how i feel when asked to clean things


I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually.  We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast.  I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing  just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him
Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll
Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful.
He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor.  He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog  I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner  And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.

Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected.  We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames.
his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.

He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together.
Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.

He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.

I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.
To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.

A friend told me

He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.

Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to
Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there.
With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for
Your love beautiful boy.

thecrownedrose  asked:

So I've seen this done over and over and I still love the trope of Bucky being a little shit about teasing the fuck outta you if he overheard you having a sexy dream about him. But just imagine the situation reversed! Overhearing Bucky having a sexy dream about you, moaning your name, his cock twitching and hardening, low grunts escaping his lips. Mmph!

This is what my other wife requested!

Kind of smut, so 18+ under the cut. Lots of Dirty talk and Bucky having a wet dream.

You had catch Bucky sleeping on the couch several times, it was normal or so you thought. After all he tended to have nightmares and would go to the common room and watch tv, to distract himself. You were walking pass the door when you heard him call your name, weird because you had taken your heels of to not wake anyone up. But apparently you had woken him up.

You made your way inside the room and find Bucky sprawled on the couch, he was a asleep and shirtless, his grey sweatpants slung low around his hips, his lips slightly parted as a low growl leaves his lips and your curiosity peaks.

“Y/N fuck” He’s moaning your name and your cheeks blaze, you swear you haven’t seen a more beautiful picture. You stay there, staring at him and a weird sense of pride takes over you, Bucky Barnes is having a good dream, a sex dream, a dream he’s actually enjoying about you. Your eyes travel to the bulge between his legs and you almost moan, hipnotized by the sheer size of it, how it tiwtches in his mind and you wonder if he’s wearing any underwear, rumor has it that most of the times he doesn’t.  Not that you’ve been paying attention to that. “Y/N, doll… Just like that” You have to bite your lip, he looks good enough to eat like that, his face is scrunched up in pure pleasure and you swear is something you culd see every day and never get tired of it. His hips lift of the couch and you see a wet patch appear in the front of his pants, Bucky stirs in his sleep and you get out of the room with a smile on your face and a plan forming on your mind.

Next morning you sneak into Bucky’s room andsteal the shirt he had been wearing the day before, the make your way to the kitchen where you find him head first in a book, you smile to yourself.

“Morning, Buck” You turn around and reach for a mug in th highest shelf.

“Moring, Doll” He pauses for a second and then asks “Is that my shirt?”

“Yeah… I ran out of clean clothes, sorry” You turn around and smirk when you find him staring at you “Your clothes smell good”

Bucky blushes and you swear is the most adorable thing you’ve seen in your life “Thanks?”

“How was your night, by the way? You fell asleep  on the common room again” You drink a sip of your coffee and smile “Not that I’m complaining, you’re pretty adorable when you sleep” His cheeks get even redder and you feel the need to kiss him, but decide against it.

“It was good” He looks down at his mug “I had a nightmare, but that’s part of life for me”

“Well, when I came back you didn’t seem to be having a nigthmare” You caress his leg with your bare feet “What were you dreaming about?”

“Nothing important” You watch as Bucky takes a long swig of coffe.

“You can tell me. I promise I’ll keep your secret” You keep caressing up and down his leg with your feet, until he wraps his hand around your ankle.

“Stop that” There’s a sutil change on his expression “You’re making it hard to think”

“Is that the only thing I’m making hard?” You giggle and Bucky tightens his grip on your ankle.

“You know, doll? You shouldn’t start things you’re not going to finish” He bites his lip.

“You know me Sarge, I never start shit if I’m not going to finish it” He lets go of your leg and you lean over the kitchen island “Are you going to tell me why were you moaning my name last night”

Bucky gets up and rounds the island, turning your stool around and caging you between his body and the kitchen island “You really wanna know, doll face?” You look him straight in the eyes and bite your lip, nodding “I had this really vivid image of you on your kness, like a good, girl and with that pretty mouth of yours full of my cock” He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin “And then, you were on your hands and knees, with my fat cock deep inside your cute pussy” He grabs the back of our neck with his metal hand and you gasp at the coldness “Is that what you wanted to know?”

By the time he’s done talking your tighs are closed together and you’re clenching them hard, trying to find a way to relieve some of the tension between your legs, your brain is barely working and all you can say is “Fuck, Bucky. I never imagined you were that good at dirty talk”

Bucky chuckles darkly in your ear “See, doll? You’re not the only tease around here”

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Hope you're having a good day ^.^. I was wondering if you could do a tutorial on how you texture your art on digital? I mean if you don't want to that's fine just ignore this ask. Just want to say I love your art as well and it's inspired me to start my own art blog :)

Sorry for my super late reply (this sat in my inbox for quite a while orz) but as I finally have a workflow I’m kind of comfortable in I’m very much willing to share it and try to explain some stuff ♡ I’m not sure what you mean by texturing my art, I guess I just paint? :’D So I’ll just explain how I build my image!

I work in Photoshop CC!

I always start out with a super rough sketch to get the idea down (this normally takes only some minutes): 

More steps under the cut!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Sebastian 22. “Yeah? Well, maybe I need you.”25. “Just.. Let me hold you.”

“Y/N?” You heard Sebastian’s voice float through the door of your trailer. Shaking your head slowly and sniffling, you let out a weak, “Go away, Seb.” Which only resulted in him opening the door and coming in anyway.

You’d been working on a movie together for nearly a month now and had become extremely close – probably because you were cast as his love interest. You’d be lying if you tried to say that you didn’t have feelings for him. He was probably the sweetest, most attentive man you’d ever met in your life.. He made you beyond happy.

Upon seeing a head of dark hair entering your trailer, you quickly wiped the stray tears from your cheeks, hoping your eyes weren’t as red as you thought they were. The director of the film had said some really rude things to you today – basically accusing you of not even trying, relying on Seb too much and making everyone else have to work twice as hard to clean up your messes. That conversation ended with you running back to the safety of your trailer where you proceeded to collapse into a puddle of tears.

Sebastian witnessed the entire thing.

When his eyes met yours, a small, sad smile graced his face. “How ya feeling, sweetheart?” He asked softly, coming closer and sitting next to you on your small couch. You shrugged, forcing a weak laugh.” I-I’m fine, Seb. Really.” You adverted your gaze, hoping he would just drop it, but he was stubborn.. it was one of the many things you adored about him.

“Look, Rick really shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was completely uncalled for and—“ He paused, reaching out to touch your shoulder. “Look.. If you want to talk about it, or you want me to say something to him, just tell me.. Anything you need.” He offered up a small smile, but for some reason, all you could think of is how the director said that you lean on Seb too much. You’re too dependent on him. “I’m fine. Really.” You replied, your voice shaking, betraying you.

“Y/N.. You’re not fine, okay? I know you, baby, I know you. C’mon, it’s just me.. You don’t have to lie to me.” He said, scooting a little closer to you, his thumb rubbing your shoulder in soothing circles. You jerked your shoulder back from his touch, your lower lip trembling at the hurt look on his face. “No! He was right to say those things to me.. I-I I do rely on you too much, I-I.. I’m too attached to you, Sebastian. When we starting filming this movie, we had a deal, we said we wouldn’t get too attached, and I fucked up.” You said quickly, leaving yourself breathless.

When Sebastian didn’t speak right away, you began to panic. “Seb, you need to leave. Please. Just go.” You said a little louder this time, standing up and wrapping your arms around yourself, wanting to disappear. “Y/N—“ He spoke, but you interrupted him. “Seb. Go. I don’t need you.” You hissed, tears burning your eyes at how harsh you sounded. “Yeah? Well, maybe I need you.” Was his response.

You sucked in a quick breath, meeting his eyes again, which were bluer than you’d ever seen them before. You opened your mouth to speak, but he shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards the couch, where you fell right into his lap. “Just.. Let me hold you.” He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and exhaling slowly, his scent consuming your thoughts.

“And for the record..” He started, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you tighter to his chest when he felt you relax at last. “I’m pretty attached to you, too.”

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

Originally posted by aleja-vodkapure

Ahhhh, sorry it’s been so long!

