he worries about her like a father does

Sugiyama Noriaki interview for “Otomedia” Magazine October 2017

Before we start I want to clarify 2 things:

1) I translated only Uchiha Family stuff (it’s about 80% of all interview). Maybe one day my laziness and self-confidence in my translating skills will let me translate it till the end (or someone else translates it) but for now only SasuSakuSara parts.
2) English is not my native language so if you see any grammatical, lexical and other mistakes or just don’t understand some parts feel free to write me. 

This story tells about the final of the difficult situation that has developed in the Uchiha family!

 Was Sasuke (even in his own way) as nervous as Sarada was? While emotions are increasing, the strength of their family’s bond warms the heart. Is it really because of the nervousness in the 23 episode he doubts whether he should poke Sakura’s forehead? We asked about this seiyuu of Sasuke, Noriaki Sugiyama.

“Without words he said to Sakura: Are you really willing to do something so embarrassing in front of your daughter?” It was funny to watch him teasing her (laughs) It seemed to me this shyness was very much in Sasuke’s style. Honestly, after the end of the recording, Naruto’s seiyuu, Takeuchi Junko, said to me: “No, I don’t believe that he could do otherwise!” (laughs), probably Takeuchi-san is right. “ 

We talked a lot with Sugiyama-san about Sarada’s Story. After reuniting with his family, Sasuke again goes on a journey. However, there is bento in his hand made by his family therefore even if they’re apart, their family’s connection is felt even more. 

- How it was to play Sasuke as father and husband?

In "Boruto” Sasuke Uchiha appears to be different from what we’ve seen before. So I often wondered how I should play him. Of course, in «Naruto» he and Naruto sorted all things out, his character somewhat “softened,” but if you change a lot the nature of the character, in the end you will ask: “Who is it?” (laughs). Therefore, to prevent this from happening, I had to think carefully how to express this softness in Sasuke’s style, how would he show it? I believe that it is unlikely that Sasuke would say a lot of gentle words to his daughter … at first glance, Sasuke could look indifferent, given his violent past, but I’ve felt that he certainly thinks about Sarada. And I thought it would be very difficult to balance.

- There was a scene where in his words to his wife Sakura you could feel a “trust”.

There is a reason why Sasuke was absent from the village, that is why I think that during their meeting you can feel how much their relationship changed, especially from Sasuke’s side. Although the atmosphere is similar to the one that was before… how to say it more precisely, there is a mutual understanding between them. At least, I felt it. 

- What’s about Naruto?

 In my opinion, one of the most notable changes was his attitude towards Naruto’s words. After they sorted all things out, instead of cutting Naruto off with words «it’s wrong!» Sasuke rather thinks: “Well, most likely this idea also can be right”. If you compare with the former Sasuke, you can get the impression that in his mind he’s indulgent to Naruto. I think, instead of “a little softened” (about a small change in Sasuke) it would be more correct to say: “Ah, he seems to have become a little kinder.”
  I think if Sasuke was too kind to Sakura and Sarada, Sarada wouldn’t have had all these worries. The image of Sasuke should have turned out to make Sarada think: “Does this man understand what kind of relationship should be between the father and the child?” And this is also difficult.

 - Sugiyama-san, what is your impression of Sasuke’s daughter, Sarada?

 I think with the way she thinks and her insight she’s just like Sasuke. And love. In the Uchiha clan, “they are penetrated with love, that’s why they try to avoid this feeling” and Sarada also inherited it with the blood of Uchiha (laughs). In my opinion, the child is very cute. From her mother Sakura, she gets both love and trust, but you can see how much she wants to know the truth, she want everything to be clarified. Here, the blood of Uchiha has proven itself especially strong.  

- Is there any scene and phrase in the story of “Sarada Uchiha” which really impressed you?

There are a few, but the most exciting of them, when Sarada asked: “Do you think your feelings are well and truly connected to Mom?”, and when Sasuke replied: “Because we have you, Sarada,” what surprised her. Even if he doesn’t say a lot “Sarada, Sarada”, his concern for her is evident. Sasuke’s position can be understood, because if he were in Konoha, it could bring danger to Sarada and Sakura, so he wanted to eliminate all those who sought revenge on him in the village or outside of Konoha. In the village, he has people dear to him, to whom he can’t return, and he strongly feels that he must protect them from the outside.

Translated from Russian to English by me
Translated from Japanese to Russian by SasuSakuTeam. Мастерская переводов

My Girlfriend's An Idiot

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

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“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.  

“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you. 

You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.

“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”  

Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.” 

“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out. 

“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.” 

You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go. 

“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.” 

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.”  You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.” 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.” 

He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.” 

“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things. 

“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips. 

“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”  

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street. 

“Guess that’s my ride.” You said. 

He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile. 

He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back. 

You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push. 

You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two. 

The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach. 

“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge. 

“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.  

“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.  

“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.” 



“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone. 

They’re here. You texted Jasper. 

His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you. 

Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.

You ground your teeth, looking up briefly. 

“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone. 

“I’ll be down in a minute.”  You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.  

Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.

For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged. 

For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger.  He shot back.  

You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed. 

The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist. 

“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes. 

“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins. 

“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.” 

You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand. 

“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”  

You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you. 

“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”  

He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option. 

You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”  

Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?” 

“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”  

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?” 

“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.” 

Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.” 

He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.

You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.

“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”

You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.

Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.

“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.

“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.

“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.

What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.

“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.

“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.

He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.

“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.

“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”

You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”

Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.

“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.

“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.

“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.

“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.

Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.

You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”

Jasper just watched you. “What.”

You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”

“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.

“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.

beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Reasons to ship Scott x Malia
  • He calls her Lia
  • He was the one who changed her back into a human
  • He was the first person she saw as a human
  • He teaches her
  • “What if I told you that you’re the only one that I have left?”
  • He saw her naked (a lot!) but it isn’t a thing for them
  • They respect each other
  • “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing” “Your heart is pounding like crazy. Are you nervous?”
  • She sends him home when he wanted to help her with the desert wolf to protect him
  • ”I’m not asking. I’m offering. I’m just saying its okay if you want to [talk]”
  • They both broke up and are free for new love
  • “I can handle Peter” “You can handle him better with me!”
  • ”Malia. It’s okay. You’re safe.” 
  • “Scott you need your inhaler! Scott use it, use your inhaler!”
  • They saved each other many times

-She turns against her own father to protect him

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Relationships Part 1 Our!Ciel

There’s something I’ve been thinking about since the big reveal in Chapter 129 (warning Spoilers ahead). A lot of people have been speculating about the relationship between the two boys, and yet I’ve not seen a lot on exactly how their relationship to Lizzy differs and how that’s going to effect the story as a whole.  For the purpose of this piece, I’m going to refer to the Ciel we know as Ciel (or if I have to for clarification Our!Ciel) and the boy that appears to be the actual Ciel as The Twin, Twin  (or if I have to for clarification Real!Ciel). That being said let’s dive into this.

I want to bring up something quickly: I have to agree with @thedarkestcrow, @midnight-in-town in regard to the fact that several of the adults, outside of the Servants, know that Ciel is not the Twin, but rather the child that was kept in the house. This includes Takana, Aunt Frances, Uncle Alexis (So weird that he’s got the same name as the loon from Godchild, but anyway), and the late Aunt Ann. There is also the chance that Dee also knows it, since he was with Vincent a lot and probably knew the differences in the twins.


Let me start with the twin that we know best. We’ve learned throughout the story a bit about Ciel, though it’s limited to his memories, but they do show quite a bit about who he was before the events in the story take place. And it’s an interesting situation that I’ve noticed and have to wonder about.

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Profiles in Choice: Volume 2

School choice is an illusion.  It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.

You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.

Some students have cars.

Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.

Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.

And some students do not have money for the bus.

Do you see the difference?

Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.

At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”

You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.

One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.

“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”

Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech”  revealed had been the case in her family.

Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.

Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”

And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.

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yknow what I just cannot stop thinking about. Jon's face when he gets to hold his child for the first time. the child he never even allowed himself to want, because of his bastard name. and even though this baby is silver-haired, he imagines there's a grey tinge to those eyes. it reminds him of his father, or perhaps arya. and for almost the first time since he was very small, Jon doesn't have to quash or resist the love he feels because of politics or honor or duty or propriety.


