he checks up on her

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In today’s episode of the clock-verse we meet Orion’s sister and damn she takes no hostages

anonymous asked:

Do you still believe in jonsa? :( I really want them to be together :( I want to believe jon is playing daenerys i can't just accept he would bend the knee easily!

Hi sweet anon,

I do still believe in Jonsa. I’ll always believe in it, until the last ASOIAF book comes out to prove me wrong.

Jon and Sansa’s relations have been set up and written to be romantic – both in the show and in the book in my opinion. Not for a one-night stand, not for sexual tension, not for political marriage; but for finding comfort in each other, safety, trust, peace, love and family, something that nobody else in the World could give them. All they long for is the North, the Starks, their family and their home, and who could understand that better than they do themselves? Who else could understand their pain?

Let’s look back:

They had the most emotional reunion out of all characters on the show. None of the men in castle black have looked at them and thought they were siblings. They all must’ve thought they were long-lost lovers. 

The stare™ and the cheesy smile:

When was the last time Jon or Sansa laughed like this? Who else makes them happy like this? 

LOOK AT THIS!!!! For god’s sake if my sibling looked at me like this I would’ve called the police by now

Now, the letter from Ramsay. Look at how he looks as Sansa to check up on her before reading the letter. 

When it got to the r*pe bit, Jon threw it away and looked away in anger.

When Sansa carries on reading, look at his face. Look how gently he lookes at her.   

He loves her.

Now, for the fur-coat scene. This is important - Sansa tells Jon “You are a Stark” without really saying anything. 

For god’s sake look at him

Then the heated argument in the tent. (can you imagine if this was Jon with another specific character arguing in a dark tent while breathing heavily? the internet would go crazy) Jon was really trying to be angry here, but couldn’t. He still looks at her like this: 

“I won’t EVER let him touch you again. I’ll protect you I promise”.

We all know Jon’s reaction to Ramsay mentioning Sansa in his bed *kill bill sirens* Have you ever seen Jon being so protective over anyone like that before? 

I also found interesting how Jon found and was looking at Sansa when the Vale’s army marched in:

After the battle, Sansa was the only reason he didn’t beat Ramsay to death. 

And then the forehead kiss. 

This is not a brother showing affection to his sister. This is something else. This is far too loving, far too intimate, far too long.

And then another stare.

Then, she makes him laugh once again, like nobody else does.

And she finally looks happy. 

And when Jon becomes the King in the North, he looks at her. 

Continuing into season 7, we’ve got this gem, where Littlefinger says he loves Sansa and Jon gives us one of his angriest moments in the show:

He entrusts Sansa with his kingdom and his people

and he tenderly looks back to look at her one last time before he sets off

And lastly, the thought of her is the only thing that stops him from killing Theon.

I know this got long, sorry, but there are so many little moments, touches and looks that are so important. We know they’ve been rushing the show, they’ve been rushing J0nerys, but they haven’t rushed this. Why? Why haven’t they rushed Jon and Sansa and concentrated on them building trust for each other? Their affection for each other? 

Because, dear anon, I believe that Jon and Sansa will end up together. And you should too! 

- bellamy blake, asking the important questions in 4x11

Keith’s entire existence has No heterosexual explanation

Amy and the Egos...

Mark made sure to let the Egos know that Amy was absolutely off limits. She is free to roam their building (Ego Inc. as they’ve begun to refer to it) because even Mark would never try to tell Amy where she could and couldn’t go, but if they so much as touch a single golden hair on her perfect head, Mark would definitely put them in the ground.

Amy actively avoids Dark. His parasitic gray aura and snide remarks turn her stomach. It bothers her how much he looks like Mark—those same brown eyes that are full of deceit and hatred for her. But she prefers that hatred to the times when he tries to seduce her, using Mark’s own voice and mannerisms against her.

She goes to the Googles whenever she’s having trouble with her computer, and Yellow practically falls over himself at any chance to help her. Amy pretends not to notice the way his synthetic skin blushes deeply whenever she enters the room. The others, however, oblige because it’s in their programming and give Yellow sideways glares when they think Amy isn’t looking.

Dr. Iplier, at first, insists on giving Amy check-ups whenever he catches her in the hallway. Amy obliges because the Doctor is one of the easier Egos to talk to, but after a while, he becomes jealous of how much attention she gets from the others.

Wilford is Amy’s favorite, and while he tries to pretend that he doesn’t care for her company, he can’t resist an audience. He’s always making flippant threats, but Amy knows he’d never hurt her. In fact, there have been times when Dark has gotten Amy cornered, and Wilford Warfstache swoops in, candy-coated charisma practically lighting up the room, to drive Dark away, back to his office.

Bim Trimmer is Amy Nelson fan #1. She’s pretty sure he has a t-shirt with her face on it, not that he would admit it. He shows her his collection of tiny plants that he keeps in his changing room (a modified broom closet, but it’s still something). Amy secretly talks to Will about giving him a better space, and when Warfstache shows Bim his new room, he may or may not have dropped a few hints that it was Amy’s idea.

At first, Amy is scared stiff of the Host, but after a while, her curiosity wins out. She’s seen the videos of him as the Author, but the man that she finds hunched over his desk in the dark is not the Author. The Host is impressed that she isn’t fazed by the bandages, and when he finds out that she’s read his books, he becomes Amy Nelson fan #2. Together, they discuss the Host’s podcasts (which Amy listens to while she’s on her adventures) and his story ideas.

On rare occasions, Amy will spot the King of the Squirrels scampering through the halls with peanut butter all over his face, screaming something about his beautiful, fluffy subjects. She once tried to make a PB&J in the building’s kitchen when the King walked in on her. She forgot how high-pitched Mark’s screams could be…

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Purr Purr Purr

Blame that trailer.


“Did you hear that?” Sabine glanced at her husband with a frown.

They were just about to head off to bed, when they heard the odd noises from Marinette’s room.

“Maybe she is working on a sewing project again?” Tom suggested while glancing at the roof of the kitchen. She didn’t have school tomorrow, so it wasn’t really a problem if she wanted to stay late.

“No, listen carefully.” Sabine motioned for him to be silent.

The noises from the streets weren’t that audible, but the odd sounds coming from Marinette’s room were. It sounded familiar but still weird.

“Maybe we should check on her.” he suggested and Sabine nodded.

They went up the stairs, trying to not to make too much noise. Once they reached the trap door, the sounds were very clear. Purring. Tom and Sabine exchanged a glance. Marinette wasn’t allowed with pets in the bakery. Did she just find an injured stray and took it in? Knowing Marinette, it was possible. But she should have told them about it. They exchanged a look and Sabine gestured for Tom to open the trapdoor.

They certainly didn’t expect to find their daughter cuddling with Chat Noir.

“Marinette?”


Marinette giggled against Chat’s lips as she stroked one of his ears. “I still can’t believe you purr.”

Chat, seemed pretty much gone, his face was red and he had an open-mouthed smile. If she had to take a wild guess, she would say he was close to drooling.

“Oh, minou, minou.” she cooed while petting him. “Who is the most adorable kitty ever?”

Chat’s purrs got even louder as he answered. “Meeeee.”

She stopped abruptly, making Chat whine. Then, she laid back on the chaise, opening her arms wide. “Here, Chaton.”

He lunged into her arms and rested his head against her chest purring loudly while Marinette cuddled him. She really loved his cat tendencies. It was way too adorable. Maybe they could even go to sleep now. Hm…

“Marinette?”

She almost jumped out of her skin and screamed when she noticed her parents looking at her. Even Chat stopped purring and looked up in alarm.

“Maman, papa, I can explain.”

Well, no, she couldn’t really. How do you explain to your parents that you are cuddling with a superhero because his cat tendencies made him adorable beyond possibility and you couldn’t resist?

“Don’t worry honey.” her father said, taking his phone out and snapping a picture. “Chat Noir, you should come to dinner sometimes.”

Sabine nodded along. “Yes, yes. We will leave you two now.” she took Tom’s arm and guided him back down the stairs and followed. Before she closed the trapdoor she smiled at Marinette.

“Don’t forget you have condoms in your nightstand, dear.”

“MAMAN!”

Heart on the Line (part 17)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1059

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Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2


“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.

Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.

Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.

He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.

Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.

Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.

Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.

Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,

“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”

Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.

“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,

“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”

Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.

Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.

Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?

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She was breathtaking. She would never think so herself, but man she drew every eye in the room. 

They way her dark blue dress clung to her curves, and the smile she was wearing made her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting. 

Shawn was watching her from across the room. He would feel his chest tighten when she would laugh for smile at someone else. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the one making her laugh or smile like that. 

He was hating that he got to walk in, with her on his side, and then had to split up during the party because he had to meet with the record label President. 

She understood, knowing that Shawn had to talk up the new album. He had to do his job, this was just a part of it. 

But she wished that he was here to hold her to his side, hand on her back, while this creepy guy spoke to her. Well not to her, more like, to her breasts.

Shawn noticed, he noticed how every man looked at her in the room. It made his blood boil, she was his and not anyone else’s. He hates that others even get to see her like that. 

He’s biting his lip as he watches her from across the room. 

“Shawn?” Is what pulls him from his glare.

“Hmm what?” He asks looking over at Andrew.

“Are you paying attention? They asked how the third album is coming along?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going good. I just wrote a new song with Geoff, hoping to record it this week.” He nods, letting his gaze fall back to her. 

He starts fiddling with the ring on his middle finger, taking in deep breaths as the man she is talking too moves in closer. 

