. She pushes herself off the ground and runs back to the safety of her home, wishing she’d never met Teddy Lupin. That Muggle girl from the nearby village was right—boys are meanies. But she never thought Teddy could be like them. He’d taught her how to colour and he played in the mud with her and brought her Chocolate Frogs when she was sad. He was nice… wasn’t he?

Or not. Beyond furious and more than a little sad, she stomps into the cottage and slams the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. One of the panes of glass breaks, and her maman comes running into the room at the noise, one hand cradling her tummy, eyes wide. Her daddy is only a few steps behind her, his forehead all scrunched up, wand in hand.

“What ees eet, ma chérie?” her maman asks, crouching down and cradling Victoire’s face in her hands. Her beautiful features—her mother really is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world—are twisted with worry. “What ‘appened? Are you okay? Are you ‘urt? Where ees Teddy?”

When she hears Teddy’s name, Victoire starts to sob even harder. “He—he called me a baby,” she bawls, throwing her arms around her mother. “He said he was glad you’re havin’ a baby ‘cause then he doesn’t have tuh play with me anymore!”

Her mother pulls her onto her lap and starts to rock her back and forth, singing an old French lullaby under her breath. Victoire’s daddy looks angry, but he crouches next to her too, stroking her hair. “I don’t care if the kid’s four and basically family,” he mutters lowly to his wife. “I’m going to kill him.”

Victoire’s maman giggles quietly as she continues to rock Victoire back and forth. “Beell,” she says in the same tone of voice she uses on Victoire when she’s done something bad, “you cannot ‘urt every boy who ‘urts Veeky.”

“But I want to,” Victoire’s daddy mumbles, sounding every bit like his daughter in her most petulant moments.

Victoire’s maman huffs, but there’s a small smile playing out across her lips. “‘e is young,” she says firmly. “And ‘e will make mistakes. Watch—’e will be back to apologize. ‘E cannot stay away.”

And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a timid knock on the door, and it’s Teddy, looking small and lost. “I—uh…” he trails off, his eyes flickering between his scuffed trainers and where Victoire stands behind her father, hands on her hips like Aunt Ginny when she wants to look intimidating. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I was being mean.”

Victoire’s already forgiven him—she forgave him five minutes ago. But she still darts out from being her father and plants a kick square on Teddy’s shin. It gets her a time-out from her mother and an irritated look from Teddy, but her father’s smiling into his palm, so it’s worth it.


Her sister is born four months before Victoire’s third birthday. Victoire’s in St. Mungo’s waiting room with Teddy and Andromeda—she only learned how to properly say the older woman’s name a few weeks ago—because there’s too much screaming in room where her mother and it smells too much like the Burrow after one of Grandma Weasley’s cleaning days.

Finally, a Healer finds them and tells them the baby has been born and would you please come this way, ma’ams and sir. Victoire, scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, grabs Teddy’s hand as they follow behind the adults. Teddy’s hair turns bright red—brighter than her daddy’s—but he doesn’t pull away.

When they reach the room, the rest of her family is already there, crowded around a bed, but they smile and make room for her once they spot her. Victoire catches sight of her mother with a bundle of blankets in her arms, hair dark with sweat, cheeks flushed. But both she and Victoire’s daddy, who’s hovering beside her and looking pale, are smiling widely.

Her mother motions for Victoire come closer. Victoire hasn’t let go of Teddy’s hand yet, so he just follows behind her shyly as she gets closer to the bed. “This ees your new sister, Veeky,” her maman whispers hoarsely, holding the blankets out to Victoire.

Victoire looks down at the blankets, shocked to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at her somberly. It’s so small. Hesitantly, she reaches out a finger and touches one of the baby’s tiny fingers. The baby makes a noise that sounds a little like a laugh, and Victoire’s maman smiles even wider. “‘Er name ees Dominique.”

Victoire doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but she hugs her mom anyways, and when Teddy whispers, “are all babies this ugly?” into her ear, she stomps on his foot even though she kind of agrees with him.


Victoire’s brother Louis arrives when Victoire is four and a half, and Shell Cottage becomes a warzone. Luckily, though Teddy is almost seven now—way older than her—he still hangs out with her when he’s not seeing his other friends.

One day, when everyone’s at the Burrow for Sunday Brunch, he tells her that he’s going to teach Louis all his tricks. Victoire looks at him in her best Aunt Ginny impression—hands on her hips, upturned eyebrows, pursed lips, eyes blazing—and says, “what tricks, Teddy Lupin?” She’s just lost her childish lisp, and it makes her sound older. Teddy blanches.

“Blimey, Ted,” Uncle Ron laughs, clapping an affronted Teddy on the back. “You’d better watch out.”

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Nightmare x Cross 1

Hello, this is my very first story, so enjoy and part 2 well come out soon!

normal pov.

Cross was feeling really depressed and didn’t want to do anything every since that “incident” happened. He often refused to leave and get his meals and he often screamed at night from the horrible thought haunting his dreams and he was rarely getting his needed rest, he was lucky if he had no dreams at all and slept fine, but he was very depressed, until he found that certain item.

Cross pov.

