he checks up on her

prongsno  asked:

Andromeda and ted for the couple thing?


who hogs the duvet: ted just bc his shoulders take up. so much room

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: hes always checking up on her tbh

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: ted loves thinking up cool and wonderful ways to make her smile hes. such a dork

who gets up first in the morning: he does

who suggests new things in bed: both

who cries at movies: TED

who gives unprompted massages: TED

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: omg ted again wtf

who gets jealous easiest: ANDY

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: im 100% willing to bet that ted listens to country music which is. embarrasing enough in itself

who collects something unusual: ted collects. wooden ornaments

who takes the longest to get ready: honestly?? she does. v precise

who is the most tidy and organised: ANDY IS THE MOST ORGANISED FUCKER ULL EVER MEET

who gets most excited about the holidays: its never been a v exciting thing for andy but ted. loves it

who is the big spoon/little spoon: HES THE BIG SPOON but they switch

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: SHE DOES. typical slytherin. although she tries without winning but ted just. concentrates so hard poor soul

who starts the most arguments: her anger is rlly quiet and he knows to give her space when thats the case but his anger is rlly loud and he knows to give himself space when that happens honestly. anger is a rlly hard point for both of them bc it means that theyre really. sad and like. its hard

who suggests that they buy a pet: andy wants horses. ted is more than happy to oblige

what couple traditions they have: dinner in front of the fire, she rides horses while he chops wood

what tv shows they watch together: they dont. watch much tv. andy likes the news

what other couple they hang out with: i can see them getting along rlly well with arthur and molly

how they spend time together as a couple: they cook together, garden together, do housework together (they have this thing abt. spring cleaning), he takes her out for dinner

who made the first move: kind of like with a lot of other couples he made the first move but it didnt rlly matter until she said yes and he made sure not to push too hard

who brings flowers home: HE DOES. MASSIVE BUNCHES OF THEM

who is the best cook: shes p good at culinary stuff but teds a mean home cook

send me a couple!!

- bellamy blake, asking the important questions in 4x11

A Very Serious Analysis of That Kabby Scene™

If this show was narrated:

“And now back in Polis, we catch up with Kane and Abby, who have been having the sex nonstop since their kids left.“ Seriously, HOW many times had they done it by then??? Cause they looked pretty damn comfortable and 9 days is a long time in Polis days

Be not distracted by the candlelight and furs, folks. Because y'all….that is Marcus Kane thrusting into Abby Griffin.

They show a final thrust.
Blur effect, you failed miserably and we all know what went on down there.

Here’s an extra gif of that shot, because, well, Marcus Kane is on top of Abby Griffin.
In a bed.

The moans. The sighs. For goodness flippin’ sake.

"You…are a terrible influence”

My gosh - THE FLIRTING!!! Does anyone else get the feeling this is like the 35th time they’ve done it?? and Abby tells Marcus she needs to check on Roan, but then he starts sexing her up and it happens again?? I somehow get the feeling Abby doesn’t mind being influenced ;)

AND HIS FACE?! That smile - he literally looks so pleased with himself. Like, he knows exactly what he does to her and how to turn her on because it’s been 9 days and they’ve had PRACTICE Y’ALL.

Time for adorabubble you-made-me-late-but-gave-me-an-orgasm-so-thankyou kisses. 

And the way her eyes are still closed?!

Marcus is feeling sleepy ;) Just the fact that it’s fun sex -  not angsty or too serious - makes me giggly :D

Marcus watching Abby get dressed is my aesthetic.

You just know he’s thinking “My wife is so hot”

Cue tears.

I’m so glad I went out and bought tissues before watching this episode. I wish I was kidding.
But seriously, WHAT. A. GENTLEMAN. 
He’s ruined me for anyone else.


He wraps his arm around her neck!!!

Okay, look, I know it was cute and loving but damn.
The protectiveness and strength that came through in that one action got me seriously hot and bothered.

Pleased with himself again.

He knows he did good.
Just look at that infuriatingly sexy smirk.

The forehead touch makes a triumphant return. Abby honestly seems so happy and at home and just…it’s just so domestic!!!

When he pulls her back, just before he says ‘but be careful’ - her little smirk, she thinks he’s going to try and convince her to stay again <3 Like how many times have you done this already this morning sir?

 His smoulder as she walks away.

That is a nice smoulder.

He is shirtless.
Shirt. Less.

I feel like every single The 100 fan has just realised how hot ‘the oldies’ really are.

Bonus kiss <3 



Now. Now I can die peacefully.

Yes I was fully aware of how much I focused on Marcus during this but it’s just cause I maybe really definitely want to be Abby.

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

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


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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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)

anonymous asked:

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

Originally posted by sukiieeeee

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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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?

Fic I’ve decided I want to exist (but don’t currently have the brain space to write):

Obito is bored (so bored) and currently The Plan is running well without his supervision (so bored) and so he decides to take some time out of his life to go glare at Kakashi from behind some bushes. The asshole always twitches and spends the next several months paranoid, checking behind his shower curtain and throwing kunai at squirrels. It’s excellent.

So Obito moseys over to Wave where apparently some would-be dictator shipping magnate is having some Konoha nin difficulty.

Only to find out that some idiot put Kakashi in charge of a genin team??

Obito decides to hang around to watch what is surely to be a disaster. And, yeah, sure enough. Blood and tears.

And, like, it’s not like Obito particularly likes watching Kakashi be useless at something. (Yeah, who’s he trying to kid, he adores it.)

He just. Wow. Feels really bad for the girl.

She reminds him Rin. Sort of.


Not really.

Not at all.

But he thinks that maybe the superficial resemblance is why Kakashi can’t even look her in the eye.

And. Look. The kid’s obviously got promise: tree-walking on the first try?

It’d be a shame if the asshole ruined her. (Like he ruined Rin.)

So, y’know.

Obito is really doing her a service when he kidnaps her.

(Kidnap is a harsh word.)