First off, no, I’m not inactive! I just had to take a little break.  So I actually decided to leave my job that I worked at for the past three years (I’m a salaried employee working in finance - which probably makes me an old person compared to most of the people on tumblr - I’m 24).  I liked the actual work, and the pay was really high, but they absolutely treated me horribly.  And I just put up with it because of the salary.  But it got to the point where I was really dreading going to work, and just completely miserable, even after I got home.  So, I decided to just give up on that job, and look for a new one….and I was able to get a new job with 24 hours, and the salary is even higher than my last job! I really should’ve done that sooner.  Anyway, I’ve been working crazy hours getting properly trained.  Plus, we (boyfriend, corgi, and I) are going to move closer to my new job, so I’ve had zero free time (my new job is randomly around the block from my bf’s job, so the move will cut both our commute times considerably).  Anyway,  this weekend is the first time in awhile that I’ll actually have some free time!  Sorry I haven’t been able to scanlate lately!  I don’t think I’ve even read any manga in the past few weeks.  I don’t think I’ve ever taken a break from reading manga at all in the past few years (that should really emphasize how busy I was).  I have a million messages at this point, and I really don’t think I can get to them all.  I’m assuming most of them were asking if I was still active, and [demanding to know] when I would release something.  I will try to finish up chapter 3 of My Tongue in Your Mouth (the Nyannya project) this weekend.  The raws are done, it’s cleaned, and uncensored. 

And lastly, I feel like I haven’t done the “random-picture-at-the-end-of-my-post” thing in awhile, so here’s one from my Daria magazine from a few months ago!  I haven’t gotten around to scanlating this series yet (I kinda really want to know which direction this manga is going in first - as not much as happened in the first three chapters).

Photo Credit: Red Beryl ni Sayonara (Michinoku Atami)  

i love oversized clothing. they are comfy and i don’t feel bad in them.

i have complicated relationship with how i dress up. i don’t want people to look or talk to me so i hide in big things that hide as much as possible. wish i could walk around in what i want, tho.

It's The Little Things // 11:38 PM

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: fluff

Prompt: you’ve had a long hard day and were upset over small things. Tom, being the most caring boyfriend, knows just how to cheer you up.


The door clicked shut behind you as you headed into your condo. The lights were on in the living room when you walked through, your boyfriend was sitting on one of the couches. He turned his head to smile at you as you threw your work bag onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh.

“Long day?” He asked, watching with a furrowed brow.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You answered. Your day consisted of many people, too much vomit, and multiple different spill mishaps.

“Why don’t you go have a hot bath? I’ve got dinner cooking.” Tom said, reaching his hand over to you and pulled you in front of him as he still sat on the couch. Your lips were in a pout as Tom dragged you over.

“I guess,” you sighed, looking down at your boyfriend. His eyes wandered from your hands, that were entwined with his, up to your eyes.

Tom stood to his feet swiftly, reaching your height and kissing you. You laughed softly against his lips. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you, especially right after work. Knowing that you smelt mostly of bodily fluids and chemicals. (You worked as an RN).

You stepped back to give Tom a small smile. “I’m going to shower.” He nodded in response as you headed to the bathroom to wash away the days smell.

It took you only 15 minutes to feel somewhat clean. Then you headed out to the living room where Tom was no longer. Wandering into the kitchen, Tom had set the small kitchen table with your dinner set out. He turned to you as you walked in, giving you a small Tom Holland small.

“Hello, beautiful.” He said to you in his wonderfully rough, yet somehow soft, voice.

“Hi,” your own voice wavered. Seeing Tom like this always made you emotional. Given that fact that you were always emotionally unstable, your boyfriend made that more intense.

Tom made you nervous. But it was a good kind of nervous. He swept you off your feet and left your breathless in the best possible way. And he did it every day. No matter it being his adorable, groggy morning voice, to his sassy attitude when it came to choosing dinner plans. Tom Holland made you fall in love with him slowly, and then all at once. Everyday.

“Hungry?” Tom offered, pulling out your chair for you. Giving him a small smile, you took the seat. Tom sat opposite you and began to eat.

“How was your day, love?” He asked, watching as you poked at your food but didn’t eat it.

“Uhm. Horrible, honestly.” You snorted in annoyance. Something you usually did when you were cranky.

“Why’s that?” You knew Tom was just trying to help, and make you feel better. But him asking about your day only made you relieve every bad thing that had happened throughout the day.

“I don’t really feel like talking about it.” You answered shortly. Tom eyed you cautiously before continuing to eat his dinner. No more words were exchanged as the dinner grew on.

After dinner, Tom cleaned the kitchen up as you headed into the living room. The tv was shut off as you sat on the couch, clouded up in your own head, not realising that Tom came into the living room 10 minutes later. You watched silently as he switched the tv on and out in a movie. He sat down slowly beside you, like as if he moved any faster you would have bit him.

The tv flashed with movie previews before going to the direct screen play. Tom even more slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him. You willingly rested your head on his chest as the movie rolled out to play, you recognised the music immediately as Descendants started play.

“Disney movies?” You inquired as you turned your head up to look at Toms face. He only smiled in return, leaning his head down to peck you on the lips.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” Tom said softly. You only snuggled closer to him in response. Perfectly content with the night that played out.

Originally posted by spideycentral

im p sure vivian heard cedar and i talking abt her and tbh? at this point i dont care one bit 

That moment when you see a SD&S tag and this is what you’re working with…sorry @tuesdayswithrachel… The reality of #Iwokeuplikethis is NOT pretty, especially today.  Dark circles for days and days…

I haven’t slept well much at all the past couple of nights.  I’m usually excellent at compartmentalizing.  But, things with my parents have gotten so bad that I just can’t.  I am feeling so stressed that I have this weird feeling of being underwater all the time.  So much pressure, shortness of breath, and anxiety.  Fun.

At least Conner has been behaving himself.  It’s difficult sometimes to drag things out of him, but talking is so important.  I recently finished Beartown, and it was SO good.  One of the many things I totally identified with is how the parents in the book struggled with the concept of giving their kids enough space but also trying to make sure they still stayed in the loop of what was going on with them.  Parenting is freakin DIFFICULT, man.  Mother’s Day is coming up again, and I was just looking at the Mother’s Day card Conner made me last year.  One line meant so much in particular: “I know that you always love me even when you get mad at me.” Having my kid never doubt that is pretty high on the list of life goals, so I treasure that card so much.

When you’re feeling this exhausted and stressed, it’s important to acknowledge the little things that bring some brightness to the day.  Conveniently, @neurotic-rob tagged me to list five happy things–thanks, friend–so here goes:

  1. My house has remained so clean that it’s almost miraculous since this past Thursday when I hosted gym book club.  HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??
  2. On Sunday, my family spent the whole afternoon together–dinner on the patio, countless Uno games, and a two hour walk in the woods.  So much laughter, and hugs, and that rare and perfect feeling of time slowing down.
  3. Good books! Always.  I LOVED Beartown, and I’m currently enjoying American Gods by Neil Gaiman.
  4. Being “that” couple.  When you go to a barbecue for your newly engaged friends and are asked, “So, how do you guys do it–you seem so happy!?” Still loving the crap out of my husband and flirting like teenagers. Heart eyes for days! :)
  5. Leftovers and part-time work.  If ever I needed a day with no responsibilities, it’s today.  Because of those two things, I get to have it.

anonymous asked:

aaa its the first time im on when the ask box is open and im happy holy shit okay so how about s/o waking up next to josuke,maybe some fluffy sleeping headcanons( like positions , pillow talks i guess ?whatever comes up in mind i suppose ) ? ive been thinking bout that and its in the way of my homework so i need to quench my fluff thirst

-First things first, if they fall asleep on Josuke’s bed they will feel blessed. His bedsheets smell wonderful (thanks Tomoko, Josuke wouldn’t even think of cleaning them himself) and his pillows smell as good as his hair. If they tell Josuke how much they like the way his bed smells, he will get embarrased and tell them that “It just smells like me, it’s not even that good…”

-Josuke loves pillow talk. Whenever he and his partner get on the bed, both of them would stare at the ceiling while talking about those subjects that you only talk on those special moments. “Where do we go when we die? Is the universe infinite? Do you believe in aliens? Mikitaka doesn’t count!”

-There’ll also be some playful pillow fights before going to bed! Josuke will end up pinning them down and tickling the heck out of them.