“WTH is this?” Chara yelled in my head, I sighed and examine the note, it said, ‘I’m so sorry I’m putting this burden on you, but please take this locket, but I warn you, it contains a horrible creature in it… But I beg you, please help save them.



I began tearing up and then I began sobbing and shaking, Chara sighed and began to try and comfort me,” I think they had this planned out for some reason, but what do you think?” He said,”I think I should at least carry this burden.” I hic little, I took a deep breath and began to try to calm myself, it was then I heard a bang at my door, I sighed and went to open the door, but as my hand was about to turn the knob, the door was torn from its F*cking hinges, which startle me and I yelped to see a very pissed off Nightmare.”What the f*ck took so long! I was waiting and knocking for about 5 mins.” He growled as he punched me ‘a-cross’ my face, but I didn’t really feel anything, except the numb feeling in my chest, I sighed knowing he was going to shout at me and make me fix my door he tore off, his gaze soften slightly, but then harden again,”Well, hurry up! I have a mission for you.” He hissed, then teleported, I grabbed my door and put all the hinges back and shut the door, I then cried some more, not only about the other problem, but because I had a small crush on Nightmare,’He’ I chuckled in my head and tears fell from my eyes, ‘he would never love me’ I then wiped my tears to see what my mission was.

Nightmare pov.

I felt really bad about punching Cross across his face, I also heard him sobbing from the other side of the door, I know he miss them, but why couldn’t I…”NO!” I shouted loudly to myself and shook my head getting rid of the thought, I heard a knock from the door,”Come in.” I said with a serious tone, Cross peered in the room and sat down in front of my desk, I looked at his eye’s, they glimmered with sadness and fear,but they were beautiful whatever so,my soul began beating faster I cleared my throat,”I want you to find out about this sacred jewel and gather information, I got a feeling it might be useful.” I said bluntly, He looked at the picture and the information and nodded sleepily and he looked horrible, his ‘eyes’ were red and puffy from crying and he looked like he had no sleep, he also was greasy from sweat, which is disgusting.” When should I leave?” He said sleepily,”After you take a shower and have a 5 hour nap.” I said annoyed, He looked up and nodded again and left the room,I sighed sadly,’Why are doing this to yourself Cross?’

Only Look At Me - GD

You slammed the door as soon as you got of the limo and you took big steps avoiding the fans and the paparazzi taking pictures of you, as soon as you got into the elevator you waited for the doors to close but before that happened Jiyong made his way in and stood in front of you, he looked mad really mad, but you didn’t care you were angrier, he looked at you waiting for you to talk, but you refused to meet his eyes so you kept your stare at the doors of the elevator.

Today was supposed to be a special night, it was the opening of your art and photography gallery, a lot of people went, including famous people, including the big bang members 2ne1 and a lot of YG artists, since you have been dating with jiyong for three years now you have become really popular and loved by the YG family especially with the members of IKON and Winner since you were friends with Bobby and Mino, but not only ji yong had arrived two hours late he also decided to make a scene in front of all your friends just because you were having a nice conversation with Mino who of course was left embarrassed and humiliated, his reason? He thought you were flirting with him.

“You’ll have to talk to me someday” he said with a still harsh tone, you rolled your eyes and walked past him when the elevator made a stop in your shared pent house, you ignored gaho and went straight for your room closing the door behind you, you were beyond mad, he couldn’t do this to you he didn’t have the right to, just last week you two had a strong argument because he went out with Kiko Mizuhara he claimed they were just friends but after looking at the pictures of them two dancing and one of her kissing his neck you begged to differ, he couldn’t become jealous when you have done nothing to make him feel that way, you were just talking with mino and he was at a reasonable distance, the worst thing of all is that he was drunk, not so drunk to pass out but drunk enough for you to smell the alcohol coming from his mouth.

After you took all your clothes and grabbed a loose shirt, you sat down in your bed and cried, tonight had been a disaster, you wanted to remember this night forever finally people would enjoy your art and your photography but now it was ruined by the person you thought would be the love of your life.

You were so lost in your thoughts and with your head buried in your hands you hadn’t notice that jiyong had entered the room, you looked up when gaho started to lick your hand, he looked horrible, he had his hair messed up he looked pale and his eyes wore under eye bags, you looked at him waiting for his apology.

“I’m sorry” and there it was “I am really sorry I was caught up in work and I haven’t noticed that it was getting late, but I made it didn’t i?” you looked at him shocked “you are such a fucking asshole” you said pausing and extending every word he looked at you confused “really jiyong? Is that the best you got? This was going to be the most important night of my life and not only you arrived late and drunk but you also had the nerve to make a scene in front of my family and my friends and you are saying sorry for arriving two hours late?” he narrowed his eyes “you shouldn’t have flirted with him” you scoffed and you got up, not wanting to keep arguing you picked up your bag and you started to throw in some of your clothes while jiyong stood there and watched.

“What are you doing?” “What do you think I’m doing? I’m leaving I don’t want to see your face anymore I’m done we are done” you said closing your bag, but before you could put it on the ground jiyong hugged you from behind trapping your arms “let me go” you screamed and you felt him shake his head “no, I’m not letting you go” “Jiyong stop it let me go” he let go of you for a moment but when you turned around he got to his knees and hugged you legs you were about to say something when he started to cry.