(Obito is going to be so much better at this sensei gig. It’s going to be awesome, just you wait and see, Sakura-chan.)

anonymous asked:

to kind of go off the break up post, could you write headcanons for the rfa + v and saeran who had their heart broken fairly recently by their ex, but they meet mc and she helps them get over their exes and heal their wounds ??

☆ ̄(>。☆)


- It was so hard for him to trust anyone, let alone women.

- All the women he knew now were just wanting him for his money. Maybe a few for his looks, but nothing for him. They never tried to get to know him, just assumed from rumors or press.

- He didn’t want them to know him.

- He hated having lunch with his father when a new woman was hanging around with him. Kissing in front of him, saying weirdly flirtatious things that should just be reserved for his father, if anyone.

- He hated, hated, hated, when his father left the women with him while he went somewhere else for a moment. His blood would freeze, his heart would threaten to burst out of his damn chest as he waited for what they would say, what they would do.

- Gross comment about his single life, once or twice an inappropriate pass. If they tried touching him he was gone, running home like a scared child.

-He’d lock himself in his penthouse, his bedroom, struggling to calm down with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms.

- The women were worse when he was a child, and he never understood that. Never understood why the memories would attack him so harshly each time his father had a new girlfriend. 

- Was he scared? Scared of the women trying to advance sexually towards him? But he was an adult, he could say no.

- When you started showing affection towards him, he was scared. He was so scared. He would never admit it. He wasn’t supposed to have such feelings. That’s what everyone had told him as he grew up.

- But you prompted him to share emotions, just like Rika did.

- Rika who teased him with relationship possibilities, who teased treating him right.

- Rika, who nearly drove him and his best friend away from each other with her sneakiness.

- As far as he knew, V never found out about the way she mused her and Jumin being together. But he was so scared V somehow resented him for her musings. 

- He didn’t want to lose the only friend he had. He didn’t want you to mess up his life, to give him more nightmares and threads.

- But you were so much kinder. More willing to listen, more willing to let him work through his emotions rather than forcing him to show them. He didn’t know how, but he was slowly losing his threads.

- When the two of you officially got together, about a month later, he finally opened up about what happened to him. When you cried, but still did your best supporting him and offering any way to help, that’s when he knew he never had to be scared of you.


- He could be anyone. Knight in shining armour? Badass punk? He could and would do it. Playing the big brother to make a friend happy? Playing the romantic fool to get the girl?

- He’s done it, and he would do it again.

- He grew up being told how he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough. Since he was blessed with the skill of acting, why not use that to his advantage?

- Had he used his skill for romance? Certainly. To woo a certain girl or two? Yep.

- But each relationship would always fail, always, because he would end up heartbroken when they saw through the ruse.

- Saw how pathetic he was.

- No one could love him for himself. Not his fans, not Jaehee, not anyone.

- So when you started flirting back with him, he was scared and excited. So excited because he would finally be given the attention he craved so much, the sweetness he wanted to hoard to himself.

- But scared because he knew you would leave him once he couldn’t keep the rude up forever.

- He thought you were attach him to certain roles he did, expect him to act like ___ from the ____ play. 

- But you never watched his stuff? He was a little offended but…He was still excited. Did this mean he didn’t have to act for you?

- He didn’t count on it. But when you met him and kept asking about his past, about himself, and not his career, he was just…So happy. He kept it hidden, and kept it safe, but he was so happy.

- As the relationship progressed, and you started becoming close to him for who he really was, he just couldn’t describe how thankful he was to have met someone like you.

- Someone who could appreciate him for himself, to make him feel less pathetic, less disgusting.

- Without any acting, he was finally good enough for someone. He didn’t care if it was just one person, as long as that person was you.


- Romance was difficult.

- She didn’t have the time, the emotional range half the time. She couldn’t waste her energy on it.

- Since her parents left, she was constantly having to prove herself, take care of herself, be the best that she could be to be able to support herself.

- The first time someone confessed to her, she had no idea what do to other than thank them. It never progressed further than that.

- But after some mocking, the next time someone confessed she accepted it.

- Usually couples were able to support each other, right? They were able to help each other and be there emotionally, right?

- How come she could never open up to any of them? Share her feelings, the depression eating her up inside, the constant weight she had on her shoulders. Why was it so difficult?

- Her first relationship was a failure. The second was only slightly better.

- They were older, able to explore the more adult sides of a relationship. But she never would expect she would be taken advantage of sexually, rather than emotionally.

- She was just…bland. There were others so much better looking than her. She didn’t understand how she was just being used as some plaything.

- That relationship didn’t last long. Long enough to leave scars, but not long enough to make new ones.

- When you came along, started supporting her, she was so conflicted. You were so much nicer than everyone else, so much kinder, willing to talk to her about her interests rather than blow them away.

- You were wanting to be friends?

- But her emotions felt deeper than friendship. She couldn’t place them, she didn’t know how to because she didn’t want to compare her feelings to her past failed relationships.

- One night after the two of you had closed down the shop one night, you both had a strange very late discussion. For some reason the early hours of the morning made her open up more.

- For some reason she mentioned her past relationships.

- When you hugged her and kissed her cheek, explaining none of it was her fault, she cried for the first time in years.


- He never counted the first girl he had been with as his girlfriend, and luckily no one ever found out about it.

- It was just some girl on the same sever as him. They ended up privately talking and they found out they went to the same school.

- It didn’t take long for them to find each other, start trying to hang out, start becoming closer.

- But it was going so fast. He wasn’t ready like she was, he wasn’t ready for something so serious; not when he wasn’t even sure of his own feelings.

- The casual hangouts turned into her flirting with him, belittling him for not having a lot of experience, egging him on to try to be flirtatious with her.

- And if he tried she would just always laugh at him.

- Somehow, he didn’t even know how, but he started having feelings for her. But he couldn’t place it as love, or lust, just wanting to prove himself, prove that he wasn’t such a child like she insisted.

- One night she promised a relationship. He didn’t know how to react, but she reacted for him, dragging him into a make-out.

- She was gross, so so gross. Saliva was everywhere, she wouldn’t stop rubbing against him, and he just couldn’t think right.

- Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy.

- The day after she tossed him aside, and he never spoke about her. Acted like that never happened. He didn’t want to remember it.

- When you started showing feelings towards him, he was so excited! You were a good person, you were almost like Rika! Not selfish like that one girl.

- But he was so scared, so nervous. The last time he jumped into his emotions, he ended up getting so hurt.

- The first night the two of you were alone, he was so scared. He was so scared of hormones and the strained teasing of heavy petting. He didn’t want to think of her, but he couldn’t help it.

- But you didn’t try to take advantage of him. You just wanted to hug, innocently cuddle, dote on him and try to help take care of him.

- You were so warm and kind, so calming. It was so hard letting you go back home that night, but he was glad the next day when he woke up to loving texts from you.

- One day he might open up about that girl, but you were already thousands better than her, and he was becoming less scared by the second. 


- He wasn’t supposed to have feelings for anyone. His agency taught him that early on, taught him to kill such ridiculous emotions.

- But, hey, maybe he could give Zen a run for his money with his acting skills, because the agency thought he had killed his emotions.

- And for a while, it was easy to believe such rules. Never get attached, never get crushes, just life fast and pray you finish the mission.

- He needed to focus on helping his brother, anyway, right? Finding him? He didn’t deserve happiness until that.

- One undercover mission had him pretending to be the new bodyguard of a woman while tracking information for the agency. It wasn’t a quickie, either. He had to be there for a few weeks- nearly a whole month.

- And during that time, her silly jokes caught up to him, her flirtatious nature making him unable to sleep at night.

- As the mission drew closer to an end, he found himself more and more captured by her.

- She even cried and held him tight the day he had to leave, and damn was it hard to let go and pretend there was nothing between them.

- But, being himself and a hacker, he found himself needing to constantly check up on her- Make sure she was safe, make sure the agency hadn’t done any real damage to her.

- During the process, he managed to track down more personal info. Emails, online accounts, text records… Text records of her discussing how easy it was to get the guards to do whatever she wanted, as long as she flirted and pretended she cared about them.

- Well…That was a polite summary.

- He felt like someone had hit him in the gut as he read her cold words.

- Is this why the agency made such rules?

- He was unable to work, unable to think clearly, for ages. Because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for a target.

- So when you came along, of course he pushed you away. Of course he tried making you hate him. Just anything so he didn’t have to feel those emotions again. Just anything.

- But when you stayed, when you put yourself in danger for him, when you helped him with his brother. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but catch feelings.

- And he was scared, but you were willing to do so much for him.

- It didn’t hit him until one rough night with Saeran. Saeran was losing it, his meds not kicking in yet to calm him from his meltdown. During the process, Saeran listed all the godawful reasons he hated him, how he abandoned him.

- He had heard it constantly since his brother moved in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- He was resting on the couch, trying to calm his racing thoughts when you joined him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek.

- He didn’t say anything, but somehow you knew exactly what he was feeling, and the right words to help him snap out of it.

- That’s when he realized that no matter how far he pushed you away, you always bounced back still ready to love him and give him your all.

- You even helped him when his brother was like this, even when Saeran screamed at you too.

- It had taken him a while to understand you weren’t going to leave. Not anytime soon.

- And when he did, he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go for ages.


- He couldn’t get over Rika

- He missed the sweet smiles and stabbing pains, he harsh words, the straight out abuse.

- He deserved it. He always deserved it. For never getting her the right help, for never giving her enough. It’s what he deserved for being so pathetic and simple minded.

- The love of his life, and he couldn’t save her from herself.

- He knew it was gross, he knew he should get help, but he thought he should rot in this pit of despairing emotions, letting it suffocate him until all his loved ones left him too. 

- Just like what had happened to her.

- When you came along, he was still wallowing in that pit, drowning and refusing to pull up for air.

- But you helped him despite any weak protests. He wanted this pain, this depression, but he was always too scared to let himself sink down completely.

- You helped him. You helped him get into therapy, helped him learn what medication to take, just something to help him get back on his feet. Something to get him to stop hating himself so much.

- You knew it was going to take ages, possible a few years. But you were willing, you were patient. Because he didn’t deserve this.

- No matter what he did, he couldn’t control her brain. He couldn’t have sacrificed himself to save her, because not even that could have helped.

- When you explained this to him, explained how you were going to stay by his side and help him, that was the first time you ever saw him break down.

- He was openly sobbing, finally being told the words he was so ashamed of thinking of. 

- You held him as he cried, helped him start patching himself back together.

- He missed the feeling of being loved so tenderly, and he was so grateful to have it again.


- Everyone knew he had issues. It wasn’t a surprise. He was sure strangers could guess just by a passing glance.

- He couldn’t understand why anyone would love him. He knew Saeyoung did, but that was forced love, wasn’t it? Obligated. No choice. 

- His mother had always told him he was unlovable anyway. Disgusting, weak, pathetic. She told him so often it was hard for him to believe anything else, even so many years later.

- One time he did try to believe otherwise. He tried to think he was capable of being loved. His savior had told him so. She had promised sweet words and affection when he did as she told, and she was the first woman he ever had positive feelings for. The first woman he thought had loved him back. The first woman to share his feelings.

- Only just to watch as she tossed him aside for that blinded fool.

- Therapy was supposed to be helping him through this, but each session he just found himself zoning out more and more, numbly pretending to listen to the advice given. 

- When you came along, helped him and his brother even after all the horrible things he had done, he just… He felt those feelings coming back again. Admiration, love, longing.

- He wanted to hold you in his arms and just whisper words of thanks for letting him feel something again. Something other than pain. Something kind and warm, something that helped eased the nightmares.

- But he was so scared. So fucking scared. He couldn’t handle rejection again, he couldn’t handle another heartbreak, another nightmare.

- Even though he was scared, when you first kissed him he didn’t voice his worries. When you first cuddled with him, helped him with a panic attack, he still swallowed his fears about you.