-Josuke would like if they fall asleep hugging him! He will let them use his arm as a pillow and will softly run his fingers through their hair until they fall aseep (if he doesn’t fall asleep first!)

-If he sleeps alone though, he will sleep in a semi-fetal position, always hugging a pillow. He’ll love hugging his partner instead tho

-If Josuke wakes up before his partner, he will shift a little and be extremely confused when he sees them by his side. No way, did he actually sleep with them?!

-He would feel like a total creep but couldn’t help staring at their sleeping face. They look so peaceful and beautiful? He will get a few strands of hair off of their face, and graze his fingers softly over their cheek. If they wake up in that moment, he may as well die from embarrassement.”A-ah, babe, i’m sorry! Didn’t mean to wake you up!” Rip Josuke.

-If they wake up before him, they can try and pester him a little in his sleep to see one of the cutests sides of Josuke. If they kiss his cheeks or lips, he will pout and let out a small ‘hmm’ while turning around, and if they start caressing him and tickle him slightly he will frown and let out groggy groans. It’s really cute!

-But wither way, he will blush once he is awake, giving them a sleepy grin. He will kiss their forehead while holding them close. “Hmm, good morning babe, did you sleep alright? I did y’know, feeling you by my side…. Ah! that was to cheesy, wasn’t it?”



Without A Trace Part 4

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

A/N: This one got away from me, both in length and in the time that it took me to write. For some reason, I was having a hard time getting it to go in the direction I had intended and to sound the way I wanted it to. Regardless I am happy with it now so here it is. 

Warnings: not really anything other than a little bit of angst toward the end

Rating: T

Word count: 3.5K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The night was mostly uneventful, the drugs in your system kept you sedated for most of the night. Aaron woke up around 9:00 when Dave came in with two cups of coffee. “Where’s the team?” he asked, graciously accepting the caffeine.

“On their way up, Morgan and Emily wanted to stop by the gift shop,” Rossi replied chuckling.

“Did you bring-”

“Yes, I dropped off your bag around midnight. The two of you were out cold and still holding hands like you are now,” Rossi mentioned nonchalantly. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Lay off,” he muttered and sipped his coffee. You stirred as a result of the talking and the fact that Morgan opened to door.

“Hey there sunshine,” Derek said holding his big bouquet of flowers.

“Hey yourself,” you muttered, slowly opening your eyes. “What are those for?”

“You silly girl,” he chuckled, as the rest of the team walked in with their purchases. Reid and JJ were caring two bags of candy, and Emily had a giant stuffed bear.

“All for the plane ride home,” she told you and set it one of the chairs. “I just hope the good doctor over there doesn’t eat it all before we get to the plane, as he has already finished two bags of mini M&M’s.”

“You know I have a sweet tooth,” Spencer said, defending himself. You chuckled as the whole team laughed.

“Oh wait, someone wants to say hello,” Morgan said and pulled Penelope up on FaceTime.

“Hello my perfect angel!” she shrieked, from the phone. You smiled at your friend.

“Hi, Penny.”

“How are you feeling? And when are you people bringing our my perfect friend home to me?”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked in the room.

“Oh, is that the doctor he probably has my answer? Turn me, turn me,” she demanded. Morgan laughed and turned the camera back around to face him.

“One sec baby girl, I’ll relay the information to you when he gets done,” Derek said and muted her. Judging by the face she was making, she was not very happy.

“How are we feeling this morning?” the doctor asked you.

“Um, better I guess mainly sore. Boys little help here,” you muttered. You gripped Hotch and Rossi’s arms as they helped you sit up.  

“Well, that was to be expected. Although, tomorrow will probably be worse. Now, we need to discuss who I am releasing you to,” he replied. Your face fell slightly.

“I don’t-”

“You can release her to the team for the time being. If you need a name to put on the form, use mine. We can discuss who’s care we will leave her in once we get back to Virginia,” Hotch said and effectively cutting you off.

“Great, I’ll bring a few other things in and line up the release paperwork,” Dr. Smith replied, walking out.

“Ok, please tell me that someone got my go-”

“Way ahead of you girl,” Emily replied placing your bag by your feet. You started to stretch for it, but Hotch took pity on you and moved the bag into your lap.

“Boys out, I need to get changed,” you said and pulled a long white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings.

“But Baby Girl, I could definitely help you with that,” Morgan teased. You narrowed your eyes at him and playfully swatted at his shoulder. Derek raised his hands in defeat and filed out of the room with the rest of the boys. JJ pulled the curtains shut in front of the windows, and Emily moved the bag out of your lap. You started trying to pull at the hospital gown over your head but winced at the sharp pain that shot up your back.

“Ok, this is humiliating. Will you guys help me?” you asked, hanging your head slightly. Emily and JJ just smiled at you. They both helped ease the gown over your head.

“Hey, hey. Would you stop rushing? You’re going to hurt yourself,” Emily scolded, as you yanked the shirt over your head and grimaced at the pain.

“This is embarrassing, and feel so weak and pitiful right now,” you mumbled as she guided your arm into the sleeve.

“Hey,” JJ said and sat down next to you, “It’s ok to feel like that right now and no one is going to think less of you for it. When I was kidnapped, for a solid three weeks after the team brought me home I couldn’t do anything for myself. There were somedays that Will had to carry me from the bedroom to the kitchen to make sure I ate something, and there were days where he just held me while I cried. It’s not embarrassing to lean on others. We all need people to take care of us sometimes,” she explained, smiling at you. Emily helped you slip your feet into your leggings and you pulled them up.

“There’s our girl,” Emily chuckled as you smiled at them.

“Aaron kissed me,” you said quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“What?” JJ shrieked.

“No, when? What happened?” Emily demanded sitting next to you.

“There’s not much to tell,” you muttered playing with your hands.

“Bull. You don’t get to blurt that out and then brush it off. Now, spill,” JJ whined.

“Ok, ok, but you can’t tell anyone, and by anyone I mean Penelope.”

“Oh c’mon she ships you two so hardcore and she hates being out of the loop,” JJ reminded you.

“Yes, but she can’t keep a secret. She will tell Derek, who will tell Reid, and Rossi will find out somehow. Aaron and I  haven’t talked about this yet, and I don’t even know what it is or if-”

“(Y/N), we get it. Mouths shut. Just tell us, we beg you,” Emily pleaded, as JJ figuratively “zipped” her lips shut. You giggled at your friends.

“Ok, so he decided to spend the night at the hospital with me, even though I told him he didn’t have to. Then we started talking about the argument we got into at the station, and thence said something about feelings clouding judgment. He quickly tried to backtrack, but I wouldn’t let it go. So I started rambling, kinda like Reid does but I didn’t sound anywhere near as smart. I’m pretty sure that it was at this point that I said something about loving him and the two of us dancing around each other at work, and then he kissed me,” you explained.

“Aw,” they both cooed smiling from ear to ear.

“That’s so sweet and so Aaron,” JJ commented.

“So what are you going to do?” Emily asked.

“I don’t know, like I said we didn’t really get a chance to talk about it. I passed out from exhaustion a few minutes later,” you muttered frustratedly.

“Well, I think-” Emily started but was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called. Dr. Smith opened the door and pulled back the curtain.

“Well, well, am I interrupting girl talk?” he teased.

“Eh, it’s fine as long as you’ve brought the paperwork to my freedom,” you replied.

“Not quite,” those forms are at the nurse’s station. This is for your arm,” he said and handed you a sling, while he disconnected your IV.

“Oh, Dr. Smith, please don’t make me use that. My shoulder feels fine without one,” you pleaded.

“Sorry darling,” he said, helping you settle your arm into it so your shoulder was supported. “But you only have to wear it for one week and I have a bag of supplies that you’ll need to care for your back.”

“Oh right,” you sighed. The three of you listened to Dr. Smith explain how many times you were supposed to change the dressing on your back, what you were supposed to put on it, how you were supposed to clean it, and a variety of other things. As he walked out, you looked anxiously at the massive bag of medical supplies he’d left behind.

“It’s gonna be ok,” JJ reminded you and squeezed your hand.

“I know,” you muttered. “I just hard not feel like I’m-”

“Knock knock,” Derek interrupted, wheeling a wheelchair in with him. “Who’s ready to get the hell out of here and on a plane back home?” You sighed and Emily looked at you sympathetically.