“Where is Geoff?” Andrew asks. 

Shawn ignores the question. Eyes going wide, and angry as the man moves forward, grabbing her arm. 

She looks scared, Shawn can tell from the look on her face. The man pulls her closer to him, he’s right in her face. She’s trying to push him away but he’s got a tight hold on her arm. 

“What the fuck.” Shawn growls as he pushes past the crowd, rushing to get to her. 

She’s looking around, hoping someone will see what is going on. Hoping to find Shawn. She can’t find him anywhere. 

The panic in her chest rising, this guy just won’t let go and he’s starting to hurt her. 

“Let go of me!” She screams as he puts both hands on her. 

“Let go of her!” A yell comes from behind her making her flinch. 

“I think you need to mind  your own business.” The man glares at Shawn.

“She is my business, you need to let her the fuck go.” Shawn growls.

“Get lost man, I grabbed her first. I’ll let you have your turn when I’m done.” 

“Y/n duck.” Shawn said. She did as told and ducked her head, looking down. 

All she heard was a rush of air and the crack of someone’s nose. The tight grip on her arms is released and she moves away from the guy. 

He’s on the ground clutching his mouth and nose, blood gushing every where. She looks over at Shawn who is shaking out his right hand and breathing hard. 

“Shawn what the fuck?” Andrew yells. 

“Don’t.” She squeaks trying to warn Andrew to back off and let him cool down. 

“Shut it.” Andrew says putting a hand up in front of her face. “Shawn,” He starts, angry.

But Shawn has had enough of people treating his girl with disrespect. 

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Shawn snaps, getting into Andrews face.

“Shawn don’t do this.” She pleads trying to grab at his arm.

“No what did you just say?”

“Shawn, let’s go for a walk. Cool you down.”

“Y/n, I need you to let go.” Shawn says lowly, moving his gaze to her. 

“Shawn.”

“I’m too heated and I don’t want to hurt you, let go.”

“Stop it, you’d never hurt me.”

“Y/N I SAID LET GO.” He snaps at her. She flinches and backs away, he’s never yelled at her like that before. 

“Shawn!” She says covering her mouth. He looks over at her, about to yell again. But the words get caught in his throat as he notices the scared look on her face. The face she made when the man was grabbing her, she was staring at him like that. 

“Y/n, baby I’m so sorry.” He snaps back to reality starting to walk to her.

“No, stop.” She says shaking her head. She lets a tear fall and walks away from him. 

“No! Y/n.” He chases after her.

By the time he catches up with her, she’s already in the car, driving off without him. 

“Geoff.” He calls as he sees Geoff across the way. “I need your car.” He yells sprinting to him.

“Why?”

“Don’t start with me, give me your fucking keys.” Shawn says holding out his hand. 

Geoff knows something is seriously wrong, and digs into his pocket throwing the keys into Shawn’s hand. 

Shawn runs to the car, starting it as soon as he can. He has to find her and apologize. He never ever wanted to see that look on her face again. He can’t believe he snapped on her like that. 

He throws the car in park next to the one she drove home, rushing up the stairs to the apartment. He opens the door, surprised it isn’t locked. 

“Y/n?” He calls out. 

No response. 

His heartbeat beating out of his chest. 

He can’t lose her.

“Y/n?” He calls out again. 

He’s walking around the apartment trying to find her. He stops in front of their master bathroom. 

He can hear her crying. He goes to open the door, but this one is locked. 

“Baby.” He sighs against the door. “Open the door please.” 

“Go away.” She whines. 

“No, Baby, please talk to me.” 

“Please Shawn go away.” She says, sobbing. 

His chest clenches and it feels like his heart is ripped out of his body as he can hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. He hates that he can’t hold her, rock her back and forth. 

“I’ll wait Baby.” He sighs. He hears her sigh and choke back a sob. He turns and leans his back on the door. 

He wipes his face and closes his eyes as he starts to cry himself. 

An hour passes and he slides down the door, sitting on the floor with his back and head against the door. The sobbing stopped and he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep but he’s true to his word. 

He’ll wait. 

He’s wiping his tears as the door clicks and opens. Before he can respond he falls back, as the thing holding him up moves, and he hits his head on the floor.

“Jesus Shawn are you okay?” Y/n crouches down to check on him. 

He looks up at her with a small smile.

“So much better now.” He whispers letting his hand cup her face, using his thumb to wipe her dried tears away. She closes her eyes leaning into his hand. “I’m so sorry Baby, I don’t even know what the hell I was doing. I was so angry that that guy touched you, I’m sorry about that too.” He starts rambling.

“Stop, stop, Shawn, stop.” She hushes him. He sits up, as she sits on the floor in front of him. She crosses her legs and he does the same, letting his hands rest on her thighs. 

“No, I should have been there with you the whole time. I should have stepped in when I saw the guy approach you.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t of hit him, but all I saw was red. Especially when he spoke of you like you were a toy or some shit.” He shakes his head. “I lost it, he treated you so wrong and you didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t help myself, I had to punch him. He had to know that what he was doing was wrong.”

“Shawn, I’m not angry at you.” She stops his rambling by putting her hands on his face. 

“But you should be.”

“Why? Because you stood up for me? Because you punched a guy that was talking about sexually abusing me?” She spoke truthfully. His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes as she says that. 

“But I don’t,”

“No, you listen to me. I love that you get jealous. I love that you stand up for me at all times. I love that you’ll punch a guy and not worry about the consequences just because he spoke disrespectfully to me. Shawn I love that side of you, I love you.” 

“Stop, don’t say that.” He sighs. 

“Shawn?” She asks confused.

“No I scared you. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I snapped at you like that. I was just so mad, and then Andrew started to get in on it. He should never speak to you like that. But the look on your face.” He sighs covering his face with his hands. “Jesus Y/n I can’t get the look on your face out of my head.” 

“Shawn.” She grabs his hands, moving them away. He closes his eyes, not looking at her. “Look at me.” She says softly. He shakes his head. “Shawn look at me.” She says again.

“No Y/n.” 

She’s lost her patience.

“Dammit Shawn, look at me!” She raises her voice at him. He looks up, searching her face. “Shawn, I should have listened to you. You told me to let go. I knew how heated you were, I knew it. I was just trying to get you away from the group. I didn’t want you to do something you would regret. I just wanted you to calm down for a second.” She explains. “I knew it, I should have listened. Tried to get into your head in a different way.” 

“I did do something I regret.” He sighed.

“What did you do Shawn? When I left what did you do?”

“When you left? What no. I regret snapping at you like that. I have never yelled at you, ever and all of the sudden it happened.”

“Shawn it’s okay.” She tried.

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t me, I couldn’t see straight.”

“Shawn.” She crawls into his lap. “Stop it’s okay. I know that, I wasn’t crying because you yelled at me. I’m a big girl, I can be yelled at without crying. All my emotions hit me at once. Yes your yelling didn’t help, but it’s like the situation finally clicked in my head. That guy was trying to grab me and take me, and I freaked.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” 

“No I’m so sorry. I can’t lose you.”

“You aren’t gonna lose me, ever. Shawn I love you” 

“I love you too.” He smiles weakly.

“How’s your head?”

“Can you kiss it and make it better?” He teases. She smiles and kisses the top of his head. 

“All better?”

“It hurts here too.” He taps his lips. She laughs and leans in and connects their lips.

“That’s helping.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to giggle.

“How long did you sit here waiting?” She asks as they pull away.

“I don’t know, I would have sat here all night.” He shrugs. 

She smiles and kisses him again. 

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” He grins at her. 

“Stop being cheesy.” She lightly pushes his face away.

“Can’t help it. I love you.” He smiles.

“With the lights on?” She teases. He rolls his eyes and grins at her. 

“If you’ll let me.” He smirks.

“Nice try.” She nods at him. 

“You’re okay though?” He asks becoming serious.

“Yeah Babe I’m fine.” 

“Promise?”

“No promises remember.” 

“Stop playing for a second, promise me you’re okay.”

“I promise I’m okay.” She whispers, running her fingers threw his curls. 

“Okay.” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Does this mean I have a ‘Bad Reputation’ now?” She giggles. 

He shakes his head, kissing her, to stop the teasing. 

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yuuri is a witch in training and viktor is a prince!

guys. which one of you failed to inform me that yesterday was @beanpots‘s bday? this is dedicated to them now


The bell above the door tinkles merrily as it opens. Viktor steps in nervously, pulling his hood about him and closing the door quickly, before peering out the little window in the door to make sure he hadn’t been tailed.

After ascertaining that no one had, he steps out into the main part of this shop, looking around him at the dried herbs tied to the ceiling and gathered in baskets all around. A book lies open on the counter, next to a mortar and pestle and a small linen bag. 

A bengal cat comes leaping down from the rafters, landing onto the counter before flicking its tail and turning to survey Viktor with piercing green eyes. Viktor stands rooted to the floor, hardly daring to breathe. He only moves when the cat does; it leaps off the counter and pads away silently through a set of black curtains behind the counter.

Viktor returns to his examination of the room. Minako is taking such a long time to get out here, and he didn’t remember seeing a bengal cat familiar the last time he was here to be checked up by her. He sighs, finger skimming across a deer antler and a rabbit’s foot before coming to rest on a fox pelt. It feels unbelievably soft.