“I’m sorry jagi please forgive me, I love you and even if I don’t want to admit it I get scared some times, scared that I will lose you and that you will leave me for some other guy someone who is better than me, younger and more talented, I never got this jealous before and I know it’s not your fault but I am insecure and I need you, please you have to forgive me I don’t know what would I do without you, I need you” he cried with his face in your legs.

You couldn’t hold it any longer “it’s not fair JIyong I don’t do anything to hurt you, I never go near any boys you don’t know in fear that you might get jealous, I only speak with youngbae seungi daesung and seunghyun tonight mino was telling me about a project he had and he wanted my help with it, you know he has a girlfriend and you know that I would never cheat on you, but you go out with your friends and get drunk and meet other girls and I cannot tell you how much that hurts me in fear that you will get mad, it is not fair to me” he looked at you with sad eyes.

“I am not breaking up with you, I just need some time on my own to think about what I want” he stands up and nods “and you should think really hard, do you really love me or you just don’t want to be alone?” he stepped aside.

You grabbed your bags and before you left you kissed his cheek “I love you oppa” and with that you left the apartment leaving gaho and a crying jiyong.


The first thing Dex notices about Nursey is that he’s disgustingly gorgeous. The second is his tattoo.

The first thing Nursey notices, apparently, is that Dex has noticed. He hikes up his sleeve to give Dex a better look. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” Dex says, “it’s nice,” and it is, but that’s not why he’s looking. He’s heard of guys doing ink to embellish their soulmark, and, well, he has to wonder. Because Nursey is the best-looking guy Dex has ever seen, and because Dex’s soulmark lives in a similar place – high up on his own arm, wedged underneath so it can’t be seen unless Dex lifts his arm above his head. His heart thuds dully as he stares at Nursey’s ink and wonders if this could be it.

Then Nursey opens his mouth and breaks Dex’s heart.

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okenobi  asked:

tell us more about the kenobi effect

some Facts about the Kenobi Effect:

1. He makes his troopers faint

2. He spars with Anakin at the temple and always draws an Audience

3. He has dimples that resolve diplomatic incidents 

4. Commander Cody cried a little in his helmet when he realized the armor was gone for good (didn’t we all)

5. He collects marriage proposals from every planet he visits

6. He’s not actually half as charming as he thinks he is, but he’s twice as beautiful 

7. He can’t cook to save his life but his face means everyone tries the horrorfest that is his cooking at least once

8. Anakin has tried it many times, bc he wants to be supportive. Also because of thirst

9. His hair gets all floppy when sweaty and makes the padawans Swoon

10. The Kenobi Effect is strongest when he’s in red

10.1. When he told Ventress that red wasn’t his color, that was his attempt at flirting; it was also a lie

11. he has canonically banged half the galaxy. Just loves them and leaves em wherever he goes

12. He just hasn’t met the other half yet

13. He doesn’t do it often but he sings like an angel. Those who hear it are stuck in love with him until their dying days

14. He slaps Anakin’s ass with training/sparring lightsabers on a regular basis while sparring and Anakin always listens to him for the rest of the day

15. This: 

16. He doesn’t Jar’kai often but when he does, people faint

17. He canonically practices forms in just his leggings

18. He occasionally teaches classes at the temple, and doesn’t know why they’re So popular

19. Has a bondage kink, smiles when tied up and therefore prevents Anakin from going rage monster

20. He canonically befriends animals and picks up strays all over the galaxy. He blames it on Qui Gon and then Anakin

21. He also collects politicians, despite claiming to hate them

22. Got Bail Organa to cook for him regularly

23. Got Anakin Skywalker to love him; a truly unstoppable force


25. Dirty Injured Obi;; people flocked to help him stand, even just for two seconds, and kept helping him move distances less than two feet

Awwwww! Thanks so much for all the kind words! I worked really hard on this one, but I’m snot sure how it turned out. I’m kind of worried it’s bad, tell me if you liked it! I hope you enjoy!

Tom dialed the phone and let his thumb hover above the ‘Call’ button. Same thing he’s been doing every hour for the past day. Tom closed his eyes and threw his phone down on the bed, flopping down next to it. “I can’t do it, I can’t do it.” He whispered. Tom sat up and covered his face with his hands. He was too scared to say anything! He couldn’t even force the words out. The fear of rejection was too nerve wracking. The demon curled in a ball and then perked up once he got an idea. Maybe he didn’t have to tell him. Tom ran over to the bookshelf and grabbed a big binder.

He smiled when he found the exact spell he needed. A truth spell, if he could curse Marco to tell him exactly how he felt, then he would know if Marco had any sort of feelings for Tom. So Tom would be sure, and he wouldn’t have to put his heart out, just for it to be crushed. Tom set the items needed on the table and looked at the page.

Tom closed his eyes and put his hands down over the page, casting his spell. It was odd though, normally he felt something taken out of him. And he felt a little wave of tiredness, even if it was tiny and wore off at once. But this spell was like some sort of energy was entering him, and giving him something new. Tom opened his eyes and looked confused. “Did I… do that right?” He asked himself.

Tom shook the odd feeling off and grabbed his phone to text Marco, just to ask if he wanted to get together. Tom felt that same bubbly, happy feeling well up when he saw Marco said yes. Tom grinned and grabbed his hoodie, running out to meet Marco.