“We’ll talk when we get back,” she whispered and kissed your forehead.

“What are we interrupting something?” Spencer asked, as he and Hotch joined you in the room.

“No, no, just some girl talk no worries. I’m ready to go,” you chirped plastering a tense smile on your face.

“Alright, in you go,” Aaron said pushing the wheelchair over toward the side of your bed. You rolled your eyes.

“C’mon, I can walk. I did not break my leg, so I am perfectly capable of walking to the nurse’s station,” you said, trying to stand to emphasize your point; however, you didn’t realize how woozy you were still going to be. You collapsed into Aaron as soon as your feet touched the hospital floor. Hotch quickly wrapped his arms around you, trying to avoid your squeezing your back.

“Now, you have two options. You can sit in the chair, or I can carry you to the nurse’s station and then to the car. Your choice,” he whispered into your ear. You swore you felt your face go ten shades of red darker and willingly let him set you in the chair. Emily and JJ were both grinning impishly, while everyone else looked slightly confused. “Wise choice,” he muttered victoriously. You rolled your eyes and turned your head to glare at him, as he pushed you to the nurse’s station. You signed all the paperwork and soon were on your way out to the jet. Hotch had set you in the Black SUV, despite your many protests. Morgan and Reid loaded the bags, as Emily JJ and Rossi walked up the stairs and onto the jet. Aaron shut the engine off and turned around to look in the back seat where you were sitting. He jogged around to your side and opened your door. “Can you walk or shall I carry you?”

“If you pick me up and throw me over your shoulder, so help me god-,” you growled.

“Alright, alright, suit yourself,” he relented as you grabbed his hand to steady yourself as you slid out of the car. You wobbled slightly and slid your hand up his arm for better support.

“Ow,” you muttered slowly taking a few steps.

“You know-”

“Ok, ok, I give. Just help me,” you muttered. Aaron chuckled and slid an arm around your waist and the other under your knees. He slowly stood and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Drop me and I will kill you,” you mumbled. Aaron smiled cheekily at you. He adjusted his arms and accidentally brushed against one of the cigarette burns. You immediately flinched slightly away from him.

“Sorry,” he apologized and brushed his lips against the side of your head.

“It’s fine,” you replied, as he started walking up the stairs to the jet. “Aaron?”


“Are we going to talk about what happened?” you asked hesitantly. He tensed slightly.

“We will when we get back home,” he replied, as you boarded the jet. Hotch set you down on the couch, where JJ and Emily had laid out a blanket and two pillows. He helped you arrange the pillows in a way that made you the most comfortable and tucked the blanket around you. The jet ride home was pretty uneventful. You spent your time alternating between napping and talking. Emily and JJ sat with you and painted your toenails. Reid read A Tale of Two Cities, Mansfield Park, and Moby Dick. Morgan talked to Penelope, and Rossi and Hotch spent most of the time filling out the paperwork. You got back to Quantico around midnight. The team started filing off the plane, leaving you and Aaron alone.

“I’m starting to think that they plan to do this to me,” you muttered, standing. You were feeling much more steady on your feet after your nap but the pain was starting to set in. “Hey, did we decide who I was staying with until I figure out how to get a family member up here? I’m hoping that was one of the topics that was discussed while I was sleeping,” you asked scratching the back of your neck.

“Well, I was planning on staying with you tonight and then we could take it day by day from there. I thought that maybe we could you know talk,” he replied, pulling both your bags out of the overhead bins.

“Um, yeah that sounds nice,” you muttered and headed for the exit, Hotch following close behind. Morgan helped you get down the stairs without falling and then Emily walked you over to Aaron’s car.

“So, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.

“Not like I could do any of those things right now, or that he would want to do them with me now,” you replied quietly.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing, sorry. Just thinking out loud,” you replied quickly, plastering a fake smile on your face. Emily narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow at you, but didn’t say anything. She opened the door of the car and you quickly climbed inside. Hotch tossed your bag in the trunk and got inside the car.


“Mmmhmm,” you hummed smiling at him. He smiled and put the car in drive. “Hey, you don’t have to pick up Jack tonight?”

“No, I called Jessica yesterday and she’s keeping him for the rest of the night and taking him to school in the morning. He’s sleeping over at a friend’s house tomorrow,” Aaron explained as he started driving toward your apartment.

“Ha sounds like fun. I remember being that young and having those innocent sleepovers. Not that I don’t have sleepovers anymore, but I can hardly call what Penny, Emily, JJ, and I do innocent,” you giggled.

“How so?”

“Somehow I don’t think I can all drinking a pitcher of margaritas and downing tequila shots, while watching some steamy chick flicks innocent,” you clarified.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he agreed, chuckling, “But I do think that you could say that we are having a sleepover of sorts.”

“Indeed, although no drinking. I don’t think I’m allowed considering all the medications that I’m currently on,” you laughed.

“Speaking of the meds, what do we need to do to your back when we get to your apartment?”

“Um, well the doctor said that I’m supposed to take the antibiotics twice a day so I need to have those, then change the bandages for my back and lovely stab wound and put some of the medicated cream stuff on it,” you listed off counting the tasks on your fingers. Aaron gripped the steering wheel a little tighter at the mention of the stab wound. You placed your hand on his arm. “Hey, c’mon please don’t beat yourself up about that.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, trying to relax the tension in his shoulders but failing miserably. “It’s just hard to think that if I had taken the shot a few seconds earlier you wouldn’t have gotten quite so hurt. I happen to care a lot about you.”

“I care about you too,” you replied as he pulled into the parking lot. Aaron grinned at you and hopped out of the car to grab your bags. You climbed out of the car and started toward the doors of you apartment building thanking god you lived on the first floor, waiting for Aaron. He followed close behind and you fished the keys out of your go bag’s front pocket. You opened the door and walked in, so happy to be home. Aaron walked in behind you and set the two bags down on the couch. “So I’m going to go and grab some pajamas out of my room. Make yourself comfortable,” you told him and hurried off toward your room. You opened your dresser and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and an old band t-shirt. “Breathe (Y/N), just breathe,” you thought to yourself, and put the shorts on. You didn’t bother to change the shirt yet because you were going to have to change the bandages which would necessitate it coming back off. You walked back into the living room. Aaron had already changed into sweats and a fitted black t-shirt. He’d taken all the med supplies out and laid them out on the couch.

“Um, the shirt is going to have to come off,” he muttered trying to phrase that in a way that didn’t sound that overtly sexual or just wrong.

“I know,” you replied and slid your arm out of the sling. You slipped the t-shirt over your head. You sat down on the couch with your back to him. Aaron walked over and slowly started unwinding the bandages, trying to not hurt you in any way. You tensed as you realized he was coming to the last layer of bandages. Feeling them slowly fall away from your back, a few tears slid down your cheeks. The cuts on your back were an angry red and ran almost the entire length of your back from your shoulder down to near the end of your spine. The stab wound was much smaller, about a one-inch long cut that was right under your ribs on the left side. It was just much deeper than the slits on your back.

“Are you ok?” he asked, hesitantly.

“No, I feel ugly and disgusting,” you mumbled harshly. Aaron shook his head and gently started putting the medicated cream on the slits on your back. You tried not to flinch away when he touched you, still jumping slightly. Finishing with that step, he started rewrapping the bandages around your torso. He handed you one side and you held it down on your stomach. Aaron secured the bandage once he was done and you mentally sighed in relief, relishing in the fact that you were covered again. He walked over and knelt down in front of you.


“Aaron,” you mimicked humorlessly. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you done?”


“(Y/N), listen to me. This does not define you. Those scars and what he did to you do not define you. They-”

“You don’t get it!” you snapped. “You don’t get it, Aaron. You don’t understand that every time I’m alone or close my eyes I see him. I was so sedated at the hospital that I slept through the night, but on the jet I could only nap for short periods of time because I see his eyes and I remember what it felt like when he was running the scalpel up and down my back, going a little deeper every time. He told me that I was worthless and I should go home to do my job, which was apparently to be a housewife who took care of the house and sleeps with her husband like a good woman. He has scarred me in multiple ways and all I feel when I think about myself is dirty and filthy.” Aaron grimaced when he heard you talk about Owens. Wordlessly, he started pulling up his shirt. “What are you doing?” you asked trying not to stare at him. Aaron slipped the shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He grabbed your hand placed it on his lower abdomen on one of the scars that Foyet had given him years ago.