“Hey! I’m sorry it took me so long to get out here!” A voice startles Viktor from his reverie and he turns to see a young dark-haired man at the counter, wiping his hands on his apron. Viktor’s chest does an unpleasant-feeling lurch, and he heaves, caught off-guard by the sudden motion. The young man’s eyes widen, and he scrambles around the counter to catch Viktor just as he stumbles.

The young man smells like petrichor, Viktor muses, before he’s being guided to a stool and instructed to sit. The young man vanishes behind the curtains again, and reappears momentarily with a cup of some sort of hot beverage.

“It’s tea,” he explains, when Viktor clutches the cup and stares at it. 

“…Thank you,” mumbles Viktor, before he sips. It is scalding, but it is tea, indeed.

“You gave me a bit of a fright,” admits the young man. “What can I do for you?”

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Snap King

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Snap King

Every morning you had the same routine. You’d wake up, roll on your side and instantly check your social media. Just like every other millennial. You’d play through all of the snapchat stories that accumulated while you were sleeping. Most of your friends that didn’t have work, turning up the night before. 

The noise seemed to of woken up your boyfriend and he rolled closer to you cuddling against your side, and join you in watching your snapchat stories.

“Mornin’” Jay grinned kissing your bare shoulder.

“Morning.” you leaned your head on his, snuggling him. You snapped a photo once, you got the filter to finally focus on Jay’s face. “Perfect~” and you instantly sent it to Loco.

“What the hell is this?” He sat up grabbing your phone and pointed to the gold heart near Hyukwoo’s name.

You laughed at just how quickly he was able to brush off sleep. “It’s a heart?” you raised a brow trying to figure out what in the world was wrong with your boyfriend. “Hyukwoo’s my snapchat bestie.”

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Happier, Aren’t You?

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Who:
Tom Holland
Song: Happier by Ed Sheeran (This song fucked me up by the way)

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Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you


Tom could feel his chest tighten at the sight of [Y/N] and her new boyfriend walk into the same bar he was about to head into. It was difficult to be this close to her. Tugging at his tie to loosen it, he flickered a look towards Harrison who was cautiously waiting for his reaction.

“You good?” Harrison asked. 

Nodding and shrugging his shoulders, Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m good.” Clearing his throat again, he motioned towards the bar, “Let’s go.” 

Harrison pursed his lips, “You sure? There’s another pub down the street we can hit.” Harrison had been against Tom’s decision on breaking up with [Y/N]. He knew Tom like the back of his hand, there was no way that Tom was ever really, truly going to move on. 

“I said I’m good, let’s go. All our friends are going to this one.” Tom replied with a colder tone than he had meant to. 

“Alright, mate. Let’s go then.” 

Tom’s heart was racing, they hadn’t spoken since the day after he had broken up with her. He had checked up on her, knowing in his head that it was too soon to be texting her but he couldn’t resist in hearing her voice one more time. She had sounded absolutely broken and he knew she had been crying all night. The call lasted only thirteen seconds but it was thirteen seconds of confirmation that he had made the biggest mistake. 

He hadn’t fallen out of love with her like most people did in his kind of situation. Tom just couldn’t find time to make her his number one priority like he wanted to. And to him that wasn’t fair to her. He wanted to treat her like a Queen, like his world revolved around her because at one point, it completely had. With his newfound fame, she became second to a lot of things and even though it seemed like she didn’t mind, it bothered him. 

As soon as he walked into the bar with Harrison, all of their friends cheered and hollered. He laughed along with them, telling himself to not search for her. But, it was like a magnetic pull, his eyes found hers instantly. She was the first one to pull her gaze away and he was thankful for that because he wouldn’t have been able to if she hadn’t. 

“Come on, Tom. They saved us a table over by the bar.” Harrison shouted over the music and chatter. 

Nodding, Tom finally tore his eyes from her and followed his friends. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that [Y/N] was just a few feet from him. Laughing with friends, he had to remind himself to fake the smile that his friends wanted to see. Eventually, it became a little bit easier with each passing hour and with each passing beer. Soon, the idea of [Y/N] being there was fading until he received a notification on his phone. Glancing down, his heart sank a little.

@yourusername just posted a picture for the first time in awhile, check it out.

Knowing that he shouldn’t engage in looking at her Instagram, Tom ignored his better judgement and swiped to look.

@yourusername happy ✌️

Tom chewed on his lip, bringing the bottle to his mouth. He took a swig before double tapping the picture and clicking his phone off. Continuing to fade in and out of his friends conversation, he couldn’t help but think of how different he would feel if she was sitting next to him. Or if it was his hands holding onto hers. 

“I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he leaned towards Harrison’s ear.

“Want me to come?” 

Shaking his head, Tom sighed. “Nah, man. I’m just going to get some air.” 

Harrison nodded, “Alright…” He could read between his words but respected his decision to go alone. 

Pressing a smile, Tom patted his shoulder and headed towards the exit. Running a hand through his hair, he broke apart the neatly gelled style. Looking up, he searched to find some stars. One of his favorite pastimes with her. Stargazing. But the city was far too lit for him to find any. Sighing, he started to walk a little, wanting to just go to bed and forget of having seeing her with him. 

“Did you intentionally like my picture or was it something petty?” 

 Tom jumped at the sound of her voice, swiveling to face her. His mouth sat open, shocked to see her standing in front of him. She looked ten times more beautiful up close, it hurt. “[Y/N]! Uh, um, I.” 

Stepping closer, her voice was firm with her eyes glossed over. “I can’t do this, Tom. Please just don’t remind me of you.” 

“[Y/N],” Tom bit his lip, “I, uh, I, um. I just want you to know that I’m glad you found someone.” Looking down at the sidewalk, he mumbled out. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

“I am happy, Tom.” She responded, her voice quivering slightly. “But the thing was, was that I was happy with you too.” 

Tom closed his eyes, sighing. “Love,” 

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, “Don’t call me that.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked up at the sky. His teeth still scraping over his lips. “I made a mistake,” he said defeated. 

[Y/N] scoffed with tears in her eyes, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did.” 

Finally meeting her gaze, “You look happier with him then you did with me. So it wasn’t really a mistake for you to love me.” 

Her brows knitted together, her hand reaching for her torso, “A mistake for me? Are you mad?” [Y/N] twirled in her steps, her hand running through her curls. “You only think I’m happier with him because you aren’t happy. I was incredibly happy with you Tom.” Shaking her head, she frowned. “You broke up with me because you wanted me to be treated the way you thought I deserved. Little did you know the way you treated me was everything I wanted.” 

“So you aren’t happier?” Tom asked quietly.

[Y/N]’s mouth opened and then closed. Sighing, she looked away from him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I am happy with him. But I’m not sure I love him yet and that was the difference between our relationship and this one. I loved you with everything in me so of course I was happier then.” 

Tom kicked a pebble, shoving his hands in pants, he murmured. “I was happier with you then I am without you.” Looking up, “If he ever decides to be stupid like me and lets you go. I’ll be here, [Y/N].” 

 “How can you still love me after I’ve moved on?” 

“I’ll never hold it against you for finding someone, love. Because there are so many others that deserve you but I’m still in love with you and always will be.” Pressing his lips, he flinched as he felt rain drops hitting his face. “Would you tell Haz that I’ve gone back to the hotel?” 


Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

Devil For A Daddy (Matt Murdock x Reader)

a/n: hi again!! this is another one that wasn’t requested, i’ve just been in a very literary mood lmao. i watched a couple episodes of daredevil today and i was Inspired. i hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

WORD COUNT: 1,075 (yet again i got very carried away lmao)

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Y/N couldn’t stop pacing the length of her and Matt’s shared apartment, her hand raised to her mouth as she bit her nails anxiously. Matt hadn’t come home yet and it was nearing 4 AM. He had promised that he’d be home no later than 2, and with that psycho that the media called ‘The Punisher’ on the loose, Y/N had been anxious and pacing for hours. She had tried to stop him before he left, her conscience weighing heavily on her shoulders along with the dangers of Matt’s ‘night job’.

Y/N had recently learned that she was pregnant, probably only about nine weeks along. And she was at a complete loss of what she was supposed to do. She had found out from Claire after Karen and Matt had made her get checked out for her frequent nausea. She hadn’t told Matt yet, as she had only found out herself two days ago.

Of course, Matt had told her to go to sleep and that he’d be there when she woke up, but that was never how it worked. Y/N stayed up waiting for Matt and then patched him up to her best ability when he got back. If he was injured beyond her limited medical knowledge, she would call Claire and watch as she patched him up. She couldn’t just sleep while she knew he was out there, possibly hurt. And now the risk was doubled.

It was the middle of summer and the heat in Hells Kitchen was sweltering, but, standing in her shorts and t-shirt, Y/N felt a nervous chill rush over her as Matt landed with a ‘thud’ on the fire escape.

Y/N raced to the window, squinting against the light of the billboard as she pushed it open and helped Matt into the apartment.

Matt gripped onto Y/N’s upper arms while she scanned him with her eyes, checking for any serious damage. He smiled softly, bringing his hand up to her chin and moving her head so she looked at him.

“Y/N, I’m fine. Just some bruising and a few scrapes.”

Y/N nodded hesitantly before wrapping her arms tightly around Matt’s middle, muttering into his chest. “I’ll get some ice and the kit. Sit down so I can clean the scrapes. Are you sore anywhere that I can’t see?”

Matt complied, sitting on the couch and removing the horned mask and then his shirt.

“No. It wasn’t too bad tonight, love.”