  • he keeps it together during the delivery and he doesn’t leave Dany’s side, but inside he’s freaking out because he never thought that anything like this would happen or that he’d even have a real name to pass down to his future kid
  • and then his eldest daughter is born and she has Dany’s hair but she has his eyes 
  • he’s almost afraid to be alone around her because he’s afraid he’ll drop her or hurt her accidentally. How can a living being really be that small? 
  • then when she gets older he realizes that she has Arya’s smile. She has Arya’s personality too; she loves fencing and swordplay and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty 
  • and she gets along just as well with the direwolves as she does with the dragons (when she’s a toddler she likes to ride Ghost around the castle; of course Ghost is gentle with her and doesn’t cause any trouble
  • and he’s always worried about being a father and being ‘good enough’ for her
  • they both spoil their kids because they want to make sure that their kids have a childhood that’s as different from theirs as possible
  • and for the first time Jon can love them fiercely and openly because they’re his children and he’s so proud of them 
  • but his eldest daughter is his little wolf. Dany makes him pick a Targaryen first name, but he chooses Lyanna for her middle name after the mother he never knew 

Little Angel pt.2

—— What you missed ——–

“ I-Ivar? ”

Ivar jumped back, scouting away from (Y/N). She sat on her knees and looked at Ivar, his eyes filling with shame as he looks at her. Her shirt was ripped down her shoulder, showing a bite mark. (Y/N) had a hand mark on her thigh and a bruise.

“ Ivar, what happened? ”



Before Ivar could answer, Ubbe opened the door, panting with Hvitserk.

“ Ivar, father is back and he’s fighting with Sigurd. ” Hvitserk said, grabbing a cup of water.

Hvitserk quickly chugged down the water before giving a cup to Ubbe, who also chugged it down. It became silent before (Y/N) cleared her throat.

“ I should be going, Hvitserk, would you walk me home? ” (Y/N) asked, wrapping a fur blanket around her shoulder before the boys could see her marks.

“ Of course, we’ll meet later. ” Hvitserk said before leaving with (Y/N), who never looked from the floor.

“ Ivar, are you coming? ” Ubbe asked after awhile but Ivar looked lost in thought.

Ubbe snapped his fingers in Ivar’s face, causing Ivar to smack them away.

“ Ivar, are you okay? I know this is hard to hear but father is back. Come with me and we’ll see him together. ” Ubbe said

Ivar only nod his head, thinking about what happened between him and (Y/N). He did just what Ubbe said and now she won’t even look at him.

Ivar finally stopped thinking about it when he got to the dinning hall. His brothers and mother were there but also his father. Bjorn was yelling at Ragnar as everyone watched.

Ivar felt a hand in his hair, scared a little before hearing the familiar laugh that belonged to the person who really was a father to him, Floki.

“ Ivar, are you alright? You look uneasy. Did something happen? ” Floki asked, looking down at Ivar. Floki knew Ivar enough to know when something was wrong.

“ Something happened between me and (Y/N). Now, I don’t know if we’re friends anymore. ” Ivar voice trembled as he said those words out loud.

Floki’s face became serious when he heard (Y/N)’s name. He knew how special she was to Ivar. She was the only kid that wanted to play with Ivar when no one else would.

Before Floki could answer, Bjorn flipped the table before pulling a knife out before Ubbe stopped him. Most people excepted Ivar to laugh but he didn’t. He thought Bjorn was acting like a idiot and didn’t think his father was worth anything.

Would you please stop acting like a bunch of idiots ” Ivar yelled as he grew more angry with everyone. They had more things to worry about instead of Ragnar.

Everyone looks at Ivar in shock, why does someone like Ivar care that they fight. Ivar should be encouraging them to fight. Everyone is quiet, fearing whatever pissed Ivar off.

“ Ivar, what’s wrong? ” Aslaung asked, concerned on why her son was angry. Everyone knew when it came to Ivar, Aslaung would go though hell for him. She acted like Ivar was her only son, like Ubbe, Sigurd, or Hvitserk weren’t there.

Ivar said nothing, he didn’t want anyone to see him as weak, especially not his father.

“ Everyone out, Now ” Aslaung yelled when no one moved, this has happened before and the only people that could stay was Floki. Everyone left, one by one, everyone but Ragnar.

“ Ivar, whatever it is, be a man and let it go, ” Ragnar said walking up to Ivar as Aslaung and Floki stood on each side of his chair. “ Men don’t cry like some women and talk about their feelings. Be a man, not the spineless cripple you really ar- ”

Before Ragnar could finish, Floki had punch him in the face. Both Aslaung and Ivar were surprised by Floki’s actions.

“ Where have you’ve been, Ragnar? You left everyone and left your children without a father, and who took your place? Me, I raisied Ivar as my own and i have loved him as my own. Until you have truly been there for your children than you may say something. Come Ivar, let your mother deal with him. ” Floki said before putting Ivar on his back.

Floki took Ivar to his house and sat him on the bed, before fixing some soup and some drink. Everything was quiet as Floki fixed them dinner, it was a comformburt silence. The type of silence that doesn’t need to have any talking, he remembered how (Y/N) and him would sit for hours together without saying one world.

Ivar smiled at the meriome, praying that they could make more meories together. Ivar thoughts were interrupted by Floki as he crused after burning his finger.

“ Floki, thank you for what you said to Ragnar. Thank you for being there when Ragnar wasn’t, thank you for rasing me and loving me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you. ” Ivar said, feeling gratful and loved. The only love he ever felt was from his Mother, Floki, and (Y/N).

Floki smiled before handing Ivar a bowl. He sat in front of the cripple before sitting his own bowl down. “ Ivar, I fell in love with you when I first laid my eyes on you, your mother brought you to me and I never wanted to let you go. I would do it all over again if I had to. Now Ivar, tell me what happened between you and (Y/N). ”

“ We were at the lake and I Invited (Y/N) and she was playing with my brothers but Ubbe came and started showing me (Y/N) but the things he said were not nice, he talked about how the water made her clothes tight and similar things like that. After that, I saw (Y/N) in a different way. When she feel asleep, I touched her and put my mouth on her. I lost control and I feel terrible. Before we could talk, Ubbe came in. She wouldn’t even look at me. ” Ivar confessed, feeling ashamed as the words left his mouth.

“ Ivar, - ”

“ I can not lose her, Floki. I’ll be lost without her. My heart is broken ” Ivar cried, interrupting Floki.

It hurt Floki to see a person so in love, and yet in so much pain. Floki knew what it was like to be in love and have it taken away from you. When Floki lost Hegla, he was in so much pain and wanted nothing more than to be with her.

“ Ivar, ” Floki said, bringing Ivar in for a hug. “ It will repair, Ivar the Boneless, scourge of the world. ” ( I think that’s what he said. Not sure. )

Floki just sat there with Ivar, holding him until he fell asleep but little did they know was that a girl with so much love for Ivar was standing outside.


Ivar sat on the top of the hill, watching as the ships sailed away. It was a peaceful day and Ivar felt tired after last night with Floki. They cried and cried until no more tears would come. All Ivar wanted to do sit and relax but life wasn’t that nice.

“ Good morning, Ivar. ”

Ivar closed his eyes before turning to face (Y/N) but was surprised when he saw that she had flowers and light blue dress on. She had a big smile and rosy cheeks, she never looked more beautiful but why was she here. She looked shy like she was scared to be here but who could blame her after what he did.

“ (Y-Y/N), what are you doing here? ” Ivar asked picking his words carefully, scared he might say something wrong.

She quickly sat beside him before giving him the flowers and looking at before giggling and hiding behind her hair. Ivar was confused, she should be hitting him or run away.

“ Ivar, would you like to come with me to the feast tonight. It’s supposed to be fun and I think it would be the perfect first time as lovers. ” (Y/N) asked shyly, afraid he would say no.

“ Are you messing with me? ” Ivar asked, quietly, afraid he was right and she was screwing with him.

“ Ivar, what happened that night was amazing but I was scared you only wanted sex and not me. I really like you and have for a long time. Do you like me? ” (Y/N) asked after confessing her love for Ivar.

Ivar felt his heart explode as she said those words. He grabbed her face, putting their foreheads together and looking into her eyes.

“ I love you ”  

The Darkest Part of the Night


It’s the first day of kindergarten and the rest of his life.

He’s wearing the new shirt his mama got him specially for this day. It’s got two dinosaurs on it, because two dinosaurs are obviously better and cooler than one. At least, that is what he tells his mama.