“You know how I got this and the rest of them. I could’ve let this stop me from doing my job, but if I did that he would have won. I could’ve lost Jack and then my life would have been over. He would’ve taken everything from me, but the team wouldn’t let me give up. They helped me get back on my feet and finally put it behind me. I will never be able to forget what Foyet did to me, my family, the team, but these,” he said pressing your hand against his stomach, “are not signs of weakness. What happened to you will haunt you but the scars he gave you are signs of what you survived. They do not make you dirty or weak. It’s not going to be easy, but please don’t shut me out. Let me and the team help you get through this,” he pleaded looking into your eyes. You broke down into sobs, feeling guilty about your outburst. Aaron gathered you up into his arms and let you cry.

“I love you,” you sniffled.

“I love you too,” he replied kissing your forehead. You tilted your head up and brushed your lips against his softly. Neither of you made a move to deepen the kiss, knowing that all of the things that could come after the kissing were out of the question due to your current state. “I’m going to go get you some water so you can take your medication, then we should get some rest,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling back. You smiled at him as he walked into your kitchen and brought back a glass of water for you. You quickly took your meds and slipped Aaron’s shirt over your head. He raised an eyebrow at you again.

“What? I’m comfortable and you look damn sexy, so this is my attempt to keep you without a shirt for as long as possible,” you teased, smiling cheekily at him. He chuckled, shaking his head at you before he picked you up and carried you to your room. He set you down gently on your bed and you slid under the covers. “In,” you commanded and pointed to the other side of the bed. Aaron rolled his eyes but obeyed climbing in beside you. You snuggled into his chest and he gently wrapped his arms around you, the two of you slowly drifting off to sleep.

Number 97- William Nylander


Anon:  i saw you were doing the writing prompts thing and i love you’re writing so much!! do you think you could do number 97 with William Nylander or literally any of the leafs?? thanks!

I pick William as I said he’s my fav and thank you it means a lot that people enjoy my writing 

“You’ve been drinking… haven’t you?”

Originally posted by queenevagutowski

Y/N sat with some of the other girlfriend and WAGS of the Toronto maple leafs some of the guys went out and the girls wanted to spend sometime together and Molly didn’t want to leave Kanon alone or with a sitting being he had not been feeling well lately. But still wanted Tyler to go out with the guys so all the girls where at the Bozak’s house just drinking some wine and talking.

“So Y/N how things with William?” asked Sidney Matt Martin Wife 

“really good he can be a pain when it comes to keeping things clean sometimes but besides that everything is great.”

everyone laughed

“get used to it sweetie I don’t think any of the guys know what clean is.” said Molly with a laugh 

“I still don’t know how Steph deals with Mitch all the time.” Steph laughed at my comment

“It takes a bit but you get used to him and plus I love him.”

“Awee Steph turning in to a softy.” Y/N teased taking a sip of her wine 

when they heard little footsteps they all turned their head to see Tyler and Molly son walk out of a hall way

“Mommy I can’t sleep.”

“Buddy you got to try it’s way pasted your bed time come on I’ll but you back to bed.”

“Can Aunt Y/N come.”

“Of course bud.” Y/N said putting her glass down and got up

ever since Y/N first time sitting with the girls Kanon had taken a liking to her and would sit with her any chance he got Y/N never minded it at all she loved Kanon and she loved when she babysat him. Some times she would drag William along but the three of them always had fun she would tease Auston on how Kanon loved her and didn’t like him but it was ll in good fun.

When Y/N had gotten Kanon to his room she made sure he sat in his bed and tucked him in 

“Their you go bud now get some sleep.”

“Aunt Y/N can you tell me a story.”

“:Okay what do you want it to be about.”

The knight one.”

Y/N smiled as she started the short story for the little boy who didn’t get any where near the ending before fallowing asleep when she got up Molly was in the door way and gave her smile 

“I have no idea how you do it Y/N.”

“Two little brothers year of practice that’s all Moll.”

just as Molly was going to talk Y/N phone went off and a picture of William smiling face showed up so she answered it

“Hey Will , whats up?

“I love you so so so much Y/N/N.”

“I love you too Will.”

“No you don’t understand how much I love you Y/N.”


But he cut her off before she could keep talking

“No I love you so much i want to marry you someday and I want to have kids i want two boys and a little girl the first boy can be called Noah because you love that name than the second can be Asher than the little girl can be Lillian.”

“You’ve been drinking… haven’t you?”  Y/N asked with a little laugh

“Just a little tiny bit.”

“Okay how about you hang up the phone will and I know Matt said he wasn’t drinking tonight and you find him and get him to drive you home and I will meet you there okay.”

“and we can talk more about Noah Asher and Lillian?”

“Yes William we can talk more about them.”

anonymous asked:

I asked about MY REACTING to you bring a single mom of a 5 year old who also loves kpop but I didn't specify which 4 members 😑😑😑😑 my 4 are IM, Jooheon, Shownu and Minhyuk thanks 😘😘😘

“ Ok, I never see these in the Kpop request world and as a single mom I hope you guys can be the first to do this 💕 monsta x reactions to dating you and you have a 5 year old daughter who loves Kpop thank you 😘😘”

Them reacting to you being a single mother

I.M: It would freak him out a little. Because he knows he isn’t the best with kids, meeting your kid would make him a giant bundle of nerves. Of course he would buy your daughter toys and try to appeal to her but, because she is YOUR daughter, when I.M rapped it made her the happiest. “So, what you’re telling me is…If I rap….she’ll like me?” From that day forward, I.M would rap to your daughter on the way to school, in the bath, after dinner, before bed, during breakfast. Whatever he could rap about he would because he knew it made her happy.

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Jooheon: He would be happy but a little worried as to why you were a single mom of a 5 year old. Jooheon knew it was hard to raise a child with 2 parents, let alone only 1. He would always ask you things like, “Do you need a nap? I can take him from you for awhile.” or “We can go to the park while you clean, give you a little break.” For Jooheon, because you’re a single mom that doesn’t change how he feels about you.

Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu: He couldn’t handle it at first. It would make him a little distant because when he volunteers for child care centers, the children don’t like him. Shownu wants to be with you but he knew if your child didn’t like him, your guys’ relationship would be over. “Do I have to meet her? She won’t like me. It’s best if we don’t con-” He would be cut off by giggles. After meeting your daughter and seeing how similar she was to you but also seeing how different she is, he fell in love with her. Shownu knew that he would protect her from everything. As far as he knew, he was now a dad.

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Minhyuk: This isn’t even a second thought for him. He has always wanted kids, even if they weren’t biological his. Minhyuk had always been a family man, so when he met you on your 6 month of pregnancy he knew he wouldn’t leave. He was there through the birth, the first diaper change, the first steps, first words, first cold, first day of school, first boyfriend, first breakup and now her wedding. “I know I’m not your actual dad but seeing you grow into the beautiful young woman you are…I couldn’t ask for anything better.” Your daughter would become his pride and joy, and if anyone asked this was YOUR guys’ daughter.

Originally posted by gifsmonstax


You Heard Nothing - (character) is obviously coming down sick - sneezing, sniffling, coughing - and absolutely refusing to admit to it, let alone take things easy. + macdennis


Dennis is idly cleaning glasses, fully zoned out. Mac sits at the bar in front of him, eyes narrowed as he watches Dennis.

“Dude, you’ve been cleaning that glass for twenty minutes.”

Dennis sneezes awkwardly into his shoulder. “Sorry, what?” He sniffs, the congestion in his sinuses obvious.

“Earth to Dennis,” Mac says, leaning forward on his seat. “You okay, dude?”

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A scorose thingy

Hey, I just wanted to write a little Scorose thing. Nothing special. I was just bored. A falling back in love maybe??? I don’t know. I don’t even know if I should keep writing this. This is what happens when Cara is angsty and bored. Loove yas!

She was so many rules. “Don’t eat with your mouth full,” or; “Don’t forget to make sure he wears socks, it’s not the middle of summer out there!”