As Matt sat on the couch and listened to Y/N move around, the sound comforting him and bringing him down from the adrenaline rush that came with his vigilantism, his hearing caught something abnormal. Matt could hear Y/N’s heartbeat, like always, but there was something else…

Matt’s face contorted in concentration as he tried to pinpoint the disturbance, but it was small and very faint from this distance. Y/N came back, sitting down next to him and setting up the first aid kit. Matt tilted his head as the disturbance became more prevalent, sounding almost like a second heartbeat.

Y/N startled when Matt suddenly placed a hand on her lower abdomen, his face twisted in concentration. She took her lip between her teeth, gnawing on it in anxiety as she anticipated his reaction. “I had hoped to tell you myself…”

Matt’s eyes widened in realization and he put his other hand on Y/N’s stomach, turning to face her, his eyes not quite finding her face as she waited for some kind of reaction.

“H-How long have you known…?”

Y/N took a deep, calming breath before answering, placing her hands over his.

“I found out two days ago from Claire when you and Karen made me go see her for the nausea…she said I’m about nine weeks along.”

Matt nodded distractedly, leaning down to press his ear to Y/N’s midsection. His throat tightened and his eyes burned when he heard a faint heartbeat. Matt then took notice of the fast, frightened rhythm of Y/N’s heart.

She was scared.

Matt sat up straight and took Y/N into his arms, his chin resting on top of her head.

So was he.

“I’m going to be a dad…W-we’re going to be parents. You’re pregnant. With my kid.”

Y/N nodded, shifting herself into Matt’s lap as she hugged him back. Her heartbeat didn’t accelerate beyond the rate it was already at, and Matt’s face lit up in a wide smile.

“I had a minor breakdown when Claire told me. Karen was there and she doesn’t even know yet, I wanted you to find out first. I was scared you’d be angry…”

Matt tilted his head, confused. “Angry..? Why?”

Y/N shifted nervously in his arms.
“You’re Catholic, Matt. I figured you would’ve been, I don’t know, upset that we aren’t married.”

Matt nodded, understanding her point, but hugging her tighter to him. “I don’t mind. As long as I’m willing to do this with you, which I am, then I’m fine. This kid is going to be so loved, it won’t matter.”

Y/N went quiet for a while, content to relax in Matt’s arms, before he spoke again, his chest rumbling under Y/N’s ear.

“Unless…you’d want to get married? To seal the deal?”

Matt immediately felt Y/N shift in his arms, sensing her eyes on him. “Well…that depends. Are you asking?”

Matt grinned, Y/N’s heartbeat yet again picking up, but this time it was out of excitement. He could practically feel her happiness as it radiated off of her.

“I’ve had a ring on hold at the jewelers by the office for about a month…so, yes. I am asking. A bit sooner than I wanted, but I think this warrants it.”

Y/N laughed, her arms tightening around Matt’s midsection painfully, but Matt couldn’t be bothered to care. Y/N’s answer came in a tearful whisper, her smile pressed into the crook of Matt’s neck.

“Then of course. Let’s get married.”

Matt smiled and squeezed her back, now consciously mindful of Y/N’s midsection.

Y/N pulled away from Matt after a bit, reaching to the coffee table for the first aid kit, where she caught sight of the horned mask and she laughed quietly. “I hope that this baby isn’t a girl, for her sake more than anything.”

Matt pulled away from Y/N, taking her face in his hands although he couldn’t see her. “And why’s that?”

Y/N smirked, taking Matt’s hand from her cheek and beginning to bandage the scraped knuckles.

“Because her devil of a daddy will scare the hell out of any date that comes through that door.”

here’s the thing: i have never seen a fictional male character who handles rejection better than ray palmer.

girl is in love with the man she continuously works with even while dating ray? sucks, but she makes her own choices. it was nice while it lasted, we can still be friends. 

girl turns him down because she’s got a soulmate and three months ago she was a barista and things are just way too weird? that’s cool, her friendship still means as much to him as dating her would.

he breaks up with girl because they find another of her reincarnated soulmates? he checks up on said reincarnated soulmate, and then thanks the girl for helping him love again. 

i am glad we have raymond to be a great role model of non-toxic masculinity. he has missteps, sometimes he’s too possessive for his own good, etc etc. but we need more men like him on tv. 

(also let him be bisexual thanks)

Clair(e)voyance

2.6

The rain pelting against the window brought him back to himself.  He had dreamed.  Images of Claire, dark swirling shadows, and crucifixes had woken him up.  The rain grounded him.

He threw back the duvet and headed out to the lounge for his notebooks. 

Padded back into the bedroom.  He sat on the chaise that was tucked away in the corner.  The midnight hours were offset by the light from the street.  He sat naked, window cracked to let a cooler breeze into the room.  Rain still fell. Bouncing off the panes, off the sill.   

He opened the notebook and went over Claire’s visions.   

Claire sat under a blanket on the chesterfield, muttering as Jamie tried to make sense of her. 

“Barbaric.  Ancient.  Medieval.”

“Can ye stop berating a ghost for half a second and tell me what the hell ye actually saw?”  

“Someone at that school uses that room for a sort of….” 

She struggled to find a word.  “A sort of Intervention, I guess is the best way to put it.  Parents whose children are ill.  He convinces them that it’s God’s will.  That their faith will heal their child.  Not medicine.  Not procedures.  God. More specifically their faith in God.  It rests on their shoulders.  So when the child dies it’s them who has failed.  Not God.  And certainly not him.”

He could hear the tears in her voice.  The frustration.  Her hands were twisting now.  Fingers pulled and rubbed. She rolled the edge of the blanket tight, then unwound it, only to roll it up again.   

“It emotional blackmail.  It’s unfair.”  

Jamie could not tear his eyes away.  She was so far away from this place and time.  So ethereal when lost in the sight.

“It’s unfair to put the burden of someone else’s life on their shoulders.  It’s unfair to say that someone isn’t good enough because you say they are.”  

“Claire.”  She sat still, distant from him.  

“It’s not my defect.  It was never my defect.  But I carried the burden.”

“Sorcha!” he said, louder.  She flinched.  Blinked.  Finally focused on him.  

“What defect?”

He watched as Claire rolled over and the duvet slipped down her back.  He could see the delicate bones of her spine.  The long line of her back.  The curve of her backside before the coverlet hid it.  

He sat, caramel coloured notebook in his hand.  Pen in the other.

Armed with Claire’s visions he had called D.C. Mohr.  Asked him to dig around and see what he could unearth about the Parish staff at Ste. Anne’s.  If there were skeletons, Mohr would find them.  

The answer lay with the parish personnel.  He’d leave the teachers for another day, to keep up appearances.  He wouldn’t waste his own time, knowing what Claire had told him.  

He jotted a few questions he felt would lead the suspects to speak of the deceased children.  

After a while his mind drifted to the other mystery she revealed.  

“I want to talk to the secretary of the school.”  Her voice was tight.  Adamant.  Fierce. 

“Nay.  I canna allow it.” Jamie was shaking his head, “Chief Inspector warned me already that ye shouldna be involved.  He’s already questioning my decisions.  Telling me my reputation is at stake.”

“I’m telling you, Jamie, she’s lost a child.  She reached out to me.  Clearly she trusts me.  She can tell us what we need to know.”  Her voice rose in panic.   

“And I will ask the questions to find out what she kens.”  Jamie softened his words with a smile.  “Trust me, Claire.”  

She stared at him for a long time.  Measuring.  Deciding.  Unsure.

He had reached for her then.  Leaned forward to kiss her.  She closed her eyes in anticipation.  She could smell the rain on his collar, feel it in the curls on his nape.  She waited for his lips to touch hers.  Instead, she felt his breath on her mouth.

“What defect?” 

She stiffened, but before she could close off completely, he kissed her.  

Hard.  Pressed his mouth to hers, flicking his tongue at the seam of her mouth.  She let him in.  Grabbed his lapels and kissed him back.  

“Ye said, ‘it was never my defect?” he whispered again.  “What did ye mean by that?”

“Nothing,” she breathed back, pulling him down to her again.  

He came close, drew back.  Wouldn’t give her what she wanted.  

She tugged harder.  He refused.  Kissed her neck.  Her forehead.  Everything but her mouth.  

“Me.  I’m the defect.”  She finally admitted, keeping her eyes tightly closed.  “I’m too stiff in bed.  Not inventive enough.  And I can’t….I don’t….I’m not able to….a lot of the time.  I’m not good at it.”

Jamie did kiss her then.  With everything he had in him.  

“Ye have wi’ me.  Every damn time.”  His voice was like silk.  “And quite noisily, too.”  

Her face flamed.  She searched his eyes for any mockery.  “I have no inhibitions with you.  I don’t know why.”

“Well I do,” Jamie laughed, “For starters, there’s only ever been you and I in bed.” 

Claire shifted in her sleep, woke up.  She checked beside her and noticed he was gone.  Blind panic set in.  She bolted from the bed heedless of her nudity. Went to the doorway.

“Jamie?”

“Here, love.”  

She turned to see him sitting on the chaise.  He closed his notebook.  Attached the pen to the cover, and set it on the floor.

She sighed in relief.  Grabbed his shirt off the floor and slipped it on, buttoning only two buttons in the middle.  Slashes of her skin shone in the dark.  Flashes of her womanhood as she walked towards him.

She sat opposite him on the chaise.

“Are you okay?”

“Aye.  A bad dream, is all.”  He wouldn’t tell her what it was about.

“Was it my fault?”  He had to smile at how predictable she was.