“Hey Tom!” Marco smiled big and gave the demon a hug. Tom felt his face heat up and he pulled away from the human before burning him. “You okay?” Marco asked, smiling warmly. Tom felt his face heat up more.

“Just nervous.” He blurted out. As soon as he said that he covered his mouth. Tom didn’t mean for that to come out.

“Nervous? Why? Is everything okay?” Marco asked, leaning forward. Tom tried to keep his hands over his mouth but there seemed to be some sort of weird force, his hand got ripped away and he kept rambling.

“Yes, you make me nervous.” Tom tried to stop himself from speaking, but to no avail All he managed to do was delay it a few seconds. Marco took a step back and seemed confused and a little worried.

“Am I… doing something wrong?” Marco asked. Tom gasped and shook his head. He felt a familiar tingle and the words he wanted so desperately to keep in, came spilling out.

“No! You never do anything wrong! I think you’re perfect!” Tom cried. He clapped a hand over his mouth and felt his face flushed even redder that it was before. Fire was burning all around his feet and he had little flames sparking up on his hair. Tom tried to bite his lip hard to keep from blabbering.

Marco stared at his oddly for a long time. “Tom I… is everything okay with you?” He asked. Tom tried to stay quiet. But that proved unuseful.

“It’s the spell… I messed it up I always mess things up!” Tom gasped and tugged on his ears. “I wanted to curse you! I cursed me! Why did I do this I’m so stupid!” Tom yelled. Marco’s eyes widened.

“Tom! Don’t say that you aren’t- wait did you say you wanted to curse me? Again!?” Marco demanded, going from sympathetic to angry. Tom fell back, he wanted to keep his mouth shut as to not make it worse, but he failed.

“Yes! I’m sorry, I just had to know if you liked me.” Tom admitted. Marco’s anger melted away and he began to get more confused.

“If I… like you?” Marco asked. Tom’s ears dropped and he felt a heavy feeling of anxiety.

“Oh no I ruined it all!” Tom stressed. “I just had to know! I couldn’t get rejected! I can’t get broken like that! I love you too much!” Tom cried. As soon as those awful words came out of his mouth Tom gasped loudly and covered his mouth with both hands. He pulled his hood up over his head and tried to stay silent. But the curse made him say one last thing. “I’m in love with you Marco, please don’t be angry.” Tom begged.

“Tom I…” Marco was astounded. He had no clue Tom felt this way. And him blurting out confession after confession so suddenly and rapidly made it hard to wrap his head around. Marco sighed and sat down next to Tom. “Did you say you were in love with me?” Marco asked. Tom only nodded this time. “Oh Tom…” Marco trailed off. “I… What curse?” He asked. Tom bit his lip and kept blabbing.

“There was this spell, that forces people to tell the truth. Like Naysayer but… different. I meant to cast it on you but I messed it up, I cast it on myself. I wanted to curse you so… you would tell me exactly how you feel about me. So I wouldn’t give you my heart just to get it crushed.” Tom told Marco everything. He looked away and his ears dropped down. Tom had tears welling up in his eyes. The embarrassment of all of this was too much, And he couldn’t sense the rejection that was to follow.

But to Tom’s surprise he felt arms wrap around him. Tom’s head shot up and he saw Marco hugging him close. Tom looked at him with wide eyes and Marco just hugged the demon. “Stop doubting yourself, stop doubting everything.” Marco whispered. “You’re feelings matter, don’t ignore them.” Marco told him. Tom shook his head and tear began to fall.

“I… I… I don’t know. I don’t… I can’t keep ignoring this. I had to know but I couldn’t tell you.I tried to call a million times but I was too scared.” Tom blubbered. Marco held him tighter and Tom pulled away. “Marco, stop being silent, please just say something!” Tom begged. When Marco was still quiet more tears welled up in Tom’s eyes. ‘I never should have said anything, I never should have called you… I messed it all up! I messed everything up again! Of course you don’t love me I… I don’t even love me.” Tom sobbed.

“Tom, it’s okay.” Marco comforted. He held the demon close and just hushed him. “Don’t talk like that, you’re an amazing person and… I’d be really lucky to have somebody like you.” Marco added, with a dark blush spreading across his face. Tom looked up curiously.

“What are you saying?” Tom asked. Marco smiled a bit.

“Well… As shocked as I am about you admitting all of this… I think you’re nice.” Marco admitted. He then blushed deeper. “More than nice actually… you’re sweet and cute and funny, I’d love to have dinner with you.” Marco beamed. Tom was watching him in absolute shock.

“But…” Tom wiped away some stray tears and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, you just saw me cry and freak out… I cursed myself, then showed up, cried and nearly had a panic attack.” Tom listed the embarrassing events. “How-how do you still like me?” Tom asked. Marco smiled and shrugged, reaching out to hold Tom’s hand.

“I don’t care any of that. I don’t blame you for showing emotion.” Marco explained. “It’s normal and… I’m really happy you shared that with me.” Marco added. Tom looked up at him confused and the human gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tom flared up with flustered flames and a deep blush. “So, are you going to take me to dinner?” Marco teased. Tom swallowed hard and nodded.