- It was when he discussed his therapy with you that he finally admitted his feelings. How he was going to disappoint you, how you were just going to toss him away like all the others in his life.

- When you teared up, he finally snapped out of his numbness, his stomach churning.

- But you just slowly opened up about how happy he made you, how much better your life had gotten, how upset you were that he would say such horrible things about himself.

- That was the day he decided to try and treat your relationship more seriously, more romantically.

- Unlike the others, you wanted him. And he wanted you, too.

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

Painting a different picture of Rikyako's incident.

Some things irked me when I tried to reconstruct what happened on Day 2’s Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare. I was trying to write a better story, a better recount when I realised there were both gaps in what I knew as well as things that didn’t add up.

Mostly, it was trying to piece together what Anchan said to Rikyako. No one was actually able to hear that, even though we were able to hear Rikyako’s sobs, Ainya’s constant “daijoubu” and Suwawa telling Rikyako to calm down. But Anchan’s mic did not pick up anything she said, which could only mean that she had been switched from arena-broadcast to internal-comm.

I was also confused over all the different accounts on how they said there were two restarts- I only realised after a while that they had counted the part after the note-hitting solo as a fresh start when it was just a continuation. That was the segment where the music cut off, despite Rikyako already jumping back in and trying to keep up.

It slightly ruins the amazing story that we had built up, but this is the more likely actual sequence of events I reconstructed with other people’s help.

  1. Rikyako messes up a note and panics. She misses the entire note-hitting instrumental and starts to break down.
  2. The background instrumental kicks in and Rikyako tries to jump back into playing, but at this point she is on the verge of falling apart.
  3. Stage director sees this (probably through the piano cam?) and cuts the music. The girls dance a bit more, ready to resume in case the music comes back up.
  4. Stage director switches Anchan over to internal-comm and informs her to check up on Rikyako.
  5. Ainya and Suwawa follow despite most likely not being told to do so as well. The other girls either stay put of their own volition or get told to do so.

And the rest of the incident is just as it seems. This by no means makes Anchan any less of a leader: she still had the strength to command in that moment (she tells Ainya to back off to give Rikyako breathing space at one point), not to mention she faced most of the difficult task of getting Rikyako to calm down.

The main point is mostly noting that some very important people, notably the production crew, had been forgotten in all this. In that split-second, it was the stage director who had noticed Rikyako’s condition and made the painful call that it would be worse for them to continue. He cut the performance and sent Anchan up to check on her. It was the crew which turned what was potentially a disastrous moment into a heart-warming one, managing to spin a positive take onto it that was the best possible outcome from a worst-case scenario.

No one ever thanks the production crew except the performers themselves, and that is mainly because the hallmark of a good production crew is that you won’t even notice their work. And sure enough, the focus of the concert remained on the 9 girls all the way to the very end despite such an incident. For the crew which managed to pull this off, I have nothing but respect for them.

Exo reaction to having a lazy Sunday


He’s an early riser usually but for you he’d sleep in a little longer and smile at the sleepy whines you’d make when he tried to wake you up. When you gently kicked him away Minseok had to stifle laughter behind his hand as he walked into the kitchen to start up the espresso machine. He’d be surprised when he felt your arms wind around his side as you rested your forehead on his shoulder and he would lead you to the sofa where you’d sip your coffee and watch morning news while you chattered. You’d spend the day laying on the sofa together and talking about everything and nothing, arguing over what type of coffee is the best and probably having to tell Jongdae to let you have a day alone for once. 

“Please Minseok, I love Jongdae but he was here yesterday!”

“I’ll suppose I can tell him tomorrow is a better day to meet”

Originally posted by xiuminet


After a few very busy months on tour Junmyeon would absolutely cherish a day of anything with you. Having promised a movie day with you while he was away, he woke early to make all the snack foods and arrange the sofa into a duvet fort. Waking you gently and carrying you through while you yawned itno his pajama shirt, your eyes would wide at the effort and you’d cling to him gratefully. Settling down on the sofa you would both munch on popcorn and fruit while he begged you to watch Star Wars with him, finally relenting you nodded and he grinned as he pressed play, pulling you closer. You two would only move from your cosy den to grab drinks throughout the day.

“Can we watch something that isn’t sci-fi next….”

“You know the answer already y/n”

Originally posted by irpsychotic


Not having the opportunity often to spend a whole day doing nothing with you meant Yixing would savour the time completely. Playfully pulling you back under the covers so he could sleepily press kisses to your face while you complain jokingly about wanting breakfast, he wouldn’t let you back up until you kissed him back as many times.When he eventually let you go you’d both walk into the kitchen to make breakfast together where he bet he would make the most perfect eggs. Hearing him sing softly to himself as he cooked would break you into a smile while you laid the table. Chuckling, you’d think to yourself how he really brings his own music with him everywhere before you wrapped your arms around his front while he plated up and you spent the entire day laughing and singing together. 

“Baby Baby Baby, Always got me waiting~”

“I’m waiting for those eggs Yixing”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


Now your Sunday with Baekhyun would be anything but lazy. Taking you out early to try the new cafe across the street he knew you’d been dying to try Baekhyun would have a day in the park with a picnic planned. Smiling his warm unique smile at you as he grasped your hand he would lead you into the field with a basket filled with your favourite foods, laying a blanket down and setting out the feast. Laying on his back in the shade of the trees, he’d move your head on his shoulder while he waited for the food to settle in your stomachs, pointing out shapes in the clouds and betting he could totally hit a higher note than you. The day would be spent chasing you around the park after you stole the last cake.

“I can’t believe you steal my cake after I made this cute date”

“Hey, you bought it for us… and I did win the bet!”

Originally posted by squynhty


You’d have come back into the apartment after buying some hot chocolate for you both when you discovered him still snoring softly in bed, his feet sticking out of the duvet. Opening the curtains he would peer at you sleepily before breaking into a dopey smile and swinging out of bed to press a kiss to your forehead. Taking your hand and the hot drinks he would lounge with you on the sofa and catch up after he had been away, you would fill him in on the drama at work and he would tell you stories of the members and him. Finally he would pull you into a cosy cuddle as you both watch a television show though you chattered over it, not really paying any attention to it while you both relished in each other’s company.