“Oh, aye, ‘twas,”  he swung one long, muscular leg over to straddle the chaise and leaned back in invitation. “I think ye should make it up to me.”

Claire rose above him.  Straddled him.  Nestled her bottom into his lap.

“Tell me again how horrible ye are in bed,” Jamie said, mouth nudging aside the fabric to find her breast.  

Claire made a face.  “I never initiate.  I’m cold.  I’m sexless.  Making love to me is like making love to a corpse.”

Jamie’s head snapped up.  “He said that?”

“Once,” Claire admitted.  

He parted the cloth and ran one long finger from her collarbone, between her breasts, circling her navel before dipping lower and snaking underneath her.  She yipped when he touched her there.  

“That’s no’ a sound a corpse makes, Claire.”  He ran his hands up over her hips and around to cup her bottom.  “And this isna the soft feel of a corpse under my hands.”

Jamie tugged at Claire’s hips until she lifted up.  He positioned himself and groaned in pleasure as she settled him inside her.  

“And dammit, mo neighean donn,” he moaned, “Yer anything BUT cold.”


Jamie took a moment to look around.  Nothing of note.  A picture frame with a woman in a wheelchair on his desk.  A monthly calendar open to show appointments with marrying couples.  Days for hospital visits marked off.  Nothing suspicious. 

On the surface. 

“Reverend Father,” Jamie smiled, “I see ye do a lot of hospital visits.”

“Oh, yes.  My personal mission, if you will.  And Reverend will do.  Or Father.  We needn’t be so formal.”  Reverend Campbell sat in his chair, his narrow shoulders slightly hunched forward.  Jamie didn’t shift his gaze from the grey eyes.  

“Do ye just visit parishioners, then?”  Jamie jotted down a couple of notes.  

“Yes, always. They are my first priority.  I pray with them, and their family members.  Try to cheer their spirits.”

“And ye visit the children,” Jamie said it as a matter of fact. “Ye visited a couple of the boys who have since passed.  Untimely, no?”

“Very sad circumstances.  Epilepsy.  Cancer.” Reverend Campbell looked appropriately sad.  “God calls those who he wants to come home, regardless of their age.”

“And who tells their parents to discharge them prematurely?”  He caught the slight twitch to the man’s left eye.  

“What are you suggesting, Detective Inspector?”

“Nothing.  Just wonderin’ is all.”  Jamie flipped a few pages in his notebook.  “Tell me, Reverend Campbell, who is Madame Jeanne LeGrand?”

The man froze.  His face became a mask, eyes burning with shame.  

“Anyone else know about yer…’visits to the sick’?”  Jamie leaned back in his chair, tapped his notebook on his knee.  Campbell watched the rhythmic movement.  He said nothing.

“Yer sister, Margaret,” Jamie nodded to the picture of the woman in the wheelchair.  “She’s in a home, is she, no?  A home payed for by the Diocese?”

God bless D.C. Mohr and his relentless digging.

Jamie leaned forward, ready to go in for the kill.  “So tell me, Reverend.  Who are ye protecting?  Who knows about yer dirty little secret visits to a whore house?  Who’s holdin’ that against ye?  And who are ye telling about the sick kids and their desperate parents?”

The tall, thin man swallowed.  Hard.  

“Because I dinna believe for a minute a man who has taken care of his sister all these years, and given up the chance for a family of his own, is enjoyin’ what he’s doing to these young boys.”  Jamie’s voice softened.  “I dinna think ye would do such a thing, seein’ as how ye wouldna abandon her in her illness.”

Reverend Campbell looked trapped.  Just the way Jamie liked his witnesses.  

“Please,” the older man whispered.  “Please.  Don’t.”

“Oh, Reverend,” Jamie smiled, blue eyes narrowed, “think of this as a confessional.  I canna offer ye absolution, but I can offer ye a deal.”


Claire stood at the gate with two cups of take away tea in her hands.  

Amber eyes glued to the glass windows.

She didn’t have to wait long.  The woman stood.  Her eyes met Claire’s.  

Claire raised a paper cup in invitation.  The woman disappeared briefly, then reappeared at the front door of the Parish House bundling herself in her coat.

Claire turned and sat on the bench outside the campus walls.  Jamie had told her not to do this.  She knew she had to.

The wrought iron creaked.  She wasn’t as old as Claire had first thought.  Grief had taken its tole.  Claire handed her the tea.

“Ta,” said the woman, and took a sip.  

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Claire said.  

The woman nodded.  “Did Father Anselm tell you?”

“No.”  Claire wasn’t sure how to explain.  “I’m a doctor.  I’ve seen grieving parents before.”  

The woman looked at Claire then.  Her eyes were incredibly sad.  “He had Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.”

“He didn’t respond well to the treatments?”  Claire took a sip, letting the woman gather her composure to answer.

“He did.  While he had them.”  The sentence hung in the air like a noose.  Tightening around the truth.  Threatening to squeeze out the secret.  

Claire steeled her resolve and reached out.  Laid a hand on the woman’s wrist.  The only bare skin she could reasonably come in contact with.

She had pleaded with the man to keep him in hospital.  To keep the treatments.  To try both.  What was the harm in both?  The Devil standing there, pouring on the guilt, ignoring her attempts at reason.  Throwing scripture in her face.  In his face.  Her shame in not fighting harder.  

But overshadowing it all was her anger at God.

Because she begged Him, too.  On her knees.  Deliver us from evil.  Now.  And at the hour of death.  But please, God, deliver us.  

Claire pulled back.  

The woman looked at her strangely.  

“You can talk to him, you know,” Claire said.  “You can trust him.  He’ll bring whomever he must to justice.”

The woman’s tears slid silently down her cheeks.  Claire reached into her bag for a tissue.  Handed it over.  

“Your husband is in there now,” she said, dabbing at her eyes.  “He’s interviewing the staff.  I fear my turn is coming.”  

Claire curled her hands around her cup.  “He’s not my husband.”  She looked at the secretary.  “Sorry we led you to believe that.”

“Oh!  I was wrong to assume.  You seemed together.”  The woman smiled, “But he is your partner.  I’m not wrong there, am I?”

Claire stared off across the street.  What was Jamie to her?  Lover, yes.  Friend, of course.  Co-workers.  

Her heart lifted with the definitions.  The potential.  She would allow the dream. Just for the moment.

“Yes,” Claire said.  “Partner.”

The woman nodded.  She took another sip of tea.  “I begged Him,” she looked skyward.  “And him.”  Claire assumed she meant her husband.  “And him,” she spat.  “No one would listen.”  She wiped her eyes, and spoke through trembling lips.  “In the end I suppose I got what I prayed for.  My son was delivered from evil.  The evil of his cancer and the evil of his pain.  And the evil of that….that….charlatan.”

Claire turned her body to face the woman.  “Just tell him everything.  I promise you, the more information he has, the faster he can stop this man.”

She stood to go.  She’d done what she needed, and saw what she could.

She looked up at the house one last time.  Felt him staring at her.

“I promise you can trust him,” Claire said, “and if you need to talk, take this.”  She handed the woman her card.  

Dr. Claire Randall, Medical Examiner.  Royal College of Pathologists.  Her phone number was in bold print at the bottom.  

Finished with her mission, Claire walked away.

normal family gatherings: awkward, vanilla, more awkward goodbyes at the end of the night

Irish family gatherings: waking up on the floor and checking everyone’s pulses before you leave to make sure they’re still alive and just hammered, not dead

cute scenario! sorry i took me so long to write haha, i’m terrible at keeping track of time and staying motivated.

i hope you enjoy this! also i’ll be sure to do V & Saeran soon enough i just need to find the time now that school has started up for me again :,)


YOOSUNG:
-alright so you two had a baby together a few years into your marriage
-you had a girl and you had named her mina for no other reason than it just sounded pretty
-mina was just a sweetheart, she was three and a half years old and overall just a really good child
-most of her features were yours but what definitely made her yoosung’s child were her bright amethyst hues and her smile that were both exactly the same as her father’s
-both you and yoosung took turns taking care of her but most of the time you were the one watching over her since you worked from home a lot but overall it was pretty even
-you never imagined you’d have to leave yoosung and mina alone but the job you worked required you to be out of town for a few days so you asked yoosung if he could watch her for a few days
-yoosung immediately said yes and shut down his clinic to be able to fully watch over her
-yoosung was a good dad and you trusted he would be able to handle things well so you just kissed both him and mina goodbye and left for your trip
-you had left while mina was taking a nap so when she woke up cranky and searching for you yoosung immediacy panicked
-despite the fact mina was a good well-behaved child, she had her tantrums every now and then like every other toddler. but hers were a fresh new level of hell
-yoosung knew she wouldn’t be happy to find out you had left especially in her state of post-nap crankiness so he did everything he could to keep her distracted from your sudden disappearance
-“where’s momma?”
-“aHA,, mina look at these cool pictures of cats i helped at the clinic the other day!!”
-she completely ignored your absence throughout the entirety of the first day you left because of yoosung’s constant distractions but it truly set in for her when you weren’t there to kiss her goodnight
-yoosung was at the foot of her bed reading her a story and when he looked up to check on her after she didn’t have anymore cute commentary on the plot of the story he saw the silent tears streaming down her face and yoosung was just like: oH NO
-mina then started full on sobbing while searching around the house for you with yoosung running after her trying to calm her down but nothing worked
-after she tuckered herself while continuing to cry yoosung called you and asked to video chat because mina was not calming down even after some of his most desperate attempts to soothe her
-when she saw you on the tiny screen she immediately lit up but she was still letting out a few sniffles here and there
-you two talked for a while with mina pressed up against yoosung’s chest as she held up his phone so both of them could show up on the small box on the side of the screen
-mina suddenly fell asleep out of nowhere and yoosung embarrassingly apologized for disturbing you so late at night but you just laughed it off and told him you were expecting her to find out you were gone sooner or later
-the first day may have been rough but the next few days that you were gone were a lot smoother with mina only crying twice, both of those times being at her spilling over her food/juice all over herself (what a poor baby she’s extremely clumsy just like her dad)
-after you came back home both of your babies were so happy to see you
-you’re not sure who cried harder, yoosung or mina
-you’re glad to be back with your small little family, where everything is always soft and warm and inviting.