“Of course I will.” He promised. “I’d do anything for you. I think you’re so amazing.” Tom blabbered. “I picture how amazing a date with you would be everyday. I daydream about you, I’m so in love with you.” He continued, blushing deeper as he went on and on uncontrollably. He then bit his lip. “Maybe… after this curse wears off though.”

Oh God. I don’t know if I just thought of the most Hilarious Prompt idea or the most Horrifying.

You know that meme going around: STOP TELLING PEOPLE I AM DEAD! Its like I can still hear their voice?

Well it inspired me. Probably in the worst of ways.

 Imagine if Tony & Steve meet and Steve asks Tony on a date, but Steve’s still wearing his wedding ring. So he tries to explain that Bucky is on tour, in the marines right now, but they have an arrangement that if the other ever found someone worth adding to their relationship they’d take the chance. But all Steve gets out is that hes gone (or something like that) and Tony (jumping to conclusions) says “say no more” thinking Bucky has passed away and Steve can’t bare to move on.

Steve’s so relieved that he doesn’t have to explain further, thinking that Tony understands what hes getting into. (an eventual joint relationship with them)

So Steve writes Bucky telling him all about Tony and how he cant wait till Bucky meets him. Bucky is sort of laughing at him when he writes back, saying hes looking forward to the man his Husband thinks would be a good fit for them both.  

So Steve of course talks to Tony about Bucky all the time. Which Tony respects, cause how could Steve not talk about his past love? And of course fate intervenes every moment that would clarify Bucky is still alive and still very in love with Steve.  (and quickly falling for Tony, after Steve starts telling all these funny stories and waxing poetic)

Tony of course is falling in love with them both (even though Bucky is gone and he feels really guilty about it cause god that makes him such a creep.)

Then Bucky gets in the an accident, he looses his arm and suddenly hes getting Honorably Discharged. Suddenly his on the road home to Stevie and this new man who sounds so wonderful, but hes not ready to face them yet, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. So he stays for some heavy post-op PT and therapy.

So Steve just cries to Tony all horrified saying “Bucky…”  And then breaks down in tears before explains what happened. And Tony just thinks its a bad night and comforts him and mourns a little too for the great man he thinks hes never going to meet.

Fate intervenes some more keeping Tony from realizing, that this talk about Bucky loosing his arm isn’t in past tense and every time Steve tries to talk about Bucky's  recovery (wishing he could come home so he could help) they get interrupted by Sam and Natasha.

Tony is starting to get confused cause people are starting to talk about Bucky in present tense, but he shrugs it off as nostalgia. Which just makes him wish more that he could meet this legend.

Bucky begins to improve and Steve gets better and things are getting better. Finally after a long stint with PT and therapy, Bucky is ready to come home.

Steve’s excited and nervous and worried, thinking Tony knows whats going on and is excited and nervous about Bucky too.

Meanwhile Tony is panicking cause how can he be falling in love with a dead man and said mans widowed husband. He feels like his betraying someone hes never met and hes nervous to tell Steve cause he doesn’t want Steve to hate him.

So one day in the afternoon Tony is sitting in the living room where hes talking to Bucky’s picture, saying shit like  I love him so much and I can’t help, but fall in love with you too and I know that seems wrong, because we never met. But I hope that I am enough for Steve, that I could have been enough for you too.

That’s when Bucky  decides to interrupt (who only heard the last part) with a blush and  a smile leaning on the door jam:  “Any man who can enthrall Stevie is man enough for me.”  All cocky (even if its a little shaky) and flirty n’ shit.

And Tony just shrieks in fright, faints.   Bucky of course is self concussion thinking it because of the arm. Steve’s furious and confused. Until Tony wakes up and starts yelling at Steve about how “you said he was dead” “i thought he’d passed away, that you hadn’t moved/having trouble moving on”  “i thought i was falling love with dead man and I was feeling so fucking guilty for being such a creep” all high pitched and panicked. ” and then he just shows up..” and hes stuttering and pale.

And Bucky who is relieved that this isn’t some horrible reaction to his arm, just starts busting up laughing, and says between breaths  “Stevie, stop going around telling people I am dead. I am right here.”  and then he starts laughing again because only fucking Steve would get this shit all twisted around.  Such a fucking punk.” he says sounding fond and exasperated.

Steve’s just standing there horrified. “Buck its not funny.”

Which makes him laugh harder and then he grins all sexy at Tony, “Hi I am Steve’s, not-dead husband, and we’d like to date you.”

Then chaos and a happy ending ensue from there.

Natasha enjoys the hell out of telling this story on their Wedding day.

The Edge of the Night

She wasn’t sure why it had come to a head at 1:17 AM on the last day of July, but that’s when it happened.

Tom didn’t know why he’d woken up, but even in the dark he knew right away that Taylor wasn’t in the bed alongside him.  He pulled on a t-shirt and left the bedroom, walking down and finding her in the den, curled up on the corner of the couch, surrounded by darkness.

“Hey,” he said softly when he entered the room.  He didn’t want to startle her. “Whats wrong?”  He sat down beside her and rested a hand on her back.

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry,” she said, turning away, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t go back with you. It’s too much.” She stood and walked to the other side of the room and looked out the window at the pitch black backyard. “I’m sorry.”