“And then Minseok chased us down the hallway with a pillow”

“You should really stop pranking the poor guy Chanyeol”

Originally posted by kaisanity


Jongdae is definitely someone who wouldn’t sleep in long so most of your lazy Sunday would be giggling at him while you played some games on the Playstation. Watching his face scrunch up as you raced against him and hearing his familiar whine of “WAE” when you shot past him over the finish line caused you to smirk smugly and tease him. Turning to him and raising your eyebrows smugly he’d demand a rematch before smiling warmly at you and trying to swap controllers, because you totally only won because you had the good controller according to him. Pushing him away you’d both spend the day shoving each other playfully and sabotaging each other while you waited for the pizza you ordered to arrive. 

“OH COME ON, There’s no way you’re that good!”

“Guess who practised while you were on tour~”

Originally posted by kaisanity


You would wake to the sound of his musical singing drifting from the kitchen as well as the smell of brunch. Pulling yourself out form the covers you padded into the kitchen to see Kyungsoo wearing his glasses while he facetimed his mum to check if he cooked her recipe right. Looking up at your greeting he’d pull into the frame and you’d wave dozily at his mum before saying goodbye as Kyungsoo held up the spoon for you to taste his new attempt at cooking. It would be way too spicy for brunch, that man has a love for almost unbearable spice but you’d be used to his tastes. The two of you would chatter as you shared your food and you’d try to tease information about his new movie out of him. 

“I heard you’re in a musical…about a soldier..”

“Y/n you know I won’t tell you anything”

Originally posted by topfied


You would wake up before him and it would be your challenge to get him up. Settling for shaking his shoulder and watching his dogs jump onto the bed to poke their noses against his cheek you’d smile brightly when he peeked an eye open. Mussing his bed head lovingly you’d drag him out of bed and order him teasingly to get dressed so you could both walk the dogs. Laughing deeply at your tone he would quickly get ready so he could haul you over his shoulder to hear your giggles as his dogs crowded around his legs in excitement. Your cheeks would ache while you tried to pat his back to let you down. The whole day would be playing with his dogs and laughing breathlessly at his antics.

“Jongin, you let me down this instant!”

“Only if you say please~”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Sehun would be just as reluctant to leave the bed as you were and it would take the promise of food in the kitchen to rouse you both. Feeling his arm wrap around your waist as you swing you feet onto the floor he would yawn and follow you out of the bed. Stooping to feed Vivi while you get out some cereal and turn on the kettle he would eagerly ask you what you wanted to do today and would suggest a day of pampering each other. Having worked so hard recently Sehun’s body would need a good rest so you both sat down after lunch and giggled at each other’s animal face mask. Sehun would lean close and take multiple pictures of you as you try to avoid his camera holding your hands in front of your face.

“Yah! you have enough photos, stop stop!”

“I never have enough photos of you jagiya!”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Admin C- I’m completely finished with exams! I’ll be able to write more often so please enjoy this reaction!

Happier, Aren’t You?

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

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

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

So this isn’t mine, it’s my sister’s. She works as a customer service rep at a bank and lets just say she gets some… interesting calls from time to time.

Somebody made a reservation at a hotel and the they charged her account and she tried to claim she didn’t stay there. She called the hotel with the client on the line and the manager said she did stay there and that he personally walked up to her room and told her to check out two hours past the checkout time. In the room, the girl was fixing her hair and there were towels and clothes and cigarette butts everywhere (so she was charged a smoking fee in addition to her room)

The girl tried to deny she was ever there and he manager said they remembered what she looked like and gave a general description of the girl. The girl then tried to lie about her appearance and my sister pulled up her ID, which proved that the girl calling was the one the manager saw.

So uh, needless to say my sisters job gets very frustrating at times.

anonymous asked:

I don't see how any one can ship reylo. Do you not understand that he tried to kill her? They are not going to fall in love.

 If you are so sure of that, why did you commented anonymously to a Reylo shipper?😏 My Reylo family has been right about a lot of things - including the balance - because we paid attention to every detail in the movie and the book. Over a year ago some of us was told by antis that we are overlooking things and the next movie won’t have anything to do with balance. It’s all in our heads etc etc. Well, obviously they was wrong and we was right lol.

Light. Darkness. The Balance.” - Rey

Light//Darkness + Ren//Rey + Yin//Yang = Balance

Let’s begin…..

The book made things a lot clearer. Takodana Woods: In the movie when we first see Kylo approaching Rey, he has his lightsaber pointed downward. He wasn’t even approaching her in a fighting-manner, although, he could had shut his lightsaber off because between that and his costume/mask, he looks pretty intimidating. So Rey goes into defense-mode which I don’t blame her, I would had done the same thing, and begins shooting at him and she runs. She always attacks first btw.

She fired, again and again. Each shot from her blaster he deflected with the lightsaber’s beam. Almost as if it were a game, she thought in terror as she continued to fire. He was playing with her. Until, evidently, he tired of it. He raised a hand, held it toward her, palm outward.

Villains sometimes play games with their prey until they grow tired of it, and then they usually kill them. It’s like a cat and mouse game. Kylo did not do that and he had every chance too kill her when he froze her into a complete halt. If that was Vader, he would had killed her there in the woods - without a doubt.