Sometimes it was more serious things that only idiots would do like; “Don’t swear in front of him – he hangs on to everything you say,” or; “Don’t let him touch your wand when you’re not around!”

“I don’t let him do that because it remind me too much of you.”

Sometimes it was spark-like backfires like; “I don’t want him to end up like you.”

Rose was all logical thought processes and painful truths. Everything she said was for a reason. Everything she did had a good reason behind it. That’s why she left me that hot, summers day. She had thought about it, analysed it and to her, it was the most logical thing to do.

I had drunk myself stupid at James’ apartment, I don’t know how many nights I had cried myself to sleep in James’ sheets and soaked Al’s shoulder. I don’t know how many times I lost my wand in a drunk mess – somewhere on the streets of Muggle London that made my dad’s temple pulse and literal steam come out of his ears. He would yell at me; “Why so reckless, Scorpius!”

I would reply with something about the amount of money he had and what use was it if not used on cleaning up my depressive mess. He hated me. I think a lot of people did.

She would come over to James’ flat and everytime I heard the sharp snap of her apparating, I would assume she was back to come and apologise and she was here to tell me I wasn’t a disgusting ferret and she was going to forgive me for my fuck ups and she just wanted to be a family again. I almost leapt out of the couch everytime she showed. But she never did forgive me, and she didn’t want to be a family again and she was probably even more disgusted than ever because how could I be a father when I was neck-deep in so many bottles of booze and I smelled worse than an ash tray? Sometimes she did promise to come back, only to give me my wand that she confiscated because I could kill someone while under the influence.

At one point, I didn’t see our son for a week.

Our son, our light. He was the true Chosen One. Even Harry Potter himself said that how could one kid brighten so many lives? He was supposed to be the one who broke us  - tore the great Malfoy name and cursed the great Weasley one. But he didn’t. He was the intertwining of the two Great Families. They talk of the Sacred Twenty-Eight as if it were some myth, but our son was so real. So, so real.

They all say that if you have a kid so young, sixteen and in short, we were in love, you’ve signed yourself up for a life doomed. Dooms day. After all, how can kids have kids? You’re supposed to do more, see more, become more. But I can’t have become any more than I was as a sixteen year old Scorpius. I was invincible, indestructible, impenetrable; all because of a squashed up kid wrapped up in muslin. He was blue eyes and blonde hair. He was loud screams and soft touches. He was my everything. He is my everything. I think sometimes I breathe because he’s around and at points, I don’t think I would be breathing if he was not here. Paths seemed clearer and shit, I loved Rose more for it. I loved her so much, I would have taken every hex, every curse, every Unforgivable Curse for that girl with the wild hair and the wilder eyes. And that in itself was the start of the end.

My mum told me once that it was hard to love a Malfoy. My dad told me once it was like loving a brick, loving a Malfoy. We ran, we skipped it, we ran from the darkness that followed us but as much as we had ditched it, it’s true. There’s always a little dark in us. Sometimes I pray to Merlin that my son has just the right amount of Weasley in him to dispel any darkness from him. Maybe he’d grow up and be all sharp words and sarcastic remarks. Just like his mum.

One of Rose’s many rules is a universal one: Don’t lie.

My mind thought over the lies so much, I find some sort of sickening comfort within when I think that the reason why I lied to her in the first place was not to hurt her.

I know that it hurt her more when she found out that I thought that might have worked.

I’ve now had eight months of thinking over my lies.

I did have my own flat. I lived on top of the Leaky Cauldron. Rose came and inspected it once. She told me she’d kill me if our son set foot in there, but I liked it. It had a bed – sleep was one of my saving graces and it took me away from the realisation that I had fucked up, even if just for a few hours. Caelum wasn’t allowed there, it was just as well because I was kicked out after eight weeks. Kicked out and shoved to the comforting embrace of James.

James didn’t mind. He was away most of the time and when he was home, he had a drinking buddy. Not just your usual one, oh no, I was far too dramatic for that. It was all loud singing and falling asleep on the toilet type of drinking. A cry yourself to sleep on your best mate’s brother’s shoulder sort of affair.

I’ve been on James’ couch ever since.

Today was different. I could feel it was different. She called me first thing this morning and didn’t question where I was. She said I could have our son for the entire weekend without asking if I had proper linen or knew how to work James’ TV. She didn’t tell me that her dad was going to come and pick him up at eight AM on Sunday morning so I was robbed of a whole day with him; “bring him home when you’re ready,” was her exact words. And I snatched them up.

I cleaned James’ house, I got rid of the empty beer bottles and threw out the fish n chip wrappers.  I shaved, I wore deodorant. I smoked a pack of cigarettes.

It’s weird how you lose yourself a little when someone leaves. You don’t realise how much you relied on a single person until they tell you that they don’t want you anymore.

They don’t want you to do this to them anymore.

That is the curse of falling in love when you don’t even know what love is. I mean, I think I know. I think I knew. Because even when we were young I had that dull throbbing in my chest every time she walked in and every word she spoke just astounded me. Maybe it wasn’t love at all. Maybe it was an obsession. I admit, I lost myself a little when she left. I was cold and everything was pitch black but I remember, I would never forget. It was two o'clock on a Summer’s afternoon when she found it appropriate to not forgive me.

It wasn’t the Summer anymore. Today was cold, dark and bleak. Typical of Britain’s forecast. It was announced through Diagon Alley when I went to visit Fred that we were in for a weeks worth of rain. But today, I don’t feel it. I only feel that my son is coming to me for an entire weekend and I had things I needed to buy from WWW’s even though he gets a lot of it’s shit for free.

I had chucked a large sum of cash on the counter, Fred gathered me up the best of the best.

This weekend was going to be the best of the best even if I did follow Rose’s rules.

I’m pacing the lounge room of James’ flat. There are pictures everywhere. Even a picture of Rose, Caelum and I when he’s hours old, nothing but fresh faces and smiles are in this picture. We move, barely. He moves a lot. He was just born, he wanted to experience the world. The one his young parents gave him. Maybe it was true; maybe we’re just another statistic.

I hear a truck pull up into the drive way. It was so  Muggle of her but our son goes to a Muggle school. She wanted to fit in. She chucked the cash I had given her as a way to say sorry at the dealer and drove away in a Ford Escape. There was no escaping that it was paid with Malfoy money or that it was a huge statement on Rose’s behalf.

I hear doors slamming. Hurried scurries up the steps. “Come on, mum!” he shouts and I rush to the door, just as quickly as he does because I can’t help it.

I open the door and grin, my arms out, waiting for my son. “Cae!” I say, “Hey mate!” I scoop him up into my arms, bury my face in his hair, kiss him a thousand times all over his face which he hates and I absolutely, positively love.

He groans and makes a choking sound; “Don’t dad!” he whines, shaking his face free from me. “You’re so gross!”

Rose saunters over, hair flying behind her but she’s still wearing her medi-witch robes. Her wand stuck into the messy bun and she’s frowning. “There’s a case of Witches Flu going around,” she states.

“I know,” I mutter, putting my son down. “I work at the same place as you.”

She doesn’t like being told anything. Rose Weasley was a know it all but the worst part was she actually knew it all. Every thing.

We had smoothly transitioned into the new life. Rose insisted that we make this as seamless as possible. We have a six year old son who doesn’t take well to glitches in the system, we had to work hard to make things easy for him. She had a reason for everything, just like she had a reason for making me move out.

We were twenty three years old and so old. I had aged two decades easily in the last eight months. It made me feel sick, it made my voice hitch, it made my hands shake when I drop our son off to his ‘mum’s’ place. It shouldn’t be like that – the great divide.

Often when I would drop him back off to her she would be leaned over a piece of parchment and scratching with a quill. She would still had her medi-witch gear on but her hair was always loose and falling like it was now. I always knocked awkwardly on the door as if I shouldn’t be there but I shared that home with her for three years, in the corner of her own lounge room was still a photo of us, seventeen and glowing, son bouncing in our arms, fresh faced and young just like the one here. And scared. Shit scared.

We made so many mistakes in the short time span, it was a wonder we didn’t combust earlier, a disaster of sparks and stars. We had our son when every odd was against us, our families were against us, shit, even we were against ourselves.

“So, how are you?,” I mutter to her, seeing our son sprawled out on the couch with his blonde hair everywhere and wearing a fake Harry Potter scar on his head. “Uh, did you buy that tattoo for him?”