He finds that the same is true with friends too. He’s had Archie since day one. Their parents were ecstatic to learn they would have sons the same age, able to carry on the lifelong friendship that F.P. and Fred held. They are inseparable, and Jughead wonders why anyone would need more than one best friend, unless they were a really bad best friend.

He used to frown at the thought. Archie could never be a bad friend.

Now though, he sits in a small chair, nervously swinging his short legs back and forth. They don’t quite reach the ground, no matter how far forward he sits in his chair. He needs a distraction, so he stretches one leg out, tongue poking out of his mouth as he tries his hardest, but the ground is still too far away for him to reach.

So is Archie.

There is a messy mop of bright red hair across the room, bobbing up and down with excitement. It only makes Jughead miss his friend more. He wants to share that happiness, but instead he only feels dread.

The classroom is bigger than the trailer he lives in with his parents and baby Jellybean, but it still feels too small in comparison. There are so many kids that Jughead doesn’t know, and even though he pinky promised his mom he would try to make friends, he only wants the one he already has. He misses the day’s when he and Archie could play together for hours, and they didn’t have to follow rules or introduce themselves to all these kids.

He’s insecure, but at his age he can’t put a name to the sour taste that enters his mouth and the tears that brim his eyes as his bottom lip trembles with the urge to cry. Most of the other kids have normal names, like Reggie and Kevin, or Cheryl and Archie, and although Jughead never worried about his name before, he heard all the kids laugh at the little boy named Moose, and by now he’s smart enough to know that his own is even stranger.

His savior comes in the form of a whirlwind of blonde hair, green eyes and a high-pitched voice that brings him down from the edge of tears he is perched on.

“Hi I’m Elizabeth but all my friends call me Betty so you can too now that we’ve met!” She’s too loud and too close for his liking, but she smells like the vanilla cupcakes his mama made the night before to celebrate him going into kindergarten, and he can’t help but lean in even farther.

He blinks a few times once he realizes that she was talking to him, and carefully mumbles a reply while facing the ground. “My name is Jughead.”

When he looks up again, she looks confused and this is what he was worried about. The tears flood his eyes within seconds and he wants to curl into a ball like he does with Hot Dog at home whenever he gets sad. But Hot Dog isn’t here and neither are his mama and daddy and Archie is too far way for him to call out to. Even little Jellybean would be better than any of these people, and all she does is smell bad and cry.

“Sorry! I didn’t hear you very well, can you say your name again?” She’s in his face again, and Jughead gets a good look at her. There’s a sparkle in her eyes and he remembers his mama’s words earlier. Be kind Juggie, and other’s will be too.

She also told him he was a smart boy (and his chest had puffed up a little in pride at these words) and this girl, Betty, is being kind so he assumes she must also have a mama who said the same thing.

“It’s Jughead.” He says while sitting taller, forcing a watery smile onto his face.

“That’s such a cool name! Betty is so boring but it’s alright because that’s what my mommy named me and she knows best because she’s the smartest mommy I’ve ever had!”

He can’t believe she didn’t think his name was funny, and he sits quietly. Even Archie had laughed a little when he first started using it. Now you have a silly real name and a silly nickname! Jughead doesn’t think he was trying to be mean, but now the memory hurts a little in comparison to Betty’s reaction.

Jughead is brought back into focus when he realizes the teacher has reached his table to introduce to the rest of the class. A girl named Midge goes first, then another named Josie. The teacher barely has time to point to Betty before she takes a deep breath and a stream of words that Jughead can barely understands leaves her mouth.

“Hi I’m Elizabeth Cooper but you can call me Betty and I’m so excited to finally be in Kindergarten and this is my new friend Jughead!” She practically falls out of her seat with excitement and giggles rack her small body as she slaps a hand over her mouth and gives a muffled shriek. Her blond curls are bouncing and Jughead is mesmerized by her already. “Sorry I’m just so excited I couldn’t hold it in!”

He looks down at his shirt and sees the two dinosaurs. This is the second time she’s referred to him as her friend since they got here, and he thinks that if two dinosaurs are better than one, it only makes sense that two friends are better than one as well. And he’s a smart boy, so it must be true.

“Well, Miss Betty, your friend might have wanted to introduce himself today.”

His feels warm with affection for the bouncing blonde sitting next to him, and he thinks that the teacher is right. He does want to share his name after all.


Tomorrow is the first day of sixth grade, which consequently means that it is the first day of middle school as well.

Jughead doesn’t think that this means anything special, but from her place next to him at the kitchen table, Betty insists that everything changes once you start middle school. He shrugs with indifference since he gave up arguing with her years ago.

He’s found that she is usually right anyways.

“We’re going to a whole new school, and new kids from different elementary schools will be there too. We’ll have new teachers, and we have to go to six classes now instead of one. Can you believe that? Six classes!”

She is breathless from ranting, and so is Jughead, but for a different reason altogether. She’s been talking about sixth grade all break, and the excitement she feels has become too much for her to contain, and it spills out like the sticky overflowing sodas they shared with Archie all summer long. Her hands move as rapidly as her mouth does, and he can’t decide which one to focus on first. Which ones he likes better.

He’s nervous though, because if what she says is true, there is a chance Betty will make better friends than Jughead and suddenly he isn’t hungry for Alice Cooper’s famous mac and cheese anymore. He just wants Betty.

He gave up long ago on being Archie’s only friend, because the boy was too outgoing to be glued to Jughead’s side 24/7. He never worried though, because the red-head remained as loyal as ever to his best friend, and Jughead would always be his first choice. 11 years of life had taught Jughead that people come and go, but over 10 years of friendship with Archie had taught him that they were brothers, and family never leaves you behind.

(Soon he will learn that this is not necessarily true, and that as usual, Betty is right. Everything changes when you least expect it.)

Betty is different though. She listens to Jughead’s problems and gives him better advice than anyone else could. She’s held his hand through elementary school and all the insecurities it brought him growing up. He’s never had a friend as caring and warm as Betty, and doesn’t think that he ever will again if he loses her.

You get what you give Juggie. He grew up in the trailer park with this mentality, surrounded by men and women who protected his family because his father had done the same.

(His mom will tell him this again a year later when she leaves for the last time. You get what you give Juggie, but sometimes what you give isn’t good enough.)

He’s never lived the same life she does, white picket fences with enough money for food and more. His family has lived paycheck to paycheck, and his father jumps from job to job. It’s been hard on him even though he doesn’t like to show it. But it becomes inevitable once Betty has solidified her place in his life that she will learn about his fears and worries about his family’s stability, something no 11 year old should be subjected to.

And still she had stayed by his side, their friendship only growing stronger with time. Archie might be his brother, but Betty is his best friend.

(Most people would say that a brother is closer than a best friend, but brothers are obligated to stay with you by blood or law, a best friend chooses to do so.)

He’s been there for her as well, and right now he thinks that should be enough for her to stay. He protected Betty from bully’s and let her cry on his shoulder whenever she needed to. He held her hand during scary movies, in the hoped that her nails would dig into his hands instead of her own. He always told her she was beautiful whenever she asked about clothes, or when she started wearing makeup over the summer, because she asked for his honest opinion.

Jughead gives the type of love he is desperate to get.

So, when the first day of school comes, he is more nervous than he’s ever been on first days, even though he enters with his two friends at his sides like every year before. He sits with Archie at lunch, since Betty has a different lunch period. His friend spends the entire time dreaming out loud about the new girl, Veronica, and how gorgeous and confident she is. Jughead spends the entire lunch mourning the absence of green eyes and sunshine yellow hair.

The rest of the day flies by, and before he knows it, he is walking towards his last class of the day, the one he has with Betty. His stomach feels weird and a sour taste enters his mouth, but this time he can name it easily. He’s nervous to see her, although he still isn’t quite sure why.

He spots the new girl right away, dark hair, a wide smile, pearl necklace and navy blue dress. He thinks she’s over dressed for sixth grade, but bites his tongue to keep that thought in.

Jughead doesn’t have time to even consider that Betty might want to sit with her new friends instead of him before she comes flying through the door and straight to the table he is sitting at. He is lost in the scent of vanilla and the flowery perfume she made him go shopping with her for, and he finds himself in the waves of her hair and the feel of his arms around her small waist.