Halting an arm’s length away, he studied her face from behind his mask. What villain studies their prey’s face? Honestly? Unless you are a cat and you are looking at a delicious-looking mouse or bug, but even a cat doesn’t take long to study their meal. When he finally spoke, he sounded at once impressed and surprised. Impressed?! “You would kill me. Knowing nothing about me.” Finding that her mouth and lips worked, she replied defiantly. “Why wouldn’t I kill you? I know about the First Order.” Ain’t it funny that she’s willing to kill him but he hasn’t even mentioned wanting to kill her? He’s actually more calm than she is (he may even be a little cocky but he can’t help it, he’s a Solo/Skywalker-Mix). “I would say otherwise. But that is a small thing. Simple ignorances are easily remedied.” As he spoke, he walked slowly around her paralyzed body. Okay, Kylo is saying, as he’s circling her and probably checking her up and down like he did in the movie, that the First Order is a small thing. Why would he say that to her? Especially to someone who is suppose to be his enemy? “So afraid,” he murmured. I’m going to get back to that comment he made later. “Yet I should be the one who should be scared. You shot first. You speak of the Order as if it were barbaric. And yet, it is I who was forced to defend myself against you.” Proof again, he wasn’t approaching her to fight or kill her. Having circled her, he moved even closer, peering into her face, her eyes. Villains don’t do that! Then the red lightsaber he held came up: close to her flesh, close enough to cast a red glow on her face. Although many, even Reylos would say, that this part is a bit aggressive. I thought the same when first watching the movie but what he says in the next line in the book makes me think differently - even when watching the movie. It’s almost like he’s using his lightsaber as a flashlight to get a better look at her. I mean, he’s been looking for a girl that he heard about, even from Snoke or a vision he had. And then he says, “Something.” He sounded mystified. “There is something… Who are you?” The guy is mystified by his so-called prey! Shutting down and belting his lightsaber, Ren contemplated his immobile captive. Reaching up slowly, he touched her face. 

Again, enemies don’t do that, especially putting down their weapon, and for him to reach up slowly, it was as if he was trying not to scare her no more than what he already has. ENEMIES DON’T DO THAT! I mean, he even carried her when he put her into a force-sleep. He certainly didn’t do that for Poe!

So then we get to the interrogation room: Kylo let’s her awaken by herself and who knows how long he was waiting there and watching her sleep - while he also was kneeling down on one knee like a knight kneeling to his princess *cough*.

“Where am I?”

“Does the physical location really matter so much.” In Kylo Ren’s voice there was unexpected gentleness. My husband said that this part actually sounded sexual to him lol. But Kylo is also using a gentle voice to probably try not to scare her again. (When through out the entire movie, he isn’t nice to anyone else). Of course, the only thing Rey see’s right now is a enemy and a creature. Which under these circumstances, again, I don’t blame her.

So he goes on to tell her that, “You’re my guest.” With an ease that was more frightening than any physical approach, he waved casually in her direction. A couple of clicks, and the restraints fell away from her arms. She tried to take the demonstration in stride as she rubbed her wrists. The last thing she wanted was for him to think he could intimidate her any more than he already had. Looking around the room, she confirmed that they were alone. If they had added this part in the movie. It would had made a huge difference.

“Where are the others? The ones who were fighting with me?”

He sniffed disdainfully. “You mean the traitors, murderers, and thieves you call friends? Consider carefully now: I could easily tell you they were all killed, righteously slain in battle. But I would prefer to be honest with you from the beginning. You will be relieved to hear that as far as their current status and well-being is concerned - I have no idea.” Again, this part would had made a huge difference as well. He’s being honest with her. The villain!

“You still want to kill me,” he murmured. To me, at this point, it seemed like he was disappointed. He could had thought if he would release her from her restraints and be honest with her than she could relax a little and maybe gain some trust but it didn’t work.

“That happens when you’re being hunted by a creature in a mask.” She had a moment to ponder his possible reaction and to fear it. But he did not do what she expected. Instead, he reached up, unlatched and removed his mask. She just stared at him in silence. In itself the narrow face that looked back at her was not remarkable. It was almost sensitive. If not for the intensity of his gaze, Ren could have passed for someone she might have met on the dusty streets of Niima Outpost. But there was - that gaze. That, and what lay simmering behind it. The supposed-villain unmasks himself, probably for the first time in front of anyone, to a girl he just met. When all the while he had every chance to kill her and he doesn’t seem to care about the map at all. With Poe, it was a whole different story all together. I remember thinking in the theater, What is he doing? What is going on here? Something is not right. This isn’t just a villain. There’s something more going on here. He then questions her a second time in the book about if she was just a scavenger. But he sensed her embarrassment and ends up switching to a different subject which was about the droid. What?????? He cared about her feelings!!!!!

So tell me, where is it in the movie and book that Kylo wants to kill Rey? Because so far it just keeps getting juicy😏

Especially when he says, “I know you’ve seen the map,” he repeated. “It’s what I need. At the moment, it is all that I need.” When she maintained her silence, he almost sighed. “I can take whatever I want.”

Originally posted by gifawesomeness

If they had added that entire dialogue to the movie, that interrogation scene would of had a lot more sexual tension than what it already has. What does he mean when he says, “At the moment, it is all that I need.” ????? Yeah, he sure sounds like a villain……

Her muscles tightened. “Then you don’t need me to tell you anything.”

“True.” He rose, resigned. “I would have preferred to avoid this. Despite what you may believe, it gives me no pleasure. I will go as easily as possible - but  I will take what I need.”

Again, he wasn’t planning on hurting or killing her. He doesn’t want to mind probe her and he was going to go as easily as possible. So again, where is it that he’s trying to kill her?

So instead of going for the map, he begins to play into her painful memories which is the pain that she is experiencing - there’s no physical pain. And a moment later, she mind probes him back (because she was, to her surprise, open to his mind as well) and exposes his pain/fear.