Rose looks up briefly at me, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose but she slides them up and sniggers when she looks over at our son. “No, that would be your best friend, Albus.”

She walks in and dumps her hand bag on the floor before taking a seat at James’ table which is only there to make this place feel somewhat like a home.

“Your cousin,” I mumble but I take the seat across from her. “How was your day?” I ask.

“We work at the same place.”

“I wasn’t there today,” I reply.

“Hmmm,” she says.

She looks down and starts reading a copy of Witch Weekly that has James’ face plastered to the front, not meeting my eyes. I want to yell, scream at her, I want to pull the magazine out from under her hands, screw it up, chuck it in the fire. I want her to look at me because she never looks at me anymore. I need her to see me, see I’m bleeding from the inside because the light has gone out and she just doesn’t notice me anymore. “So we just don’t talk anymore?” I ask her.

“Hmmm,” she said quietly. “We need to organise which weekend is yours and which is mine,” she states matter-of-factly.

I didn’t want to discuss things like whose weekend is whose. I didn’t need it solidified that we didn’t make it and we needed to organise such things that tore our son and made him into another statistic. “Does it need organising? Can it wait?”

“Do you want a cuppa?” she asks, getting up quickly and putting the quill behind her ear. She flicks her wand in the direction of the cup cupboard and two cups come flying out. “I think I do.”

She drunk tea when she was happy. She drunk a hell of a lot when she was stressed. Her choice of pot was huge, a gift from Luna Lovegood to James for his housewarming, apparently. “Sure, if it will make you ease up…”

She hated that. I was wondering if I would see sparks flying at my head. “I’m over fighting.”

“Do you think I enjoy it?” I ask her. “Because I don’t. I’m sick of this, the tension we used to always -” I’m cut off.

“We used to always talk? Yeah, I know, Scorpius,” she says exhaling loudly. “We used to stay up all night and talk about everything.”

“Then why can’t we?” I hiss but she shushes me, eyes flicking around.

“I don’t want to fight with Cae around,” she says through her teeth.

I look back into the lounge room but it looks like our son has figured out the TV which is just as well, because I didn’t want to lie to Rose again and tell her I knew how to work it. “He’s occupied,” I tell her. “And we’re not fighting.”

She rolls her eyes as she flicks her wand at the kettle on the stove. “Yeah, sure,” she says.

“You know, for a person who states she doesn’t want to fight anymore, you keep going on…”

She laughs a little before shoving my shoulder as I lean against the bench. It had been five months since she’s actually touched me. I wonder if it’s stupid to think that maybe she’s burnt through my shirt and straight onto my skin but I shouldn’t think about those things. How her hands feel on me. “I’m sorry -” this time I cut her off.

“Call Rita Skeeter, Rose Weasley is sorry!” I say, grinning at her.

She smiles weakly back. “Stop smiling at me,” she mumbles. “We have no reason to smile.”

“I do,” I tell her honestly. “Because you’re talking to me and that’s always something to smile about.”

“Stop it with your words, Scorp, we need to be serious,” she says, meeting my eyes. I can see they’re still deep blue and worrying. Her eyebrows are knitting together, she was definitely worrying.

“I cleaned up,” I tell her, moving my arms through the kitchen. “Can you tell?”

“Well done,” she says in the same voice that she uses when Caelum brushes his teeth.

“Thank you,” I say anyways.

She sighs and starts searching the cupboards for the tea leaves that James doesn’t own. “You busy tomorrow?” she asks me.

She turns to look at me and now I’m confused. “You’re not going to take him tomorrow, are you? I thought you said I could have him until Sunday…”

She shakes her head and her eyes widen. “Shit. No. I just meant, if you guys were going to do something, then maybe I’d tag along…”

I raise an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, I try not to smirk, it will just piss her off more. “We could do something if you wanted to?” I challenge.

She inhales deeply and nods. “Yeah, that would be good.”

“Why the change in attitude?” I ask her. I didn’t get where this was going or why it was even going at all but I didn’t want to lose this – the moving forward.

“If this is how our life is going to be, then I want to move on, for the sake of our son.”

I sigh and nod. Accepting this. “Ok, let’s move forward.”

“Or maybe,” she says, looking down at the floor. “We should just start all over again.”

I don’t say anything, I just smile to myself. Maybe I had a shot at things, maybe. Maybe I just need to stop taking my chances and see where this was going to take us.


The snow melts suddenly, overnight. It’s January and the thermometer climbs to sixty-five degrees, unheard of even in Virginia’s mild winters.

Skinner leaves that morning on a bike he takes from the McNallys’ shed. Lockport is gone, but with the roads clear he can make it to the next town, some twenty miles west of the little house. Will doesn’t ask to go, still shaken by what he saw last time.

Scully knows that what happened to Will happens every day – has happened to thousands of children every day, for all of human history. She knows. In times of war, of disease and disaster, children see their homes destroyed. And Will – Will is hardly a child anymore. But it is impossible to walk away from it unchanged.

In the early afternoon Skinner returns with blood soaking the right leg of his jeans and in his hands, a – she doesn’t want to call it a newspaper, because it has no real analogue in the old world – but news, at least, from the outside. A single page of carbon-copy paper, neatly handwritten, and Scully wonders how many people spent hours copying the same information, pressing hard with their ballpoint pens, checking the transfer.

They take turns reading it, Skinner’s lips in a thin line and his hands shaking. Scully has always thought of the older man as an imposing physical presence, broad and strong, filling up every room he walks into. But Skinner, like the rest of them, is reduced. He looks older, thinner. Gray. The color started leaching from their lives when the snow came. She doesn’t expect it to come back.

When it’s her turn she uses her finger to underline the words and tries to imagine who wrote them. The handwriting is round and neat, feminine, she thinks, though she’s no handwriting analyst. Something about it looks young, too, like she’s only a year or two separated from dotting all her “I"s with hearts. She might be Will’s age, Scully thinks. Maybe she used to go to his high school.

All of the news is bad, but none of it is a surprise. Much of it echoes what Skinner told them all those months ago, when he first arrived: that the major cities are gone, that people who survived the attacks and the first wave of illness are being rounded up and sent to what are, officially, refugee camps. Entire towns disappear at once, and no one understands how.

When Scully glances up, Will is staring at her. The lights. She doesn’t have any proof that they took Lockport the night she and Will went onto the ice. She doesn’t have any proof, but she still knows, and she remembers when she used to be a skeptic.

The paper also contains a report from a man who was taken from Carroll Station and then escaped from the camp. He says that tests are being conducted on the survivors.

And the paper says that things in the natural world are changing. The wood with that unbearable burning smell: it’s not just them, it’s not just here. Animals behaving strangely, then dying off in waves. Fresh meat that makes people violently ill. Layers of white ash settling over fields, with no fire in sight.

"They had a list,” Skinner says, once they’ve all seen the paper. “I checked the names, but.” His voice trails off. No one says anything; no news is no news. Mulder puts his good arm around Will’s shoulders and hugs him close, and for once Will doesn’t object.

After she pulls Skinner into the kitchen and tells him to take off his pants. He raises an eyebrow and deadpans, “I thought you’d never ask,” and somehow she finds that comforting.

There’s a round red cut on his shin, easily six inches in diameter, halfway between his ankle and his knee. Scully kneels down to get a better look. “This is a bite mark,” she says.

“Yeah,” Skinner says, grimacing as she touches the edges of the cut. “One of those dogs. Thing acted rabid.”

She grabs a cloth and some disinfectant and starts cleaning it out. Blood oozes slowly from the wound.

It’s easier to ask when she doesn’t have to look him in the eye. “How long do we have?”

Skinner winces, whether at the question or the disinfectant she’s not sure. “I don’t know what you mean,” he lies.

She presses the cloth fully against his wound, letting him feel the sting everywhere at once. Skinner gasps. “Jesus, Scully. ‘Do no harm’, remember?”

“I’m out of alternatives. Tell me.”

“It’s happening faster than I expected,” he admits. He glances toward the living room, but no one is eavesdropping at the door. “We thought it would take a few years, at least.”

“Remaking an entire planet? I’d think so.”