Betty has stuck around for the past six years, and in this moment Jughead knows she’ll be around for the next six, if not more. He has time to figure out what this feeling is. For now, though, he’s content that he feels it for Betty and no one else.


It’s the first day of their last year together in high school.

Jughead feels his chest tighten uncomfortable at the thought. He’s made it this far and four years ago he never would have guessed it was possible. He was swept up in the tornado of his family that was years of built up pressure and stress and managed to come out alive and fighting. He doesn’t want to leave the little bubble he’s blown around himself for protection, but bubbles are weak and the end of this year will be the needle that pops it.

For the meantime, he has so many things to be thankful for. A father figure in his life, a brother returned to his side, and a light to guide him through the darkness of his own mind.

They are simple things that most people are born with, but these were made for him. Forged by the challenges he’s faced and the same pressure that broke him and then turned him into a diamond.

Fred took him in like his own son after his father went to jail. Even though Jughead will always love and rely on his real father, there are some things you can’t provide from the cold hard floor of a prison cell. He has a home with the Andrews, and he works for Fred to repay him, because you can’t pay for food and shelter with kindness.

After a rift in their friendship, he and Archie only came out stronger. They both needed to work on things, and now they know each other better for it. It takes time, but Jughead forgives him, because he has learned that sometimes you give without expecting anything in return.

But he would not be where he is today without Betty Cooper by his side. She hopped on for the wildest ride of her life and held on like he was the only thing keeping her alive, when in reality it was the other way around. She fought for him, for his family, and for things he didn’t know he was even allowed to want. His heart wanted to burst whenever he thought about her, and how she led him through the darkest part of the night until he could see the sunlight.

He doesn’t think he’s ever loved a person so fiercely, didn’t think it was possible growing up. He never believed he deserved to love and be loved the way he is by Betty.

But she proved him wrong again, like she always does whenever he’s in a bad place. She tells him that there are things worth waiting for, and even though she isn’t perfect herself, he’s never met someone so genuine and rich with love to give. Betty Cooper might not be perfect, but his eyes, perfection was Betty Cooper.

She shares the darkness with him, has taken a weight off his shoulders and consequently put it on her own, but they carry it together now.

Jughead thinks back to the year before this, where he once stood in the same exact spot. He walked the streets of The Southside alone while Betty left the city for the summer and while Archie had left him. He went to Southside High that year, neither of his friends by his side, and pleaded with time to speed up. It didn’t, but eventually those puzzle pieces fell into place and he was thankful for the time he had.

Now, he is here again, staring up at Riverdale High desperately hoping that time will slow down so he can enjoy this life he lives in the moment. It won’t, and soon the first bell will ring. Before he knows it the first week, then month, then semester will be over, and the rest will follow in the blink of an eye.

He tends to live life like this, anticipating the future instead of appreciating the present, but with Betty he wants to focus on the past as well.

It’s not the bell that shakes him out of his reverie, but a soft tug by a small hand on his jacket sleeve. “You ready to do this today?”

He looks down at her and his fingers itch with the need to touch. To cup her jaw and run a finger over the soft lips that sing music in his ears. To run his fingers through her hair and keep his overworked and over worried hands busy.

He settles for dropping his arm and slipping his calloused fingers through her soft ones. He runs a finger over her nails and is glad to find they are long, but the scars on her palms are older as this budding relationship.

“I think I am, are you?”

“Of course Juggie, we’ve made it this far and I’m not going to stop here for anyone but you.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this moment Betts, I wouldn’t want to do it without you.” God, he loves her so much.

They walk through the halls before she speaks again, and they stand outside her homeroom. Jughead will be late to his own, but one more minute with Betty is worth more than thousands of detentions.

“I’ll meet you outside by the truck after school, okay?” Her earnest eyes are aimed up at him through thick lashes, and he thinks they too are worth more than the emeralds they mimic.

“I’ll be waiting for you there.” He’d been waiting for her his whole life, and when she was ready, she gave him more than a lifetime of happiness just by being there for him, with him.

Her gaze is intense in a dizzying way, just like she is. His eyes drop from hers to the plush lips that helped heal his wounds, and he leans forward a fraction of an inch. The scent of vanilla lingers, but he recognizes it as the scent of home.

When their lips meet, it’s gentle, like she had been with him at his most fragile. After a moment, she signs, and melts into his grip on her waist. Their lips move against each other and Jughead feels warm and fuzzy. He’ll never get used to the feeling of having this part of her, but for them, each kiss is like the first. It feels exciting and new.

After school, she beats him to FP’s beat up old truck. He spots her immediately when he steps out of the building, and watches for a moment in awe. The sun shines one her golden skin and she has never looked more like the angel that she is.

It’s been a long day, and he craves the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. She looks up as he strides over to her and immediately understands, setting her things in the bed of the truck and opening her arms.

He just hugs her for a moment, breathing in her comfort and loving the feeling of how she fits like a puzzle piece against his body.

“You ready to go home Jug?”

He takes another deep breath and mumbles against her ear, “I’m already there.”

Wild Mountain Thyme

Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re worried”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 839 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Thank you for the beta and for the prompt @jpadjackles

You were driving in the car with Jensen and he was pushing 30 over the speed limit, “Woah, slow down Dean.”

He white knuckled the steering wheel, “Slow down?! You want me to go slower?”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.” you said chuckling.

Jensen seems mildly offended and scrunched his face, “Shut up, how are you not worried right now!?”

Chuckling again you said, “Did you just tell the person who’s about to pop a baby out to shut up?”

Taking his eyes off the road, Jensen looked at you for a brief moment, his eyes already spoke his apology, “Oh shit, sorry baby I didn’t mean to-”

Cutting him off you said, “Hey, Jensen, relax. Everything’s going to be ok!” You were just joking around but you knew he felt bad for saying that.

He was really sweating at this point, his hand was clammy in yours, “But what if it’s not! What if something happens! What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? If she doesn’t like you?”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

You smiled imagining how much your daughter loved her father without even meeting him, “J she loves you already! You know how I can tell? She does a little dance everyday when you come home from work, or when you sing to her, and she only does that for you.”

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The Winchester Way: Part 1

Summary: The Winchesters, best of the best in the hunting world. Their family have always been the best, as long as time can remember. Other hunters send their kin to the Winchesters for a few years for extensive training. Their methods are unorthodox, but they all know, to be the best…you must endure the worst.

Characters: Sam, Dean, John, OC Allen, OC Melody, Reader

Warnings: Angst, Torture, NSFW, Dark Dean (yes, that’s a warning), Kidnapping, Threatening Behavior, Mild Molestation (of an adult), (Please heed the warnings!!!)

Word Count: 1,828

A/N: So I was told that I was not living up to my full writing potential because I was not tapping into my darker side. Well, here is my dark side in all it’s angsty, threatening glory. Heed the warnings!!! I think I entered all the warnings for this part. Shout out to @sis-tafics. She’s not exactly a beta - and refuses to be called such -  but we’ve agreed on “Creative Collaborator” for bouncing around ideas with me, putting up with my insane ramblings at all hours, and ensuring me this doesn’t suck! Love ya Jill! Also, special thanks to @arryn-nyx who suffered so much to make this aesthetic just right!!

The Winchester Way. It’s the way of the hunting world. The champions of history make the rules, all others follow in step like the good little soldiers they are. For centuries, the Winchester bloodline has ruled the hunting world with an iron fist. They know everything, have access to all information, and have so graciously taken it upon themselves to train all other hunters in their ways. Effectively, creating a well-trained army against the forces of the Supernatural world.

The Winchesters maintain a large bunker in the heart of the country. Their facilities are vast, allowing them to take in upwards of twenty trainees at any given time. Some trainees are offered as tribute, continuing the traditions of being trained under the Winchesters that their own families have maintained for decades. Some are obtained, taken with minimal negotiations as the Winchesters see fit, often as payment for their services and interventions.

No one dare complain. The Winchester network is far and wide, their power unrivaled. John and Mary Winchester ruled with great power and some compassion. However, as they grow older, they are looking to retire and withdraw from the hunting world. Their empire thus falling onto the shoulders of their two sons, Dean and Sam. Dean, being the older of the two, has taken on the role of ‘Leader-in-training’. He too ruling as his father before him, but with a significant lack of compassion. He feels compassion only leads to weakness, his reign reflecting the darkness of the world and within himself.