And getting back to the part in the woods when he says, “So afraid.” And then he tells her in the interrogation room, “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.” Between the woods and the interrogation room, he’s clearly trying not to hurt or frighten her which is impossible to do because he’s with the First Order. So why would he say these things to her and treat her a lot more gentle than he did Poe? But yet, antis say that this scene/page was violent and mind-rape😑

So later, in Snoke’s chamber - Snoke reveals to Kylo: “You have compassion for her.” Which is HUGE! If you seen episode 2, you’ll know why. But it’s because of that, and so many other things going on, is the reason I see a Reylo romance happening in the near future. The way he treats her, especially if he has been having visions about her, I think in the exact end of their battle in TFA, he is in the beginning stage of falling in love with her. I know that people would disagree with me and that’s okay but that’s my personal opinion. Snoke revealed to him that he has compassion for her even though Kylo did try to deny it. “Compassion which I would define as unconditional love.” Of course he would have compassion for someone like her that was abandoned on a horrible planet because he feels abandoned by his own parents as well. I think it will take Rey a lot longer to even feel compassion and fall in love with him but it’s a space opera as they said many times. You have so many relationships in the Star Wars universe that started off just as rocky. So how can anyone say that Kylo and Rey are not going to fall in love? It’s a huge possibility like so many other possibilities that I could see happening within this story. It could go so many ways. Personally, I don’t see Reylo fully happening until Episode 9. 

So when we get to the battle and I was very surprised by this when first watching the movie, Kylo could had easily pushed her off the cliff and kill her but he didn’t. He literally pleaded and offer her to become his apprentice. And when the fight is over, Rey heard a voice inside her had, Kill him. And she knew that it would be so easy and quick. Funny thing is, it was the dark side telling her to do it. Isn’t Kylo on the dark side? The book says, She recoiled from it. From the dark side.

Neither of them wants to kill each other…..

There’s so many questions left unanswered. Even Kylo’s treatment to Rey clearly says, there’s a lot more to this story. I’m also a believer that they may have developed a force bond in the interrogation room. A bond like that forms when master and apprentice truly understands each other. And in some ways, they do understand each other. The big one is: Abandonment.

I also noticed in the TLJ trailer which I have talked about before. We see a scene of her charging on a war path while we see Kylo - less aggressive than her but still intense - seemingly looking as if he’s withdrawing his lightsaber downward.

So, yeah. Honestly, Rey would make a better villain than Kylo but that could have something to do with the theory that her name “Rey” being close “Ren” which I explain a lot, is hinting that she does come from dark origins which would be awesome and it would be a lot like the Darth Revan story. But with or without a force bond, I definitely see a romance happening <3



Warnings - fluff, angst, surprises, dad!tony.

Steve stumbled into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his was rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. It was a Saturday, it was 8am, and Tony had decided to wake the entire tower up by blasting AC/DC over the speakers. Each team member was slowly willing themselves to get up, groaning and cussing at the behaviour of their team-mate as he rushed around the kitchen, making sure he had everything in the correct place. Since it was early and the sun was shining outside, Steve moved himself out of bed and decided to go on a run after he had a cup of coffee in his system, “Morning Capsicle, wonderful day, don’t you think?” Tony asked as he poured a cup of coffee and slid it over to Steve who caught it with ease.

The super soldier frowned at the strange behaviour as he sipped at the drink in his hand, “Why are you so happy today, Tony? What have you done?” Steve deadpanned earning a chuckle from behind them as Natasha entered the kitchen wearing a pair of joggers and a vest top, grabbing a blueberry muffin from the tub in the corner before ripping a piece off and popping it into her mouth.

Tony feigned mock hurt as his mouth fell open, Natasha sent him a sceptical glance and he huffed, “Oh fine,” he exclaimed as he looked to Natasha mischievously, “Nova is coming home today,” Tony said and Natasha dropped her muffin, covering my mouth with her hands to conceal her gasp.

“What?!” Natasha shrieked as she searched Tony’s face for any sign of a lie, Steve watched the pair with confusion as she hugged Tony tightly, “I can’t believe it,” she breathed as she backed away.

Steve cleared his throat as Clint entered the room, “What’s the face about?” he motioned to Natasha who threw an apple in his direction, he dodged the flying piece of fruit and threw his middle finger up at her as he grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge.

The red haired assassin leaned against the counter and wiggled her eyebrows, “Nova’s coming home today,” Clint spat out the orange drink in his mouth and wiped his lips with wide eyes.

“Nova? Our Nova?” Clint asked and both Tony and Natasha nodded in sync, “Our Nova.”

Bucky joined Steve in the kitchen, just as confused as he was, Sam stood on his other side, “Sorry, but who or what is Nova?”

A voice scoffed from behind them as Bruce emerged with Vision at his side, Wanda following them in moments later with a serious case of bed head, “Nova is Tony’s daughter,” Steve’s face twisted in confusion, “Yes, Tony somehow managed to conceive.”

Bucky’s nose twitched in disgust, “I didn’t need that image, thanks Bruce,” he commented as he coughed and picked up a pastry from the basket, “But I never knew you had a kid, congrats.”

Tony looked around with a soft smile, “Yeah, she’s just about the only good thing that’s come from me,” he stated which made Natasha nudge him with a grin of her own to almost match his.

With the look on Tony’s face it was obvious to tell that Nova meant a lot to him, even if some of the team never knew of her existence, it was all to keep her safe, “When’s she due home?” Clint asked as he sat up on the counter.

The man checked his phone to look at her last call or message, “She got on her plane in Iceland last night, last thing she said is that she’ll be here around lunch time,” he paused and looked at the clock, “I say we’ve got about two hours,” he said with a smile, “I’ve sent Happy to go and get her since she insists that I keep my ‘old ass’ planted in bed,” Sam snorted at the reference and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully as Tony reeled off the insult from his phone.

“Well that’s two hours to get a surprise party ready, right?” Wanda asked from the corner as she buttered some toast and cut it in half, Tony smirked and looked around at the team before nodding, “Fantastic,” the team split off, making a list of what they needed but mainly allowing Natasha and Clint do it since they knew what she liked the most.

The list contained all sorts of things, Nova’s favourite foods which included doritos and a specific make of triple chocolate chip cookies, then were were banners and a cake which Natasha had called in a last minute favour for. Tony had ordered a huge and expensive bouquet of white roses, Nova’s favourite flowers, as well as a whole selection of giant stuffed elephant teddies, her favourite animal. Then Natasha created a CD of her most liked songs, and Tony got her baby album out as well as a collection of her old certificates for a range of things from horse riding to karate. Tony was immensely proud of his Nova.