ZEN:
-so you two put off having a baby for a while because of his career and just how quickly it was blossoming forth
-but one night you two hadn’t been so careful while having sex and ended up with a baby nine months later
-it was a baby boy that you had named taemin for no reason. really, it was just the first name zen said when he was holding him in his arms
-life while having to take care of a child as well as working and attending zen’s shows was a little hectic but you always made it work
-as time passed and taemin grew, things got a little easier and both you and zen were able to fully indulge yourself in your life together without having to worry about a newborn baby anymore as much
-taemin was now four years old and you wanted a night to yourself
-don’t get it wrong, you loved your boys a lot but one of your friends had invited you to her bachelorette weekend party and you couldn’t resist not going
-zen was on a small hiatus due to you requesting him to take a small break to rest after enduring a few small accidents in a few different musicals here and there
-since he was on this small break you already knew he would be taking care of taemin
-now taemin was a good kid. not only that but he was also beautiful, (he was the spitting image of zen as a child, beautiful white locks and all)
-but despite him being a good kid he could get a bit cranky and hard to control at times
-usually he would be casually outgoing and friendly but other times he would be biting at your arm or screaming at the top of his lungs because you said no to ice cream
-he was a little demon to deal with at time but you and zen loved him to death
-you were worried about taemin acting out on zen while you were gone because taemin was a big momma’s boy who tended to be more comfortable around you for no other reason other than that he just was
-nonetheless you packed your bags and left your two boys to fend for themselves while you took a small break for yourself
-taemin and zen were there to send you off when you went into the airport so taemin knew you were going to be gone
-everything was fine on the car ride back home but the moment both zen and taemin walked into the house taemin started sniffling quietly asking when you would come back while rubbing at his watery eyes in an attempt to hide his tears
-zen immediately felt himself go into protective mode after seeing his little boy cry and offered to take him to the park to get some fish shaped bread or ice cream
-taemin immediately lit up and the two went off to spend their afternoon in a park, eating junk food zen wouldn’t ever dream of eating on his own accord but wouldn’t mind doing so to make his son happy
-the next few nights you were gone went pretty well, with taemin and zen bonding over random television shows and zen’s musical talents
-(zen would probably never admit it but he beyond p y s c h e d when taemin told him he he wanted to possibly take after him in the future in the musical industry)
-despite the fact things went pretty well, taemin had little fits here and there over things like zen dropping his toys or him missing you late at night
-you returned home around 6 am and despite the fact you were beyond exhausted you were excited to see zen and taemin because even though you had fun you missed them the entire time
-you had tried your best to return quietly but taemin was already up and about and was now crying while tackling your legs and telling you how much he missed you
-a few moments later zen came out to do the same
-you were more than tired and a little bit delirious but you felt beyond happier to be back with your two favorite boys

JAEHEE:
-things with you and jaehee had been sweet and lovely for the most part
-you two ran the cafe together for a few years before deciding it was time to add another family member to the mix of your small little household
-you decided on adopting from a local orphanage because of jaehee’s fear of you or her getting hurt from carrying a donor’s baby
-it was a long process but you both got accepted and not too long after adopted a boy around the age of three named jinsoo
-at first he was very quiet and shy, so much so you and jaehee couldn’t get a single word out of him most of the time which made you both a little sadder than you’d like to admit but you understood that it would take time to build a relationship
-over the course of a year and few months jinsoo went from a shy boy who could never speak a single word to a talkative and imaginative child both you and jaehee loved beyond words
-he was always helping around the cafe or drawing pictures for both of you
-your little family was sweet and you were happy to be raising such a good and healthy child with the love of your life
-you never planned on going to visit your family without jaehee and jinsoo at your side but there was an emergency that required your attention as well as help so you reluctantly had to leave them both to go handle it
-though jaehee was a little sad at your sudden disappearance she would be able to make it work
-both of you never admitted it but jinsoo seemed to be more fond of you than jaehee
-it made you a little sad but you also understood why he would feel closer to you since you were the one who coaxed him out of his shell
-in the first day of your absence jinsoo seemed crankier than usual waking up
-jaehee ignored this and just worked around his stubbornness to get ready to go to the cafe
-jinsoo was sitting on the couch watching some random cartoon while jaehee made herself a cup of coffee
-jaehee put on her shoes and called for jinsoo to put on his own since it was time to go
-he walked towards the kitchen table and tippy tied to look up on it only to frown a little
-“where’s breakfast mama?”
-oh shoot
-shoot shoot shoot
-it suddenly hit jaehee that you were the one who usually made him breakfast
-jaehee felt embarrassment and shame practically radiate off her as she took off her shoes and went into the kitchen to pour jinsoo some cereal
-“mama, momma(you) usually makes me omurice that have a ketchup smiley face.”
-despite the fact it was absolutely precious that you took the time and effort to put smiley faces on jinsoo’s breakfast everyday jaehee still felt her soul leave her body
-she couldn’t cook to save her life!!
-sure she could bake and make drinks but that was completely different!
-jaehee made a poor excuse for omurice that jinsoo begrudgingly ate with a forced smile
-the entire day at the cafe jinsoo looked a little more down than usual
-so much so that some regular customers kept asking him if he was feeling alright
-during jaehee’s rushed lunch break she asked him about it
-jinsoo turned a bright red and twiddled with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak
-“momma(again, you) usually brings me coloring books and my 3DS and snacks to play with and eat while she’s busy. but she told me never to tell you because you’d get maybe mad.”
-jaehee felt her soul leave her body for probably the fortieth time that day, she was feeling like a failure of a parent!!
-throughout the rest of the day at the cafe she tried her best to entertain jinsoo like you usually did while at the same time working, and it was beyond exhausting
-she didn’t know how you did it!! she was so jealous but also proud of her lovely partner
-jinsoo and her video chatted with you later at night because he couldn’t go to sleep without you telling him some silly story you make up on spot
-the next few days were really similar to the first, jaehee just finding out more and more about you and jinsoo’s relationship, things she didn’t even know even after years of living with you both
-when you came home jaehee was beyond relieved to have someone there to support her and to be the ‘fun and cool’ parent because poor baehee was unable to fill in that role :((
-both your cute boy and cuter gal crushed you with hugs and kisses for like an entire day and you’ve never felt so loved
-you’re glad that you’re part of such a small but loving family

JUMIN:
-okay so he wanted children, real bad
-he never really talked to you about it though because you were both still young and he wanted to live both of your younger days together just being free and having fun
-but as time passed and you both got older you were the one to bring it up hesitantly at dinner
-he immediately just: “mc, let’s go make a baby right now.”
-and you are just like: “jumin please just let me finish this fancy salad first”
-after a few tries you were pregnant and had a set of twins!
-twins!!
-jumin wanted the gender to be a surprise for him but what was even more surprising was just to see you holding two babies instead of just one
-he was happy but also stressed at the thought of now being in charge of two precious little girls
-he named them because you were too tired and delirious to come up with or even say the names you wanted to give them after the birth
-jumin had named them yuna and hana
-(he wouldn’t tell you why he chose those names, no matter how many times you asked and bugged him about it so you just assumed it was because they were popular girl names in south korea)
-though it was hard you and jumin managed to raise them just fine, with the help of a few nannies and sitters of course (at jumin’s request so you could have time to rest)
-they were both now three years old, almost four, and you couldn’t be happier about being their mother
-they were very well-behaved and stoic in public but very spunky and cute in the privacy and comfort of their home (just like their dad!!)
-yuna was the calmer of the two and the one that looked more like jumin, with the sameface shape and cold sharp blue eyes, except she had your smile and nose
-hana was the more excitable out of both of them, she had your eye color as well as your dimples and face shape, but had the raven locks her father possessed
-jumin never let you travel alone and you never thought about leaving him and the girls together alone but you wanted them to bond without you in the room for once
-though they were close to jumin and he loved them dearly they never had time to really talk one on one
-he even missed christmas and the girl’s birthday this year because of work!!
-they were devastated and you wanted him to make it up to them
-so you cleared your afternoon schedule and went clothes shopping by yourself, leaving jumin and the girls alone at the penthouse
-it was beyond awkward not to have you around
-yuna and hana were both big daddy’s girls but you were the one giving them that push to get close to their father
-it was beyond intimidating to have your six foot tall father just stare at you from afar without saying anything
-after a while hana was the one to propose that they put a puzzle together
-both yuna and jumin’s eyes lit up because they were so bad at other games that an activity as simple as putting a puzzle together wasn’t so easy to mess up as other games were
-it started off innocently enough, with jumin just sitting on his living room floor putting a puzzle with a picture of kittens in the basket as the final result with his daughters but then it got intense
-yuno kept getting all mad at hana for not putting certain pieces together quick enough
-poor hana was just silently dying inside while watching yuno struggle and force two pieces to go together despite the fact they obviously weren’t meant to
-at one point yuno broke two pieces by squeezing them too tightly together and hana just started crying and jumin didn’t notice until he went to put a section of the puzzle near hana and noticed all the water drops covering her section
-he looked up to see hana just smiling while tears poured down her face and his heart just immediately dropped and he was just like: what what what wha-
-yuno was the fastest to react out of both of them and shoved the puzzle of the way and hugged hana’s neck, pulling her down on top of her while letting out a little laugh
-“stop crying dummy”
-“you and dada both are killing me at puzzles”
-jumin after a moment of letting everything sink in suddenly picks up both of his daughters and spins them around
-hana is laughing
-yuno is screaming
-it was an awkward afternoon filled with apologies to having been ‘killing’ hana at puzzles and then watching disney movies until they both fell asleep
-hana was laying against jumin’s right side and yuno was leaning against jumin’s left side and he has never felt so much pride and happiness than he did in that moment
-no good meeting or good business deal or money made him as happy as just being surrounded by junk food and two sleeping girls while watching moana silently by himself, for the millionth time
-in his little moment of feeling happy and warm he fell asleep too, head lolled back against the couch while smiling
-you returned home a little late to find your little family all curled up in clearly uncomfortable positions while watching what seemed to be the rolling credits to a movie
-you let out a little snort which caused jumin to wake up immediately (light sleeper)
-he adjusted to the light surrounding him before looking you up and down and smiling softly
-he mouthed ‘my love, welcome home’ silently while gesturing you to come closer
-you did as you were told, now curling up in his lap as you tried not to disturb your girls that were happily snoozing away
-you wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a satisfied sigh
-“i’m assuming it was a good afternoon?” you questioned in a whisper as jumin slightly chuckled into your ear
-“indeed so, even better now that i’m surrounded by my favorite girls.”
-you were beyond glad, your family was healthy and happy and jumin han was still the sweetest man alive
-what more could you ask for?