Previously, training regimens consisted of working with the individual, building up their natural talents and making them stronger. But Dean has argued that this only leads to cracks and weaknesses that can be exploited. His beliefs - his new process - is to completely strip and break the soul and spirit of the individual, leaving them blank and ready to be refilled with the skills and knowledge to be the best hunters possible.

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you give me a reason, something to believe in

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written by: Mel | @mellamymake

prompt: ‘If you wouldn’t mind could you do a canon verse fic where Abby and Kane are getting married and Clarke is the maid of honor and Bellamy is the best man? And could you possibly add the reception too?’ for anonymous

word count: 3416

Abby cocks her head, lips pressing in a tense line. “Please say something.”

Clarke opens her mouth — but nothing comes out. It’s not a problem to be solved. It’s not an obstacle to be overcome. It’s not a new foe to be defeated.

It’s just… news.

Or, the one where Marcus and Abby decide to get married, and being the maid of honour isn’t quite as much trouble as Clarke’s expecting.

Of all the things Clarke’s been adding to her ever-growing to-do list, the one item she never expected would come up is a wedding.

Every priority she’s ever had since her first step on the ground has been overtaken by survival. Surviving the harsher elements of Earth’s volatile weather. Surviving as a fledgling community of inexperienced, ill-equipped juvenile delinquents. Surviving war with the grounders. Surviving Mount Weather. Surviving the nuclear apocalypse — again. The very thought of survival has consumed her, commanding her utter and absolute attention right from the very first breath she’d drawn of organic, naturally produced air.

Now, after almost a full year on the ground, she’s not sure she can quite remember how people even get married anymore. The mere concept alone seems almost foreign.

Which is why when her mother breaks the news to her, her brain abruptly stutters to a grinding halt, and she finds herself at a complete loss for words for the first time in what feels like forever.

Abby cocks her head, lips pressing in a tense line. “Please say something.”

She opens her mouth — but nothing comes out.

It’s not a problem to be solved. It’s not an obstacle to be overcome. It’s not a new foe to be defeated.

It’s just… news.

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anonymous asked:

Idk I feel like ruca is very selfish sometimes with the whole case about her mom and dad, Val has a right to be happy too. Also do you think olly doesn't worry about veruca moving on from him even though he's with trish ? Does ruca low key feel like she can't abandon him ?

Ruca is very selfish and very possessive a big reason for this was her father being “taken” from her, she doesn’t like the feeling of things being taken from her, when her mom meets a new man she feels like her mom is being taken too she feels left behind and she relates to her dad feeling left behind by her mother too, but you are right her mom deserves to be happy too.

YESSSSS to both!!  Olly kinda has this weird comfort knowing Veruca will have a hard time moving on from him and that Trish upsets her, Even though he is very happy with Trish I feel like when Olly see’s Ruca with another guy he gets kinda mad like a weird jealousy. You know when you were little and your mom goes through your toy box to find things to give to the salvation army? and she takes out this Barbie you haven’t played with in forever and she puts it in the giveaway box and you get this angry feeling like wtf that’s mine lol even though you have a new Barbie? it’s that

ONS 56 thoughts

I’ll address what people have expressed concern over. And forewarning, I’m a positive thinker. I know there are people who express themselves by making posts expressing their discontent, and that is totally fine and a way to cope. It’s just not mine. So some of what I say may seem optimistic, it doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed or worried about the issues, it’s just that I’d rather focus on the possibility of what I’m disappointed about turning into something else more preferable in the long run. So again, it’s not that there’s no problems, it’s just that I like to think they can be fixed. And note that this is all based off of what I can get out of the Japanese raw, not the official translation.

1.I agree that Guren and Yuu’s reunion lacked tension/angst. They are my favorites and I’m not one for unnecessary angst/talking, but that went too smoothly. However, I do have two possible reasons for both of them glossing over anger on Yuu’s side and apologizing on Guren’s. 

1a. It’s possible that Yuu isn’t straight up guilt tripping Guren and lashing out  because he’s the other one who knows what it’s like to lose control and attack others against your will. (I’m not saying it’s an excuse for the actions as previous decisions lead to their possibility for possession and such) However, Yuu felt horrible about it when he was told what he did during his berserk time and he may be under the impression he understands Guren and doesn’t want to hold his actions under possession against him. (He believes Guren didn’t want to do it because he saw Guren crying). 

1b. And Guren not apologizing could stem from how he was raised. He has always been under the impression that as a leader, if he maintains his composure, those around him will as well. If he’s calm, his followers are calm. In the LN, he makes Shigure worried by showing his own concern when his father is (unknowingly to Shigure) taken hostage and given a death sentence. He berates himself for letting his concern show and worrying her. Its possible he believes that others will reflect the state of nature he exudes. So in this case, he’s staying calm and pretending there’s no problems because he wants them to feel calm and assured as well. Yuu does immediately demand explanations, and Guren’s giving them. So it’s not like they’re shooting the breeze  like old pals.

2. Mahiru’s speech at Shinoa about awakening her demon powers by giving into sexual desire and losing herself (with someone heavily implied to be Yuu.) Yikes. I will admit that I ship Yuunoa over Mikayuu, even if it’s only a tad amount at that. However that whole thing doesn’t feel good at all. Shinoa’s so much more than gaining “power” from sleeping with somebody. Having said that, maybe there’s something else going on here. 

2a. This is said by Mahiru, the most unreliable of unreliable narrators imo. She may believe it, but I’m not convinced she’s right. It is how she gained her full demonic powers. However, I think it’s because being with Guren is what she “lusted” after for so long. And once she got what she wanted, the demon got what it wanted because Mahiru had nothing left to aim for. I think that made Mahiru believe that that’s simply what lust is because that’s how she experienced it. Therefore, that’s how everybody must do it. 

2b. I’d like to believe that Kagami will stay true to his word and keep this his story about family. I get the feeling he’s setting this up for Shinoa to reveal that the thing she had “lusted” for was the family that just couldn’t exist within the Hiragi controlled surroundings she grew up in. The reason she slightly blushes looking at Yuu in the chapter (leading Mahiru to think he’s the one she’ll lust after) is because Yuu is the center of this makeshift family. She doesn’t look straight at him, she looks at him being surrounded by others before looking at him specifically. He brought together the squad, Mika, and Guren. (and Crowley I guess) I said in a previous post that I believe Shinoa is really curious about this idea of family Yuu has and that’s why I think that’s what she’ll end up “lusting” for and finding herself/losing herself in getting. Though I don’t foresee it being to a negative extent like Mahiru. And that’s how they’ll differ. (my ideal endgame is zero couples and a massive platonic family vibe when all is said and done)

2c. I personally would rather have had the time spent on Mahiru’s speech with Shinoa slapping Guren on behalf of her team (family). Actually, if she could have knocked both Yuu and Guren on their heads, that would have been amazing.

13x01 - Episode Review - Part 2

“Nougat Winchester” and narrative mirrors in 13x01

It has taken me forever to finish this part of my review to the extent that we have already had another episode before I finished it! But rather than curse my inability to focus I’m gonna press on and complete this before I start my 13x02 review.

Ah Jack, Jack our little nougat Jack. The way the fandom has embraced you is very touching. The internet screams of “PROTECT HIM” certainly show that Alexander Calvert has done an exceptional job of “pulling a Misha” and making us fall in love with him by the end of his first scene. I was not expecting that one bit. 

I’ll be honest and say that over the hiatus I haven’t paid too much attention to him. I did read some of the meta and speculation that @tinkdw and others put out there, but it was never really something I focused my thoughts on. I figured he would be another character that would test the team free will dynamic and would be a good avenue for the writers to comment on the concepts of nature vs nurture. I remember reading some speculation once the episode titles first came out about “The Scorpion and the Frog” and anyone who knows that story knows very well that the title itself foreshadows Jack going darkside – to his own potential destruction. (The scorpion, in carrying out its own “nature” and stinging the frog that carried it – not only doomed the frog, but doomed itself as well.)

Jack has officially won me over though. He was a charming innocent and funny character, and I think his interactions with Clark brought a lot of light to an otherwise terribly angsty and painfully heart breaking episode. (#bringbackClark2k17)

But what really blew me away was how both Jack AND Clark were such OBVIOUS mirrors for Dean and Cas and to a lesser extent to Sam. It amused me to no end. Therefore this review will focus on those mirrors, and what they mean. 