A chime indicated a text message on Tony’s phone, one from Happy which said that he and Nova were pulling up to the tower and that they would be up on their floor in a matter of minutes, “Everyone, she’s here, hide in the kitchen, come on,” he told the team as he ushered them all into the kitchen, making them duck behind the counters.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Happy was talking to someone who was wearing heels, the sound of a suitcase being wheeled also filled the hallway as they walked through, “Dad? Are you here?” Tony peaked out from around the corner of the cabinet he was hiding behind, he watched her dark waves fall over her face as she bent down and picked up the card which had been stuck into the bouquet of white roses, a ghostly smile tugged at her lips as she read the card, “Nova, sorry I couldn’t be here when you got home, I’ll be back soon, love Dad,” she read the card aloud to Happy who looked at her sympathetically as she shrugged and slid the card onto the table.

Tony mouthed a countdown to everyone crouched behind the counter with a smirk as the rustling of clothes sounded where Nova stood, all at the same time everyone jumped out yelling, “Surprise!” as loud as they could, making Nova jump and lose her footing, and they all watched her fall to the floor and hear her land with a loud thud followed by a groan. Tony sped around the counter and jumped over the sofa as Nova turned her head and looked up to the ceiling dazed, “Are you okay, Nova?”

Nova looked up at her father and a million thoughts ran through her mind, how he had began to trim his stubble, the light in the middle of his chest had gone, most importantly she noted how old he looked, she cocked her head to the side with a smirk, “Since when did you get so old, dad?” Tony gave her a displeased look as she rose to her feet with a smirk, “Look at those frown lines! Jesus, dad!” her fingers poked in the lines creased into Tony’s forehead and he continued to look at her with the same unhappy expression.

Once Nova had silenced her little digs she stood up straight and smiled at Tony who cracked underneath her gaze and instantly wrapped her in her arms, kissing her forehead softly before examining her. How tanned she was, how her skin glowed and her eyes shined brighter than the sun. Nova looked older, because she was, Tony had figured out that she left home when she was 18, and that was 5 years ago, which made her 23 years old, “Since when did I get old? Look at you,” he poked her ribs and smiled when he heard her giggle happily before squealing.

“Nat! Clint! Oh my god!” Steve watched as she hurtled over the sofa and wrapped her legs around Natasha, pulling her to the floor as they both laughed heavily, groaning in protest when Clint lay over both of them, “Get the fuck off me Bird Brain,” she shoved him off and stood up, hugging Bruce tightly, “How’s it going Brucie?” she ruffled his hair and took a step back.

Bruce flattened his hair and grinned, “I’m good, how was travelling?” he asked her and they all watched her eyes light up.

“Oh it was amazing! I started off in Brazil and ended in Iceland, couldn’t travel and not see the Northern Lights, and let me tell you, they were the best part of the whole trip,” she gushed and Steve admired how she spoke and retrieved her phone from her bag to show Tony and Bruce the pictures, “It’s a hotbed for physics and geology,” she told them.

“You’re personal playground?” Tony nudged her as he scrolled through the pictures, allowing everyone to put up banners and posters around them, “Exactly Dad,” Nova stated as he pulled her in for a hug, mumbling about how much he missed her.

Tony looked around the room and realised that most of the people were strangers to his daughters, so he gathered them all around, “Everybody, this is my daughter, Nova Delilah Stark, she gets her looks from me and her brains, ow-” he yelped as Nova dug her elbow into his ribs, “Okay, she doesn’t need me to be clever, she specialises in physics and geology and finds my suits to be highly unnecessary,” he stated shooting her a look, “Okay, now, you know Natasha, Clint and Bruce already,” he stated with boredom as he pointed to each person in turn, introducing them, “This is Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky and last but not least, the Capsicle.”

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped forward, shaking Nova’s hand in his own, “My name is not Capsicle,” he stated and blushed when she giggled, pulling her hand away to cover her mouth.

Nova nodded and smiled warmly, “I know, you’re Steve, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she acknowledged as she looked to her father, “You do understand I’ve been hacking into your computer since the day I left, right?”

Tony frowned and his eyes widened, “Why didn’t FRIDAY, tell me?”

Nova crossed her arms, “Because FRIDAY’s got my back, Dad,” he suddenly went red and went to open his mouth, “Yes Dad, I’ve seen the tapes,” she looked away shamefully trying to stifle a laugh but failing.

Steve watched the interaction from Bucky’s side, he took the chance to really look at Nova, how her dark hair fell down her back in loose curls, how her makeup was done to perfectly and so naturally, how her eyes twinkled, he was utterly and completely mesmerised by her, “Don’t even think about it,” Bucky muttered to his best friend as he too watched the brunette poke fun at her father.

“Do what?” Steve replied innocently as his eyes raked up and down her body, how her jeans hugged her in all the right places and how her vest top showed off a teasing amount of cleavage.

Bucky sighed, “Don’t go chasing Nova, Tony will kill you, literally,” he told his friend before walking away to talk to Sam, leaving Steve behind to let his eyes follow Nova wherever she went.


Author: Admin Grace

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairing: Heavily Implied Dean x Reader

Warnings: Blood, tears, sadness, paralyzation, grotesque mentions of medical tubes and shit.


Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn


She was dead.

She had to be; no one could fucking survive that

Dean was panicking, losing all inhibition as he burst out of the building’s stairway door and sprinted to her prone form.

Y/N!” He shouted, his voice lost on her.

He made it to her, and slid to his knees, mumbling a string of both real curses and improvised ones.

He was afraid to touch her, her body looking broken and bloody.

Dean looked up hastily to the roof of the building she had just been pushed off of, his eyebrows drawn together, and his mouth down turned and ajar in turmoil.

When Y/N had been thrown off the building Dean had looked to Sam, and when his little brother gave a brief nod, Dean had bolted…

He was about to call for his brother - to make sure he was okay; that he had killed the thing they had been fighting…

Suddenly, Sam’s head peeked over the ledge, his hair framing his face. Good thing too; if Dean had spoken a word, his voice would have broken.

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