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member: suga

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“What’s you relationship with another?”

Suga rolled around on top of you as you kissed things were burning up after the long wait of today.Being on tour with Bangtan wasn’t easy. being a young manager for Bangtan was even harder, staying away from Min Yoongi during day time hours was the hardest. Because things kept heating up matter of fact. it would be nice if you started taking cloths off now.

He bit your lip and smiled.

Suga looked at you as you found you self looking down. images of last night popping in your head.

(suga grouping you at the dinner table last night, you wore no underwear)

Jungkook was prying again. He was so noisy and now all the boys were just as curious as he.

Suga cleared his throat.

“Were just friends,” he said picking around at the food he ordered.

Suga was in between your legs but then sat upright to look at you, him standing on his knees in between your legs You tugged at the hem of his jeans wanting him to hurry up.
He smiled at you and waved a finger at you , “nuh uh”

he then took his jacket off. But you were left in disappointment as that’s all he took off.

You whined accordingly. And huffed back. Your hair spread across the pillow of sugas bed in the hotel in New York you guys were staying at. Suga took the time to unbuckle his belt  still staring at you never breaking contact. He didn’t take himself out. He wanted you to.

“ interesting,” jungkook smiled as if he knew something the other didn’t. The guys looked at you staring at you. You felt like they all knew and you two just were liars.

“Come on Jungkook! leave them alone in pretty sure they are just friends like they said,” Jimin said hitting Jungkook in the arm.

Jungkook just smiled like an asshole he was

As soon as Suga got his jacket off he continued making out with you pushing him self into your core. You whimpered at the contact. He rolled you around to put you on top never breaking the kiss. He was so hungry for you ever since he found out you weren’t wearing underwear under that short skirt you wore yesterday at the venue.

“Yeah leave them alone.” Jhope called after Jimin. “ we don’t even have time for a girlfriend, we all know that the group comes first, so why would Suga hyung do that?Plus she is our manager” jhope shoved his hamburger in his mouth

“Exactly,” you said making it more believable.

You found it exhilarating to be apart of his world even though he was busy a lot and you were busy taking care of him and six other boys, when you got to spend time with him it wasn’t to be wasted. Time was precious and time never got wasted.

Suga was roaming all over your body.kissing your neck back to your lips. suga pulled your tits out and sucke dthe shit out of the mounds he seen bouncing all day. And you found your self grinding on his hard clothed manhood, you was so needy wanting him inside you. You left a pool of your juices on his lap coating his pants and boxers.

Suga took the time to slide his hand down your back past your ass to get to your core. Slipping his findings right in as he continued to kiss you. You moaned out as he started to finger fuck you into bliss. He pulled out to rub your juices all around. Sliding up and down your slit it making you moan when he brush across your bud.

Also why don’t we all just mind our own business instead of preying into another’s private life?” Suga stared at jungkook.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Hey hey hey it was just a question, I’ve bet we’ve been all wondering the same, we just wanted to know just to be sure we wasn’t making things up.”


Suga blankly stared at all of them.

“You too huh Jhope?” who had just defended suga and you earlier along with jimin.“

jhope just sat there not saying anything and jungkook laughed.

Jhope threw a pack of sugar across the table at jungkook for opening his big ass mouth. He could never let anyone live, and would drag everyone down with him to prove a point.

” yah, hyung you know I just wanted to know. You know how curious I get.“ jhope finally spoke

Suga rolled his eyes.

"Yah hyung.” jhope whinned.

Suga continued to ignore him while jhope glared at jungkook.

“just out of everyone’s curiosity."suga looked at jhope. "we aren’t dating.”

You reached underneath you to pull sugas member out. suga gasped at the contact. He had pulled that skirt up over your hips and made it known what he wanted you to do. You took him and rubbed it against your wet womanhood. It wanting to slid in because of wetness while you tease him.

you pushed the tip in and suga hissed of how good it felt.and so you slowly slid down him opening you up filling the desire you wanted. Suga laid there while he clasped your hands behind your back and while you slowly moved your bottom up and down on him.

your lips were always connected and and he moaned into your mouth as you picked up the pace.

jhope gave suga this look suga ignored it. still Jhope tried to get his hyungs attention. “pass me the salt Jin.” he said ignoring Jhope reaching his hand over jhope to wait for jin to give it to him.

Jungkook cracked up. Suga keeping his serious face on. Jin finally passed the salt.

Suga was waiting all day for this so he would most likely come fast. and you had to hurry just incase the boys would come back from window shopping.

suga let go of your hands taking each but cheek in his hands and forcing you up and down quickly. you moaned and groaned out the sensation going through your body. it was heating up and you could feel it in your face. your ears felt red and you were probably blushing sex.

suga digged his nails into the skin of your ass and kissed your neck and moaned. your eye brows knitted together concentrating on the frustration to cum on his cock. you wanted it. you wanted to cum you wanted to scream out in ecstasy.  

and then suga did this.