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anonymous asked:

RFA+Unknown+V if they meet MC and find out she's a single mother


anyways i got another request asking for a MC who was pregnant while they met so im making amix of both because theyre so similar requests

*NOTE*: I had to stray away from the secret endings when I wrote for him so pls don’t hate me


- he isn’t exactly ready to be a father mainly because he’s still in college and addicted to games

- super nervous about meeting your son despite the fact he’s still a toddler, only being three years old

- your son is your own flesh and blood and he knows you’d choose him over any man out there who you think might not be a good enough father role for him. Yoosung is no exception for this and he knows it, which is also why he is ,understandably , nervous

- you have to comfort him and tell him you think he would make the perfect father for Ryun (your son) and that you’re certain he’ll love him

- Yoosung is a nervous wreck when the day comes when he’s supposed to meet Ryun

- he has no idea if he’s supposed to bring the boy some kind of gift or not. Its been a while since he had been three years old and he has no idea what toddlers like

- he decides to bring Ryun his favorite figurine of his favorite LOLOL character and he makes his way to the park where you two are supposed to meet

- Ryun absolutely adores Yoosung which makes both you and Yoosung ecstatic

- he’s now constantly asking to go visit yoosung (assuming you and him haven’t moved in with eachother yet)

- he cried the first time Ryun called him dad

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The Flood ( Jughead X Reader)


@blossomwithcooper: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is a younger sister of the Blossom twins (she is a sophomore and friends with the core 4.) Anyway she is dating Jughead and is her anxiety disorder gets the best of her and goes to Sweetwater River to do what Cheryl did in the finale and her friends save her?

Summary: Basically what Blossomwithcooper requested, but with a little twist & more drama !

 A/N: Hope you enjoy reading! Requests are still open :) This is my first Jughead imagine so please be nice haha <3 -love & cookies.


 “You have nothing to worry about”, you heard your dad assure your mom in the next room.

You’re definitely not one to eavesdrop but the word ‘worry’ caught your attention. What’s there to worry? You thought everything was going well. The other night, Cheryl told you that Jason was actually well and alive. She told you about their secret plan since she saw how devastated you were over your brother’s disappearance. So what were your parents discussing about?

“But Clifford, 6 missed calls and dead threats from the Hawks?”,  you heard your mom sigh, “Please tell me you’ll take care of it.”

You moved closer to the door to fulfil your curiosity and find out what predicament came up this time.

“(Y/N)”, you heard your father’s tough voice. “Is that you?”

Caught red-handed, you enter the room and show yourself up. You avoid their gaze in fear of what they may say of you eavesdropping.

“Were you eavesdropping?”, your Mother asked sternly.

Even though she’s your mother, her voice and aura always ignited a fear in you, so much so, sometimes you wished she was like other mothers- more affectionate, loving and caring.

“I was just..”, you murmur. “It’s okay”, your father’s kind eyes met yours, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s late, you should be in bed”.

You nod and make your way out, until your anxiety gets the best of you- it urges you pause. “Dad?”, you turn towards your father.

“Is everything okay?”, you ask.

He gave a half-hearted smile. “Nothing you have to worry about, my dear”.

Relieved, you smile in response. “Goodnight dad. Goodnight mom”.

Unlike your mom, your dad has always been soft towards you. I know people always stereotype the Blossom head to be this powerful, flinty old man but father was never like that towards you. Sure, he’d had his ways with Cheryl and Jason but he always had a soft spot for you.

As you proceed towards your room, you notice Cheryl’s door being half-opened. “Cheryl?”

You see her lying on the bedroom floor, bawling her eyes out.

“Cheryl?” you immediately hug her tight,” Is everything okay, Cheryl?”

She doesn’t say anything in response, instead she just cries uncontrollably. As worried and scared as you are, thinking about all the horrible incidents that might have taken place, you decide to respect her silence. She’ll come around. She always does.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything will be okay” you assure her and slowly lay her to her bed.

“I want to be alone”, Cheryl says through her tears.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and wipes a tear, “I’ll be fine, I promise”


You’re wide awake on your bed, fighting all the horrible thoughts. Being a Blossom, predicaments, loss, heartbreak, were as natural as their red hair. You’ve seen too many deaths in the household to lie in bed with the assurance that you will see your parents the following day.

Your case of anxiety grew worse due to your family affairs.

You suddenly heard your phone vibrate from underneath your pillow.


“Hey, Juggie”

“You missed my recital today”, he angrily says over the phone.

“Your recital..,” you suddenly remember that you promised to attend Jughead’s poetry recital earlier today in school but you had a panic attack after seeing so many police officers in the principal’s office and you rushed home.

“I’m so sorry, Juggie. You know me, my anxiety always gets the best of me. And with Jason missing..”.

“I understand, babe,” he cuts you off. “I got through to the finals, by the way. It’s tomorrow. Don’t you dare miss it this time!”

“Aw, that’s so nice! Congrats, Juggie. I love you!,” you squeak through the phone. No matter what mess you were in, when you were with Jughead, everything in the world seemed okay He was your safe haven. He was your happy place.

“Give me a kiss, I didn’t see you the entire day,” he pleads.

“What if I don’t?,” you tease.

“Then you will hear a knock on your window twenty minutes from now, followed by a number of Blossom security trying to tase me”

You chuckle. “Mwah! I love you. I’m so proud of you. I’ll see you at the recital tomorrow, okay?”

“Goodnight, B. Love you,” he hangs up the phone.

Jughead Jones the third.

What would you do without him?


You woke up feeling way better than the other night. You have to attend Jughead’s recital today, you already missed it the other day knowing how much it meant to him. Thank God, he forgave you. You wouldn’t miss this one for the world!

You immediately got dressed and made your way for breakfast. While passing Cheryl’s room, you were reminded of the incident from the other night. Worried, you enter her room. “Cheryl?”

But her room was empty. The bed was well-made but empty!

“Cheryl? Are you in here?,” you check her bathroom too- but there was no sight of her.

You hurry downstairs towards the dinning hall where your family always gather for breakfast at this hour sharp.

“Mom? Dad? Have you seen-“

Your mom and dad stood near the chair where Cheryl was seated, your mom comforting Cheryl. She was still sobbing. Your parents shifted their eyes to you with a sad and apologetic look.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”, you’re very worried now. This isn’t something you’ve seen before.

“(Y/N)..,” your dad walk towards you. “It’s about Jason”

He gives you a warm tight hug, “He’s dead”.


It has been one and half hour since the recital ended. Jughead has been waiting for you in the parking lot ever since. He’s aggravated and angry that you missed his recital again. After some time, he spots you running towards him.

“I’m so sorry, Juggie. I-“. He cuts you off, “ What the hell, (y/n)? How could you miss it again? I know poetry isn’t your thing but you know how much it means to me!!”

You try to calm him down but it’s apparent he’s very pissed.

You cup his face. “Juggie, I know. Trust me, I wouldn’t have missed it if it weren’t-“. Tears form in your eyes as you recollect what happened today at the breakfast table- how you learned of your best friend/brother Jason’s death.

He brushes your hand from his face angrily, “Yeah? If it weren’t for what?” He pulls himself away from you, “I know you have your anxiety and all that but you’ve done this way too many times for me to be okay with it anymore. The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know?”

You can’t believe he just snapped at your worst insecurity, knowing how sensitive you were about it.

“Juggie..,” you whimper, still holding back your tears.

“You know  what, (y/n)?,” he breathes heavily. “I think we need a break.”

A break. A break. You knew way too damn well what ‘a break’ meant.

It wasn’t a day off or two. He was breaking up with you.

Jason was gone. And now, even Jughead decided you weren’t worth it. You decide not to mention about Jason.

With tears in your eyes, you slowly murmur, “ I’m sorry. I love you.”, before running away from the scene and into your car, with only thing in mind to end your misery once and for all.


10 minutes after you left, Jughead still stood there at the parking lot contemplating what had just happened. Did he do the right thing for himself by calling it off, or did he just lose the love of his life?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Archie, Betty and Veronica running towards him. “Jughead!” Archie called out.

Jughead turned around to find all of them panting. “ What’s wrong?”, he asked.

“It’s about (y/n),” Betty said, still breathing heavily.

Jughead’s facial expression changed. “ What about her?”

“Jason..”, Archie put an arm around Jughead,” Jason is dead.”


You stood there at the edge of the Sweetwater river, numb as ever.

There was no reason to live anymore.