SAEYOUNG:
-alright so you two were young and dumb for the first few years of your relationship
-he married you after like a year of dating and you couldn’t be happier
-after messing around too recklessly one night you ended up pregnant
-you were scared about how he would react but you told him anyways, not expecting him to burst into tears while sinking to his knees and then lean his head against your stomach
-after nine months of him preparing to be a father and saeran scolding both of you when catching you eating junk food the day had come
-the birthing was long and painful and you didn’t even see or hear the baby’s gender much less how many babies there really were
-triplets
-you had triplets
-saeyoung was sobbing, saeran was silently crying inside, and you were just confused onto why you were now holding three babies with tufts of red hair peeking out beneath different colored blankets
-it was beyond hellish to raise three kids when saeyoung was still a child himself
-at times it felt like you were raising four kids instead of just three
-out of the three babies you had one of them was a girl and two were boys
-you had named the girl minjun, and saeyoung had name the boys seojun and jiho
-the three of them were both now four years old and you and saeyoung (as well as saeran) were beyond psyched that they could now walk and talk and do normal everyday things without your constant guidance
-it was just cute to see them communicate with each other and to see them grow and learn as time passed
-seojun and jiho were exactly like saeyoung, bright red orangish hair and honey glazed hues
-except they had your face shape and smile, something saeyoung loved beyond words
-minjun had been born with bright red hair but it mellowed out in your hair tone, except a little brighter
-she had a darker shade of eye color that was similar to saeyoung’s and she had his face shape and smile
-something that made you beyond happy
-you loved your boys a lot but at times they could be very cruel to their sister, both not including her in their games or sometimes tugging at her hair a little too hard almost always resulting in tears from her
-saeran would always jokingly ask her if he wanted him to beat them up but she always declined despite the fact all they did was mercilessly tease her
-god she was such a sweetheart
-you never left any of your family alone.
-no matter where you went or who you went with they would always be at your side or right behind you
-some may have assumed it was because you were overprotective but really it was just because you wanted to experience life with your beautiful lover and your small family as well as saeran all by your side
-you had an emergency come up that would require you to travel for a few days, except for once in their four years of life the triplets weren’t going with you, and neither was saeyoung nor saeran
-you had some very personal matters to attend to immediately and you left as quickly as you could, leaving saeyoung in charge and hoping for the best
-now, saeyoung wasn’t the best father per say
-don’t get it wrong! he was a very funny dad! and very involved in the lives of his children more than his father had ever been in his life and he was very caring and sweet, always finding a way to cheer his kids up and keep them happy
-except, he was terrible at taking firm control of different situations
-he didn’t have the heart to say no to his kids much less scold them
-most of the time it was saeran scolding him and his kids for their troublesome antics, which you were more than grateful for
-the first day you had left hadn’t been too eventful
-it was just the boys being troublesome and reckless, like usual, and minjun just minding her business playing with her dolls
-it wasn’t until jiho snatched one of her many dolls from her hands and popped its head right off with ease did things go downhill
-his deviant smile disappeared right from his face when minjun just stayed silent, tears streaming down her face as she clenched her fists together tightly
-saeyoung was in the other room, working on little toy robots here while humming a tune until a shriek snapped him out of his calm little daze
-he sprinted out into the next room to find minjun sobbing her heart out and jiho screaming at the top of his lungs as she tugged at his red locks harshly
-saeyoung broke them apart as quickly as he could while seojun watched quietly from the corner, fear quite evident in his honey hues
-after a little while minjun was being held tightly by saeran and saeyoung was comforting but also scolding jiho
-“i’m so sorry you got hurt but don’t do that minjun’s toys. i need you to stop being so cruel or else you’ll never have anyone in your life.”
-it may have been a bit harsh but jiho got the message rather quickly and looked over at minjun, who was leaning against saeran’s chest with her back.
-eyes droopy and ringed with red as she lazily glanced at her brother before looking at the ground and twiddling with her fingers
-both jiho and minjun simultaneously started crying while over to minjun, unintelligible gurgles of possible apologies erupting from their throats as the crushed their sister with a hard hug to which she somehow accepted without much trouble
-saeyoung let out a sigh of relief as saeran just watched the children make up with a soft smile
-the three of them became closer that day, to which saeyoung was forever grateful for, and  no more problems occurred for the rest of the days you were gone
-but it was still quite obvious your kids missed you
-all three of them were crankier than usual and didn’t laugh at saeyoung’s jokes as much as they did when you were here
-at one point he caught all three of them complaining about his sad attempt at making macaroni
-he was..beyond hurt
-so much so that in that moment he fell to the ground while holding his chest and spewing out some tragic macbeth lines while his kids only stared in horror, obviously gullible and distressed
-“papa! what-what we do?”
-“you-you, should’ve eaten the…macaroni..”
-if they were even remotely cranky before that they were even crankier now
-it was a pain in the ass for saeyoung to deal with now all three of their antics now that they were all close and buddy-like but he somehow made it work
-he accepted their hair pulling and kicks to the shin with a smiling face while dishing out a few scolds here and there
-he was beyond exhausted the fifth day you were gone, so much so that he didn’t even notice the kids scribbling all over your private study’s white walls
-he was just casually taking a nap until he felt saeran shaking him while scolding him
-“not to alarm you or anything, but your kids just completely ruined MC’s white walls with their… ‘art’.”
-what?
-“saeyoung! jiho, minjun, seojun, mommy’s home!”
-wAIT WHAT
-saeran looked up at the entrance of the bunker with a small smile while saeyoung felt his soul leave his body
-the three little bundles of nothing but pure destruction came out laughing and smiling while crushing you in hugs while saeyoung forced a smile on his face while letting out a laugh of his own, a nervous one
-you squinted your eyes at him before walking over to him, your children dangling all over your limbs as you easily took long strides
-“what’s wrong honey?” you asked, worry painting your features
-suddenly saeyoung placed both his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, to which you hesitantly responded to at first before full kissing him long and hard, evidence that you had missed him quite evident in the kiss
-after a short while you pulled back, your eyes were closed and mouth slightly parted and saeyoung felt his heart curl at the sight
-you were still as beautiful as you were the first time he kissed you
-“what did you do?”
-what
-“honey,” you stated with an icy tone as you stared at him blankly
-“what, did, you, do?” you asked once more as he fiddled with his fingers
-“i-it’s not something i did but rather your children.”
-his kids all snapped their heads to him as shock painted their faces
-their father had ratted them out! for once in his life!
-you looked at the kids dangling from your limbs and cocked your head at them, a sweet but dangerous smile pulling at your features
-“what did you guys do while mommy was gone, hm?”
-before saying anything they all started crying, not wanting to face the terror that was both your scolding and punishments for being naughty
-saeyoung put his hands together in a praying symbol while mouthing “please forgive me” over and over again
-you only found out about your white walls through saeran, because both your children and saeyoung were too petrified of you to even say anything
-it was hellish to deal with all the chaos that was this family, but you’d never give it up. you loved saeyoung’s crazy antics and your children’s even crazier antics, and saeran’s calm nature.
-it was all well-balanced and you loved it more than words could ever even begin to explain.