“ive been wanting you all day,’ he groaned into your ear. "you make me so horny all the time i cant control myself any longer.” he moaned into your ear. that was enough to send you over the edge and cum.

you started crying out his name and suga pushed your ass up and down faster on his fat pale cock and rode you out you getting every one last bit of the sensation.

now you were sensitive and with every touch it made you cry out.

suga was now pounding into you with force and you knew he wanted to cum. so you kissed his neck and tried the same. “ baby it feels so good, you moaned into him. "it makes me wet when i think about us fucking like this. i think about it all day until you give me what  need.”

suga groaned. “more malhaeba”

“ im falling in love with you,” suga hungerily kissed you and ponded you. you cried into his mouth and finallly he came.“ he rolled his hips into you some more before he got every last drop out.

"you love me,” he kissed your neck.“

"now lets just talk about the fact that your a liar.” suga sprinkled salt onto his food and then passed the salt to you because he knew you so well by now. and then you both looked up at jungkook.

“what?” suga didn’t seem phased.

jungkkook started to laugh.

“more malhaeba,”

suga choked on his food and hid his face behind his fore arm.

sugas face drained of color and so did yours. it was like a cloud hung over you both.

jungkook started laughing.

“you love me,” jungkook did it in a out of breath moan like tone.

suga got up in the restaurant, and jungkook started to get up.

“hyung hyung.”

“fucking maknae”

jungkook started dying of laughter. 

“i lied too. i lied when i said i went window shopping with the boys. i was in the bathroom. i should have told you but what i found out was amazing,” Jhope had his hands around Jungkook’s neck pretending to choke him.

by this point sugas face was heated up in embarrassment. the others seemed lost.

suga went back to his seat earning glances from the americans looking at him like a crazy foreigner tryna choke the boy.

“okay,w-” suga tried to speak he laughed and he looked at you.“ you laughed and you looked at everyone all of them waiting. jungkook looking amused.

"since the maknae wants to be a little shit. he’ll tell you.”

“sugaandmangernoonaisfucking.” leaving no time to breath in between words

bangtans reaction

jimin smirked and looked at the blushing suga and you. “caught in a lieeeeeeeeeeeee”


Of course I can write a sequel! I worked really hard on this! And it’s actually based on the Mabel-Land episode in take back the falls, you’ll see why! A little bit of dreamscapers too TBH. Both of them. I hope you enjoy it and ask me for a continuation if you’d like! Enjoy!

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Marco rubbed his eyes and looked up. As soon as he looked out he gasped. Everything was different, and nothing was what either kid expected Tom’s dream to be like. Well, Marco saw the first part coming a little bit. There was a big open field filled with rabbits that all looked like Marshmallow. “Yup, this is Tom’s dream.” Marco confirmed. Star looked around and smiled big, running to the rabbits.

“Bunnies!” She cried, picking them up and hugging them.

“Star focus! How do we get Tom to wake up?” Marco took the rabbit away from her and she shook her head.

“Right, we need to find Tom in his dream, his subconscious. And I guess we just… talk to him? And ask him to wake up?” Star guessed. Marco groaned and put the rabbit on the ground, running his fingers through his hair.

“You guess!? Star do you know what you’re doing?” He asked. Star shrugged and Marco groaned again. “If you don’t know how to incept dreams, why did you take me in here to do it!?” Marco demanded.

“Stop yelling at me! What other choice did we have?” Star asked. Marco fell silent. She was right, it was either this or say goodbye to Tom forever.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, let’s go find Tom.” Marco agreed. He grabbed Star’s hand and they began walking down a path in the middle of the field of rabbits. They walked for near an hour before Marco stopped Star. “Hey so… this path is pretty convenient, right?” He asked. Star nodded. “And what do we know about Tom?” Marco asked.

“He likes to give people a hard time.” Star rolled her eyes. Marco nodded.

“So why does his dream have a well placed path for us in the middle of his field of rabbits?” Marco asked a third question. “I don’t think we should go this way.” He guessed. Star gave him a confused look. “We’ve been walking for about an hour and… nothing looks different.” Marco pointed out.

“Well where else would Tom be?” Star asked. “And why else would he have this path here?” Marco thought for a moment.

“He doesn’t act like it… but he’s shy.” Marco told her. Star gave him an odd look and Marco nodded. “He has social anxiety, he gets nervous around people. Even if he won’t admit it or act that way.”

“So what are you saying?” Star asked.

“I’m saying he wouldn’t have a path leading right to him, this is to lead away from him.” Marco explained. He then looked around and pointed at an uphill area that led through shrubs. “He’s past there.” Marco decided. Star groaned and fell back.

“Of course he is. Let’s go.”


“Help me go higher!” Star called down to Marco. He was helping her scale a wall that they came across. And Marco insisted that the only way to find Tom was to go over. Marco gave Star a shove and she topeled over the wall. “Marco! You have to get over here!” She called, her voice sounded shocked. Marco gripped Star’s hand and she pulled him up over.

“Is this… Paris?” Marco asked, confused. Star nodded.

“Yeah… it looks like it. Why would Tom’s ideal dream take place in Paris?” Star asked, she was just as confused as Marco, if not more so. The kids sat on the wall for a while until they heard a voice.

“Hello up there! You aren’t supposed to sit on the wall, you should stay inside the city.” Star and Marco looked down and saw a little boy with the same three eyes as Tom, only he had much smaller horns and freckles. He looked to be about six-years-old.

“Why should we stay in the city?” Star asked, jumping down.