Jason was dead.

Cheryl told you that Dad may be responsible for it.

Jughead broke up with you.

It was like all your happiness being slapped right at your face.

There was nothing  left to live for anymore.

Even if you lived, your anxiety would always be at war with you and the only person who could make it all go away walked out on you too.

You take a deep breath and walk towards the frozen river hoping that death will welcome you slowly.

“(Y/N)!!!” you heard a familiar voice scream from the other side. It was Jughead.

You couldn’t even see his face properly before the water enveloped you and you sunk in.


Jughead and Archie ran towards you without a care in the world what may happen to them. “(y/n)!(y/n)! No, no,no,no,” Jughead whimpered as he tried to break the ice caps with his bare hands. So did Archie. Their hands were bleeding profusely by the time they managed to break one and pull you out  of the water.

Jughead quickly carried you and ran towards the river bank. He pumped your chest, tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, allowed water to drain from your mouth- basically everything to revive you.

“Baby, no. Please. Please. Please. Please”, his voice cracked as he helplessly tried to bring you back to life

You began coughing. “(Y/n)!!!”, Jughead cupped your face.

“Juggie..”, your weak voice followed.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. You tried to tell me but I was a jerk. I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you” , tears filled Jughead’s eyes as he held you tight.

“I don’t ever wanna lose you. I don’t ever wanna lose you. Please tell me you’re still mine. Fuck no, I can’t lose you. Ever.” He whispered into your ears, still holding you tight.

“You won’t.”, you weakly respond with a small smile, still weak and unconscious of what was happening around you.

Placing his beanie onto your head, he swiftly says, “Let’s get her out of here”.


So, I had planned to write Captain Charming post that  ep… but instead it’s mostly Killian/Snow  interaction.  I don’t even know.

              He’s pacing outside the loft when Snow opens the door.

              It startles him for a moment, seeing her rather than Dave.  He knows the two have been trading out, of course, but he’s spent so much time with her husband, that seeing Snow leaves him unsure for a moment.

              He hadn’t known what he would say to Dave, those bloody pages burning a hole in his pocket, so now that he’s faced with the man’s wife instead, he’s left utterly speechless.

              Snow looks at him for a long moment with those eyes so like Emma’s.  Her purse is draped over her arm, but after a moment of looking at him, she sets it aside and opens her door wider.

              “Come in, Killian.”

              “I…” Killian scratches his ear, not knowing what to do.  “You were leaving.  I don’t wish to keep you.”

              “It’s not important. Come in, Killian.”

              He obeys the order the second time it’s given, and perches on a chair at the counter, watching Snow as she moves around the kitchen. It takes her just minutes to put together some tea, and then she joins him at the counter, placing large mugs in front of them both.

              “You’re troubled,” Snow remarks, and it surprises Killian somewhat.  Dave doesn’t tend to notice when he’s troubled so quickly, and Emma would immediately ask what was wrong.  But Snow just watches him and waits

              Killian thinks to out wait her, burying his attention in his mug. But her gaze is a heavy weight  on the top of his head as he stares into his mug, and finally, to turn her attention elsewhere, he pulls out the page and tosses them in front of her.


              “If you’re worried about making Emma think poorly of her friend, then you shouldn’t. It’s not like you ran off to this-”

              “The man in the pages is David’s father.” Killian stares into the tea, even as he cuts Snow off, unable to bear the thought of her trying to make him feel better.  And the words don’t stop at that.  “I killed him.”

              Silence again, and he can feel her gaze on him once more.  Killian can’t look up.  Not when he knows that he’ll see disappointment – or worse, hatred – in those eyes so similar to the woman he loves.  

              “Does David know?”

              It’s the tone that makes Killian’s head jerk up. Because there isn’t anger there, but rather compassion.  It’s a testament, to how very kind Snow is, that her expression is that of empathy.

              “We thought it was George.  It would have been George… but I was there.  I should have let him go free, but it would be an irritant, to have a king after me.  So I murdered him, and never thought of him again except…”

              He looks at those damning pages, and recalls his own childhood, and that feeling of abandonment – the one that ruins a boy and leaves him ruined into manhood – and it makes him feel ill, to know that it’s his fault that Dave knows that bitter experience as well.

              “I didn’t know.  Not until the puppet brought me those pages last night.”

              He’d gone through the motions with Emma, and his loving may have been a bit fiercer, because he’d known it might be the last time. He should have told her… but another part of him needed to tell Dave first. And yet another part had needed one last taste of her, before he very likely lost her forever.

              Emma Swan wasn’t the type to welcome the murderer of her own family into his bed.

              He had left that morning before Emma awoke, and wandered the streets  until the  clock hit an acceptable time and he’d found himself outside the loft..

              “And now you’re here,” Snow remarks.  “To tell him.”

              He can’t say anything, just nods miserably.  Snow joins him, and runs a hand over his hair.  It’s such a motherly gesture, and Killian has few memories of his mother, so he has to close his eyes lest he embarrass them both with his tears.

              “You’re a good man, Killian Jones.” He shudders, and his breath is a sob at Snow’s words.  She hugs him, and he can’t help but hug her back.  “You may not have always been, but you are now. David knows that.  Tell him, and then give him time.”

              “Why are you being so kind to me?” he asks her, as she walks away.  She keeps her back to him as she cleans her mug, and Killian is thankful, as it gives him a moment to  wipe away the tears that want to fall. “Dave… this tore him up. And it’s because of me.”

              “You’re tearing  yourself up enough for  us both. And maybe  I understand  you a little more than you think.  Despite my name, I’m not entirely without darkness,  Killian.”

              He thinks that her darkness is nothing to his,  but then  again, who is he to belittle the pain others carry?


              “Will forgive you, because she knows you’ve changed. So will David. You’re here, Killian. You’re telling the truth. That… it counts for a lot.”

              Killian swallows and gives the smallest of nods, though he doesn’t quite believe her.  Snow’s expression  says she knows his thoughts, but rather than say anything more, she wipes her hands and heads for the steps.

              “I’ll wake David for you… Killian?  Just tell him the truth.  The way you told it to me.  Whatever happens, I believe it will work out in the end.”

              Killian says nothing and for a moment he considers fleeing.  But then a heavier tread comes down the steps, and now it’s Dave.

              Killian swallows, and lets him read the pages, and decides to do exactly as Snow had suggested.

              And perhaps, someday, he’ll regain all he’s sure he’ll lose.

Scarying Us (Mob AU! Baekhyun)

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Type: Angst Fluff

You bounced your daughter Yeseul lightly as you looked over your eldest daughter’s shoulder “Geonjoo you’re doing it wrong” you say as you looked at her math work. “Dad normally helps” she mumbles as your youngest spits up into your shoulder. “Alright I’ll be right back” you say as you but Yeseul in her baby seat before heading into your room.


The door was thrown open startling your daughters as their father came in cupping his side. His hand was bloody as he held his side. “Dad” Geonjoo said scared. “What are you doing up?” he asked as he sunk to the floor in pain as Jongdae and Junmyeon rushed in helping him up. Baekhyun panicked as he heard Yeseul start crying from the loud noises. “No princess” he whispered as he started losing consciousness. “Baek?” he hears before he slipped into darkness.


Baekhyun awoke to the sounds of baby music and coos from Yeseul. He quickly sat up before cupping his side. He felt a bandage as the door opened to your bedroom. “Geonjoo” he said as she looks up at him. One thing he never liked doing was bringing his work home. “You okay princess?” he asked as she brought over a drink for him along with pills. “Mom is making you soup” she said as Baekhyun grabbed her and sat her on the bed. “Does mom know about all of these?” she asks as she looked over her scarred father as he just smiles “yes honey. Just don’t worry okay” he says ad he kisses her head.

You came into the room as Baekhyun looks down as Geonjoo got up and left the room as you brought Baekhyun his soup. He took the bowl from you headed over to pick up the little infant girl up. “Did they sleep well?” he asked as you patted Yeseul’s bum. “Why did you come home?” you asked him as he sat the bowl down on the table “it was closest to where we were. They knew you knew how to fix people up-” “you didn’t think about your daughters” you cut him off. “Honey I’m sorry” he said as he started standing up “stay in bed” you tell him as he groaned. “I love you” he tells you as you make a sound walking out of the room.