Skinner leans his back against the refrigerator and stares down at her. “It won’t help,” he says, nodding toward the door. “Telling them.”

“Then what?” she asks, trying not to sound desperate.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll try to get back to base. If it’s still there, then maybe. I’ll send word back once I know, either way, and if everything’s all right I’ll send someone to get you. You’ll just have to lay low until then.” He swallows. “It’s not too late.”

“Mulder’s hand,” she says, and then stops.

“Yeah. I know. And maybe this leg.” He points at the bite mark, a more livid red than it was five minutes ago, then shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him at all. “I didn’t mean it’s not too late for us, Dana.” His voice is softer than she ever remembers it being. “I meant it’s not too late to make it matter.”

Imagine overhearing Sonny telling his nieces everything he loves about you

Imagine overhearing Sonny telling his nieces everything he loves about you

“Girls stop running!” Sonny called as his seven and six-year-old nieces dropped your hands and darted towards the playground.

“Sonny,” You protested, “They are just running to the playground. We can see them, we don’t need to walk them.”

“I guess you’re right,” He sighed before calling out again, “Make sure we can still see you!”

“You need to relax,” You giggled, grabbing hold of his arm and giving it a squeeze.

“I know, I know,” He agreed, intwining his hand with yours, as you continued your slow stroll to the playground though you both continued to keep a steady eye on the girls who were now on the monkey bars, “It’s just hard you know, to separate what we do and everyday life. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Well,” You began, “I try and think logically, yes, we might see it every day but think about the thousands of kids that go to the park in this city every day. What we do everyday isn’t an everyday thing. And anyway they have us. Two of the best detectives in the city watching them, I’d love to see someone try and take us on.”

“How do you always do that?” Sonny inquired, looking straight at you briefly before looking back.

“Do what?” You countered, looking up at him.

“Make everything feel better.” He explained.

“What can I say?” You giggled, “I’m easer and a pleaser not a messer and a stresser.”

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“This is it.” Taeyong said, pointed to a large white house the two of you were approaching. “Right there.”
The two of you had, after you stopped ignoring Taeyong for messing with your panties, went to his dorm to gather his things. True to his word, in the mix of packing, he had flung a pair of his boxers at you, almost collapsing in laughter when you screamed and yelled, throwing the cloth across the room, acting as if it had bit you. That led to you ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the time he took packing and the drive to the honeymoon house, up until he pulled into the driveway of the home you would be staying in for the next few months.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel about your wife giving you the silent treatment the first day?

Taeyong: “Well I know she was just playing, she couldn’t be that upset over clean underwear, could she? Either way, it’s not that bad, she’s quite cute when she pouts.”

WGM Question Time
Q: Was the underwear incident worth giving your husband the silent treatment?

You: “Not really, but I’m going to punish him. I mean, it was one thing to touch my underwear, but to throw his at my face? Who does that?”

“Do you want to go check out the house while I grab the bags?” Taeyong asked once he parked the car, looking at you in the passenger’s seat.
“Sure.” You shrugged, watching his as he dug the key out of his pocket and handing it to you. Taking the key, you left him at the car and trekked up the sidewalk, pausing at the front door. Turning the key in the lock, you gently pushed the door open, and were surprised to see a fully furnished living room, and from what you could see, the kitchen was done as well. Stepping inside, glancing around at the living room, Taeyong entered behind you, dropping some of the bags near the door.
“Looks like they decorated for us.” Taeyong commented, walking further into the house, inspecting the clean bathroom, fully stocked fridge, until you came across the single bedroom, that you two would share…with a card taped to the door. Plucking it from the door and opening it, he read out loud for the two of you.

Dear newlyweds,
Welcome to your honeymoon house.
As you know, you will remain here for the next 4 months.
We(the WGM crew) took it upon ourselves to decorate the house for you, as a gift to the newly wed couple.
We however, did not decorate the bedroom you will be sharing.
Because after all, every couple should design the most relaxing room in the house together.
In this envelope, you will find a credit card, with a fixed amount of money.
Once settled, the two of you should head out and work together to decorate your bedroom.

“Well,” Taeyong sighed, tucking the credit card in his pocket and opening the bedroom door, revealing a completely plain room. There were a few items. A simple stand, lamp, dresser, and a large bed. Other than that, the room was completely bare. There wasn’t even pillows on the bed. “I guess we’re going back out?”
“Looks like it.” You groaned, following him out the house, making sure to lock it, and back in the car for a trip to the store.

“What do you think about these?” Taeyong asked, holding up a pair of dark curtains. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly like waking up at the crack of dawn thanks to the sunlight coming through the window.”
“Good idea, put it in the cart, I’ll be back.” You said. “I want to find something.”
“Alright, hurry back.” He turned his attention back to different blankets, sheets, and pillow cases while you disappeared in another isle. Trailing down the clothing isle, glancing at the items on the racks, you spotted pajama sets.
Don’t couples have matching clothes? You wondered, picking up a cute set of His and Her pajamas, and tucking them under your arm. I hope these fit him.
Returning back to his side, Taeyong again asked your opinion on just having all black bedding, saying it was easier to keep unstained.
“That’s fine.” You smiled, burying the pajamas under the curtains, a surprise for him later.
The two of you slowly wandered through the store, picking up oddball nicknacks to decorate your bedroom, a little photo album and instant camera so you could take pictures throughout your marriage, a few candles, bathroom necessities, and a few snacks before checking out. Taeyong stood in front of you, giving you an opportunity to take the pajamas and hide them behind your back while he checked out. As he was bagging our items, you handed the set to the cashier, quickly paying before he could catch you before the two of you loaded the bags into the car, and were on your way back to your new home.
The next couple hours were spent putting your bedroom together, helping Taeyong make the bed, hang the curtains, before unpacking your own possessions that had been left by the door. When the two of you finally finished, the sun was setting as you pretty much collapsed on the newly made bed, out of breath and exhausted.
“Are you hungry?” Taeyong asked, bringing his hand up to wipe a trail of sweat from his forehead.
“Absolutely starving.” You sighed, brushing hair from your face.
“Should we eat and call it a night?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Alright, I’m going to wash up before cooking, do you want to shower first?” He asked, turning his gaze towards you.
“No, you go ahead, I’ll shower in the morning.”
“Okay. I won’t take long.” He grumbled when he dragged himself from the comfort of the bed and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom. The second you heard the shower click on, you flew from the bed and ran to grab the pajamas set that you had hidden in a kitchen drawer. Stumbling back into the bedroom, the sound of the shower still going, you hurriedly swapped our your day clothes for the pajamas, and left Taeyong’s on the bed with a little note while you went to cook while he showered.
How nice of the crew to stock up the fridge. You thought, pulling out some meat, some vegetables, and rice, quietly cooking while you listened for when the shower would finish. And that moment came when you were plating the food, setting the plates on the kitchen table. You could hear him pause in the bedroom, the sound of his footsteps halting, obviously spotting the pajamas spread out on the bed.

I picked these up at the store, I thought they’d be nice.
This is what couples do, yes? Have cute matching clothes?
Hopefully fit, please wear them well.
Come to the kitchen, dinner’s done

WGM Question Time
Q: What did you think when you found the present from your wife?

Taeyong: “I was surprised. I don’t know how I missed her buying it. But I think it’s cute, our first day together and she’s already having us match. Cute right?”

WGM Question Time
Q: Why did you cook dinner when your husband said he would?

You: “Soo did a lot of work today. He refused to let me carry any of the bags, I know he’s tired. I wanted to let him rest after such a long day.”

When Taeyong turned the corner, you smiled, seeing him wearing the pajamas with a smile of his own on his lips. Thankfully they fit, for the most part. The pants might be a little too short, stopping short of his ankle, while your pooled around your feet with extra fabric.
“You cooked?” He mused, straying into the kitchen as you placed silverware and glasses on the table.
“Yes, you look exhausted, you shouldn’t have to cook, too.” You explained, settling in a chair, waiting for him to do the same.
He let out a breath of a laugh, placing himself in the chair opposite you, and tucking into the food.
“Ugh, it’s so good.” Taeyong mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Thank you.” You smiled, happy your husband was pleased.
“I’m happy…” Taeyong whispered, picking at a piece of meat. “I think we’re going to have a good marriage…”
“I think so, too…”