“Folks don’t tend to leave this place, it’s nice here.” The little boy explained. Marco jumped down and stared at the boy intently. “Come on I’ll show you around if you’d like.” He offered. Star went to follow him but Marco took her by the shoulder to stop her.

“Oh right,” Star remembered “we’re actually trying to find our friend.” She explained.

“Well problem solved!” The boy smiled. “I’ll be your friend! Now let’s go!” He exclaimed. Star shook her head.

“No, no, no. We’re looking for a specific friend.” She corrected. “Marco help me out here.” Star asked her friend, but Marco was just staring at the boy. “Uh, earth to Marco?” Star asked, waving her hand. Marco took Star aside for a moment.

“Star, what are dreams usually?” He asked. But before she could say anything he responded. “Thoughts and memories. I think this kid is Tom… but a Tom from a different point in his life.” He explained.

“Why would Tom be dreaming of his six-year-old self?” Star asked. Marco shrugged.

“I don’t know! Why is he dreaming about Paris!?” Marco cried. “But maybe he knows where the real, current Tom is. The one whose dream this is.” He guessed. The duo looked over at the six-year-old and waved. “Uh, hey, buddy…” Marco stammered. “Can you take us to Tom?” He asked. The boy made a bit of a confused face and then got up, he began running off in one direction and Star and Marco sprinted to try and keep up.

“Wait! Wait hold on!” Marco cried. He rounded a corner and saw the boy was gone, but there was a big tower in his place. Not a castle-type tower, more like an old shop, or a tall house of some sort. Confusing, yes. “Do you think he’s in there?” Marco whispered. Star caught her breath and shrugged, approaching the door.

“Only one way to figure it out.” As soon as they were about to enter they stopped when the same child-voice spoke behind them.

“If you want to see him, just be sure not to break the rule.” He warned, but before Marco could say anything else he ran off. Marco gulped and pushed the door open. There was a long hallway with windows, but each window had a view of something different. Something that was either lit up brightly, or dimming down.

“What’s all this?” Marco asked. Star peered through one of the windows and gasped.

“Remember what you said about dreams being made up of memories… I think these are the memories Tom is using to create this dream.” Star concluded. Marco walked behind her and looked confused.

“How do you know?” He asked, but she just motioned to the window. Marco looked through at the memory and gasped when he saw it.

“It’s really nice! With a lot of lights and food and sights! I want to go there one day.” Past Marco mused. Tom giggled a little and looked at the picture of the Eiffel Tower.

“I have to be honest, I don’t get it.” He giggled. “But one day I’m going to take you there, just you and me.” Tom beamed.

“I told him I wanted to go to Paris… that’s why he’s dreaming of Paris, Star!” Marco exclaimed. He ran to the next window. It was of Tom and Marco playing with Marshmallow. “And Marshmallow! Of course, his rabbit is so important to him.” Marco concluded, going back to the field that surrounded the city.

“Marco… all of these memories have you in them.” Star realized. Marco looked around and saw the same thing. Every single memory had Marco in it, but only the good times he’s spent with Maroc. Not one of their fights, or breakdowns, or even awkward moments was featured in the long hallway. “This is like dream-central. Do you know what that means?” Star asked. Marco sighed and looked away.

“It means Tom really loves me, and he was crushed when Dave made me hurt him so badly.” He sighed.

“No.” Star corrected. “It means if the real Tom is anywhere, it’s going to be here.”

anonymous asked:

Lance and Allura brotp Headcanons??

  • they get to talking one day and bond over their families
    • lance talks about losing his dad and how that went for his family and how his mother had to take on an extra job to deal with the load
    • allura never got to know her mother as she died in childbirth and she talks about how much she had always wanted a mother figure growing up
  • both of them were given a whole lot of responsibility way too quickly
    • lance had to take care of all his siblings while his mom was at work, which was essentially always
    • allura was taught how to be a queen ever since she was five, her father constantly testing her and her decision making
  • there are times where lance will be wandering the castle at night, too worked up to sleep and find allura crying outside of the room where she would talk to alfor’s ai
    • he doesnt say anything, just sits next to her and wraps an arm around her, rubbing her arm
  • allura doesn’t understand how human customs work for comforting people, so she tends to just blabber about old things from altea, completely distracting lance when he’s down
  • lance teachers her what dat boi is (his favorite meme)
    • she doesn’t use it right at first, just randomly saying it when she finds something funny
    • but then she starts saying it under her breath whenever shiro walks in the room, dissolving lance into a fit of laughter
  • they’re each others’ best wingman
    • lance feeds her little lines to go and say to shiro whenever they walk past each other, sometimes even being in her earring com when they’re having a long talk
    • allura starts purposefully putting lance and keith on missions together, making the two spend more and more time together
  • lance likes to comb and braid allura’s hair
  • he teachers her how to take care of her skin, happily giving her some of his face masks, face wash, and various lotions and oils, careful to explain what each one is for
  • allura focuses the ship’s biggest telescope onto earth, finding a beach or a forrest, or a storm
    • she calls lance into the bridge, showing him various pictures of his home planet
    • she hugs him as she cries, starting to talk about the similarities and differences of it to altea as she comforts him

send me your headcanons or ask for mine!