Baekhyun smiled as Yeseul gripped his shirt. “Look how big you’re getting” he cooed as he rubbed her back. He hasn’t been able to have a day off from his work since really Yeseul was born but now after his injury he was allowed to stay home for a week or so to boost his strength. “Sister will be home soon and mommy too then we can have dinner” he coos as the front door open. “Hi mommy hi sissy” Baekhyun says in his baby voice as you give a small smile. “I’m taking 2 weeks off and spending time with you guys” he says as Geonjoo smiles “can I take off school then?” she asks as Baekhyun chuckles “no” he says as he bounces Yeseul.

Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Seven)

Warnings: This chapter is dark. Talk about hurting kids. Psychopath talk. Fear. Pain. Worry. Be warned, this chapter is dark so if you don’t want to read it because of something in the warnings, please don’t.

Summary: Kai comes back from the dead to find he has a child, after moving to New Orleans he realizes that he can’t escape the monster he met in Hell.

A/n: Seriously, when I say dark I mean dark. @geminioriginalsimagines



Kai was out with Anna, buying some more candles for them to practice magic on, and you were having an anxiety attack on the toilet seat. There was a pregnancy test lying in front of you on the counter, and you were so nervous to see the results you’re sure you’re about to pass out. After the second morning throwing up you were pretty sure you were pregnant, which scared the hell out of you. Even more so than when you found out you were pregnant with Anna.

Kai was still Kai, he was still a little bit of a sociopath, but he seemed different now. When you were pregnant with Anna you debated giving her up for adoption, Kai wasn’t fit to be a father, and you thought you weren’t fit to be a mother, you were terrified of what Kai would do if he knew. But now, every time you saw him with Anna you were reminded that he was different. Or at least that he was trying to be different. He held her hand while she walked across the street, he drew on the sidewalk with chalk with her, he let her put bows in his hair, he was even trying to teach her how to siphon magic without hurting anything. Maybe this time it would be different. You reach forward and pick up the stick, your eyes staring down at it, you gasp as you notice the pink lines across it. You’re pregnant, you’re pregnant, it’s all that goes through your mind.

A door opens downstairs, slow footsteps echo through the empty house, you sit up straight, that wasn’t Kai. You grab your phone and he Kai on speedial.

“What’s wrong? Need some milk?” He laughs on the other line.

“There’s someone in the house. Get home, right now.” Your voice shakes as the footsteps start coming up the stairs. “Kai, I’m serious-”

“Oh, hello, darling.” The same Heretic from Mystic Falls steps into the doorway, you drop the phone. You throw your hands out, trying to use your magic to push him back, it doesn’t work.

“Darling, darling, darling, I’m your guest, don’t be rude.” He lifts a hand- “Motus.”

You skid across the floor towards him, his hand wraps tight around your throats as he presses you to the wall of your bedroom. You choke and claw at his hand, he smiles maliciously up at you.

“Why…” You try to kick at him, it doesn’t work, you’re paralyzed. He rolls his eyes.

“Why am I hurting you? Oh well that’s simple, really. I knew Kai when he was in hell, and I followed him out.” You take a deep gasping breath when his hand releases just barely.

“I’m just a psychopath looking for some fun.” He drops you, and then a second later his foot slams into your stomach. Panic fills your chest, you’re pregnant, what if he kills your baby? Your arms fly over your stomach, a desperate attempt to save your baby. He kicks your face, your head bounces back against the wall and then lowers.

“Malum!” Just as he’s rearing his foot back to kick you again Kai steps through the doorway. You were passed out against the wall and Kai was going to kill Malum for hurting you.

“Oh hello, Kai. Come to join the fun?” Malum puts a hand out towards you and lifts you off the ground, you come to, your cheekbone is bruising and Kai can hear your heartbeat speed up.

“I came to kill you.” Malum laughs, it’s a loud, sociopathic laugh that resembled Kai’s from five years ago so much that it made the blood in your veins run cold.

“You can try, but once I tear through you, I’m going to take this sweet, beautiful girlfriend of yours, and then I’ll take your babies.” Malum’s hands runs from your cheek to your shoulder to your stomach. You shudder and try to move away from him but his magic keeps you still against the wall.

“I’ll take these two little babies in your girlfriend’s belly and I’ll feed and feed and feed on them until all they know is the feel of my teeth sinking into their neck. Oh and sweet, sweet Anna. She’s just a little ray of sunshine isn’t she? So soft, so kind, and so incredibly brave. I’m going to destroy her, I’ll break her down and tear her apart until she begs for death.” Malum laughs again as he sees the fear mounting in your eyes. Kai’s eyes are fixed on yours, he knows you’re pregnant, and he looks terrified.

“You won’t touch any of my family, ever again.” Kai puts his hand out, Malum doesn’t budge.

“Mmm, no.” Malum turns his head to the side as he stares over you, contemplating something. “Not today.”

With a wind that moves your hair he’s gone. You sigh and lean back against the wall even more. Your arm was draped over your stomach and your jaw was bruising a violent purple and black as you slide down to a sitting position. You try to take slow deep breaths in.

“Where’s Anna?” You didn’t try to stand, you knew your legs would give out if you did, but the tone of your voice definitely conveyed worry.

“In the car, I told her I’d come and get her when I made sure everything was okay.” He kneels down and bites his wrist, pressing it to your mouth and then taking it away once you were sufficiently healed.

Your clothes were barely even scuffled in the fight, nothing lay broken or out of place, you reach out in front of you and with a quick snap of your fingers your blood on the floor and wall is gone. Kai helps you to your feet and you walk downstairs, wanting to go make lunch and talk to Kai about Malum and you being pregnant. Kai comes back into the house with Anna, and she runs right for you, her arms open in an impending hug.

“Mommy!” You hug her back.

“Are you okay? Are the babies okay?” You back out of the hug.

“How did you know I was pregnant?” You ask, still smiling, Kai looks stunned still.

“I dreamt about it. Like how I dreamt about when daddy was coming back, I knew there was two babies inside you, can I share a room with them?” You scoff out a little laugh.

“No, I think the babies will be staying with daddy and I. Go play with your toys, I have to talk to daddy.” Kai stares you down even as Anna walks into the living room to play with her toys, he was assessing you, listening to your heartbeat.

“You won’t be able to hear them, I know that’s what you’re trying to do. A baby’s heartbeat doesn’t start to show until like a month in or something, I can’t really remember.” Kai’s eyes move slowly from your stomach to your face.

“You’re pregnant?” He asks, obviously shocked by the sound of his own voice.

“Are you going to leave me?” The question had been playing on your mind ever since you took that test, will he leave you? Will he try to take Anna from you while leaving?

“What? No, of course I’m not going to leave you. I’m trying to be a better person than I was all those years ago, can’t you see that?” He was getting angry, you could tell, he always got angry when he didn’t know which emotion to feel.

“Yes, I can. But you can’t blame me for asking Kai, if I had told you I was pregnant with Anna back then, you wouldn’t have flinched if I told you I was going to put her up for adoption. You would have turned her into something terrible, and don’t say you wouldn’t have because you would, you were different then. Hell changed you, Kai, and you can’t deny it.” You were so calm, how were you so calm? You could see the gears in Kai’s head turning, he was thinking, thinking, thinking.

“I’m not trying to deny it- it’s just- you’re pregnant! I never planned on having one child let alone three, and being a dad is so new to me. What you said about me turning Anna into something dark, I still think I can do that. I don’t think I’m a good father and I mean, it’s not like I had the best father ever, being the family abomination was never easy.” Kai’s emotions were changing, he always did it when he was conflicted, now he was sad, even worried.

“Kai, our children are not going to be like you. Anna’s a siphon, do you think she believes she’s an abomination, no- she knows she’s different from other witches, but does that discourage her? Not a chance, and these babies, these two babies, they’re not going be you. They aren’t you, and neither is Anna.”

You take a few steps towards so you’re standing barely a foot away from him, and you take his hand, pressing it to your stomach. He looks down at his hand, eyes widening as he feels them, he can feel their magic, just like you can.

“They are going to love you, and you know why?” Kai looks back up at you, his eyes still wide, hand still on your stomach.

“Why?” His voice is small, his eyes watery with what you assume to be happy tears.

“Because you’re going to love them.” You put a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into your palm.

“I need to tell you something.” His voice is low, his eyes look anywhere but yours.

“What is it?” Your smile falters, he sounded so serious, and you were starting to get scared.

“We need to go back to Mystic Falls.”