Towards All Tomorrows

Inside the Meido

A little girl tugs at the only thing she can reach, the strange green skirt. She mumbles sternly, “No crying”
The woman shrieks, scaring the little white-haired girl, whose eyes shut and ears flattened in pain. After feeling warm familiar arms, the young hanyou opens her golden eyes to find the strangely dressed miko hugging her close.
“I’m not alone!” The miko exclaims, though the girl did not know she was talking to herself.
“Of course not, stupid!” She reprimanded softly.
Kagome blinked and put enough distance between them, though still not wanting to let go of the only other soul in this darkness, to see who this little demon child might be. What a strange thing for A CHILD to say. She wouldn’t put it past Inuyasha to say something like that but …
If she hadn’t been so scared, she would’ve cupped her mouth with her hands in instinct but she just gasped and gaped at the girl who was giving her a strange look.
She sniffed, “You smell weird. Who are you?”
This is Inuyasha’s child! It has to be! She looked to the jewel, seeking clarification. After all, why would the jewel allow her to see anyone? What was it plotting? But it gave no answer to her silent question.
She looked back to the girl to find a frustrated expression and a twitching ear that she knew all too well. She knew that the hanyou child was getting impatient. Kagome smiled, “I’m-”
“MORIKO!” Kagome whipped her head about at the sound of Inuyasha’s voice. Instantly the girl shouted back, “PAPA!”
Was she not an illusion after all? “INUYASHA!” Kagome yelled as well.
“You know my daddy?” The girl questioned. Kagome smiled, “Of course I do. I love your daddy towards all tomorrows.”
The little girl’s face lit up at that. “You’re-”
She paused and sniffed the air. Then she wrenched herself from Kagome’s hold and ran towards … Kagome’s heart wrenched in pain as she saw Inuyasha appear, the tetsusaiga in its meido form casually laid back one shoulder. “Inu-”
“Moriko, are you alright?!” She giggled as he sniffed her, checking her well-being.
His little girl climbed up on his other shoulder once he finished. “Papa! Look!” She pointed but she didn’t need to, he already knew.
Inuyasha had smelled her and heard her begin to say his name the moment he’d come here. At that moment he remembered his wife saying that time was a tricky thing, and that it was best not to mess with it. But what the hell am I supposed to do now?? She’s already seen both of us.
The young Kagome smiled, and his heart melted when she spoke, “So you got to have a happy future. I’m glad.” He could smell the tears beginning and nearly flinched.
“Kagome …” He didn’t want to spoil the future and he chose his next few words carefully.
“I guess the meido’s fabric of time is different. Somebody important to me once said that time is a tricky thing,” he quoted his wife, “Perhaps you were meant to meet us before so that you would know what you would be coming back to.”
“Ah.” Kagome rubbed her eyes, which were already raw. She was beginning to accept that Inuyasha must’ve fallen for another woman and had a child. She knew she shouldn’t ask about the future but … “Come back? Do I leave? Am I stuck on the other side?”
The young half-demon on his shoulder looked confused. “Daddy? What are you and mommy talking about?”
Kagome deadpanned, then blushed and Inuyasha put a hand to his face and groaned (but secretly enjoying young Kagome blushing). “So much for trying to avoid screwing up the future.”
There was a moment of silence before the older Inuyasha steeled himself, “Kagome, have faith in me … The- the young me” He clarified.
The pure soul that was Kagome smiled, “I have to believe that the future is not set, Inuyasha. Besides, I know better than anyone that ‘time is a tricky thing.’ But what’s going on? How are you here and not your younger self?”
“He’s here too, looking for you. As for why I’m here, this little rascal got too close to the meido. It was an accident.”
“Sorry Daddy.”
He nodded to her, then continued, “Kagome. You’ll know what to do, and you can do it. I promise.”
Inuyasha turned then, whipping his sword through the air, opening a meido. Through the opening, Kagome could make out an unfamiliar house and garden on a sunny evening.
He stepped forward, then leaped through. On the other side, the little girl on his shoulder waved. Inuyasha turned and yelled through time, “The idiot forgets to say it but I’ll say it for him: I love you!”
Then the portal shut before she could reply. It was so sudden that she burst into tears despite the fact that she has already cried all her tears away. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so happy, or because as the portal was gone so could that future.
After some time, the jewel spoke again, “Be true to your heart, Kagome. What will you do?”
She gathered herself up from her knees, holding Inuyasha’s words dear to her soul. Kagome stared at the jewel with new determination, “I won’t make a wish. I believe Inuyasha will come for me.”

Ten years later

“Soooooooooo, how was your little trip?” His wife grinned innocently from the doorway, her arms crossed over the swell of her belly. He was only a few weeks away from meeting his second child. He smirked as he remembered his bet with her over his unborn’s gender.

His mind acknowledged her question, and remembered what happened before he jumped in after his daughter. Kagome had simply watched, as if she hadn’t been concerned in the slightest.

Growing bored watching her father pondering his thoughts, Moriko hopped off and dashed up the few steps to hug her mother’s leg as all children often do. She rubbed her cute chubby face in the fabric, apparently in love with the sensation, then perked up, “Momma! You won’t believe it! We met your twin!”

Kagome smiled softly at her daughter, but before she could say anything, her daughter continued, “Papa called her by your name though…” she gasped, “We traveled through time! Just like you used to do! Why did you wear those strange clothes? I could barely reach them.”

His wife pressed two fingers to her own forehead, feigning that she had a headache, “So many questions.”

“Keh.” Inuyasha ascended to her side, tickling her ear with his soft whisper, “You were just as annoyingly smart wench.”

She returned his smirk and smacked him a quick kiss. “And you were just as impatient.”

The couple watched their daughter bound about the yard like a puppy, which she technically was being part-demon. Kagome sighed, “And energetic as well.” She pulled his clawed hand and pressed it to her swollen mid-section. He nearly jumped at the harsh thump that came from inside her. He was used to this one being calm, only hearing its heartbeat.

Giggled at his reaction, she gave him this expression full of love, “I love you.”

Cupping her cheek, he replied, “Towards all tomorrows.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

*squeals loudly* I AM A GENIUS!!!

WEEEELLLLLL This took two hours of my ‘study time’ … no regrets

lookie wut I made @keichanz

New Dad Shiro

Here are some Allura and Shiro having a baby (more specifically Shiro reacting to being a father) HCs that no one asked for but I made anyways:

  • Shiro and Allura had been married for a few years before they decided to have kids
  • Shiro had always wanted to have kids bc he loves them so much and family meant so much to him growing up
  • When Allura tells Shiro she’s pregnant, Shiro all but loses his mind bc that means he’s gonna be a dad and they’re gonna have a little baby to raise and omg wait it’s actually inside Allura right now omg omg omg
  • He tells everyone he works with and all of his friends bc he cannot contain his excitement
  • From that moment forth, Shiro dotes on Allura 24/7 and is constantly checking up on her
  • He even drives her to work and cooks more meals and does more housework
  • He insists that Allura rest most of the time and that she shouldn’t be waking up so early, especially when it’s the weekend and she can sleep in
  • Sometimes Allura is a little annoyed by Shiro’s worry and protectiveness, but it’s also sweet bc it shows he really cares about her and the baby
  • Then they find out the baby is going to be a girl and Shiro is sobbing bc he’s gonna be a real dad and have a daughter and he cannot wait
  • They go out and buy a crib and paint and decorations for the nursery
  • Shiro tries his best to put everything together, but, of course, he needs some help from Allura bc IKEA directions are confusing
  • He doesn’t allow Allura to go up on the ladder while painting, so she does the bottom half and he does the top
  • Shiro would often lay in bed and press his ear and hands against Allura’s belly to hear and feel the baby moving around inside of her and he still can’t believe there’s a real baby in there and it’s his baby and he’s gonna be a dad
  • As Allura’s due date gets closer, Shiro starts to really worry about the baby bc he’s so afraid something will go wrong
  • He goes to every single doctor’s visit and asks questions that make Allura roll her eyes and the doctor chuckle
  • Then he starts going almost everywhere with Allura just in case the baby decides to come early and she he can make sure that she’s not straining herself while shopping or something
  • Then one day Shiro gets a call at work saying that Allura was going into labor and needed to go to the hospital
  • It takes a minute for it to sink in and he literally sprints to his car to drive to the hospital bc holy shit Allura is having the baby now
  • He gets to the hospital and he’s so nervous and stressed he’s shaking and can’t form sentences and somehow the nurses figure out where he needs to be
  • Shiro holds Allura’s hand as she delivers the baby and he’s surprised it isn’t broken by the end
  • He practically passes out as Allura is giving birth bc so much was happening
  • But, in the end, a healthy baby girl is brought into the world and Shiro is sobbing as the doctor hands her to them
  • He is so happy that the baby is okay and that Allura is okay
  • Shiro feels like he is going to crush the baby bc he’s so big and she’s so tiny
  • Just look at her little tiny toes and little fingers and little everything
  • They get to go home after a few days and Shiro posts pictures of the baby online and shows photos to his coworkers bc he is so proud and happy
  • Lance, Hunk, Keith, Pidge, and Coran come and visit, Hunk bringing over meals for them
  • Shiro does the most he can for Allura and the baby while she’s an infant
  • He tries to make sure the work is divided evenly, considering that Allura is home alone with the baby while he’s at work all day
  • Shiro loves it when Allura visits him at work with the baby bc all of the little elderly women have been dying to meet his new daughter
  • Shiro loves his daughter to pieces and is so devoted to his family
  • He becomes a sort of stay at home dad once Allura can go back to work, but they mainly try to split work evenly, though he is usually the one to respond to emergencies at daycare bc his work is closer to the care center
  • Then, about two years later, Allura tells him she’s pregnant again and Shiro breaks down crying again
  • And this time they’re having twins