how i thought their reactions should have been

Xiumin – Accidental?

Characters: Xiumin x You

Type: Angst, fluff

Word count: 1359

A/N: [1/9] The first one shot of the mafia boss one shot series. One to go and eight to come. I hope you like it? Tell me your opinion about it

“I’m sorry, Darling. There isn’t a chance that you’re ever leaving me, never.

Our first meeting was casual and typical. It wasn’t a beautiful moment, not really. I just moved into a new neighbourhood. Not knowing my way around I thought about checking out the area. It was my last year in college and while I lived with my parents before, I just needed to have my own space and learn how it was to live alone and look after myself. But how could I have known that this territory especially belonged to the mafia? That it was protected and secured by one of the most dangerous ones even. I didn’t, which is also why the name Xiumin didn’t rang any bells in my head, when it should have.

He ran into me the moment I walked out of the cute coffee shop, my newly bought Latte spilling all over my blouse in the progress. Looking up at the person, I expected him to shout at me. His face was not very friendly, but cold and expressionless, his jaw clenches with what I thought was fury. Yet, after I bowed and apologised a lot he offered to buy me a new one and I found myself back in the shop, sitting down in front of him. Thinking about it now, I couldn’t really remember how I agreed to that. He was great in manipulation, he was so good that you were agreeing blindly to everything unconsciously.

The moment he introduced himself, I should have seen the sadistic glint in his eyes, waiting for my reaction which should have been full of fear and dread. But me, being the ignorant new citizen, simply commented that it was a pretty original name and introduced myself after. His face changed and light surprise was visible, he then insisted to be called Minseok instead and I didn’t question the change at all. Maybe it was his charm, or maybe I was just distracted by his good looks. His big eyes or his cute smile, or his whole being. No, I was totally falling for his manipulation powers. I should have known better.

With his way of talking, of holding himself, of all the people around us looking at us with shock and  fear. They knew what I didn’t, that Minseok was dangerous and was known for getting what he wanted.

We exchanged numbers and hit it off afterwards.

At first it was only text messages, before his calls came in and we started to talk more than two hours a day. I fell hard for him and was overjoyed when he asked me out, officially. We had many dates and yet he came to see me just for some minutes and walked me home from college. Dating him was great and I was sure he felt the same. Minseok was a mostly a blank faced type of person, rarely smiling and joking around. With me, he was different. He always had a smile for me, sweet words to whisper into my ears when we cuddled, and sweet kisses whenever he woke me up. He was still like that, different to me. Everything was great for half a year. But who would have thought that I never really knew him? That I never saw a whole other side of him after dating for more than six months?

I shouldn’t have found out that way or at all, that was obvious when he came to rescue me from one of his enemies. He didn’t dare look at my face, I knew that much. Because what we had was genuine, what he showed me of his character was sincere, his actions real. If I would be in his position, I would fear the emotions showing through my eyes, the expressions of my face. I was sure they could crush a person because I felt betrayed, something that would definitely end with me not trusting him anymore.

“Don’t move, or I will blow this pretty head away.”

I was conflicted. Should I even show fear, feel fear and be scared of the unknown person holding a gun to my head? Because the only thing I felt at the moment was numbness. Being deceived and lied to for more than half a year is something I would have never thought would happen to me, would be possible. But look at me, was I really not worth the truth?

“Just move one finger and I will blow your head before you can even roll with your eyes.” Minseok, no, Xiumin growled out. His stance was straight and cold, his face not betraying his anger. Besides his eyes, they were screaming. But I couldn’t look at them anymore, I couldn’t look at him anymore. Especially after I heard the shot before the body behind me fell to the ground and I was pulled into someone’s chest. His chest. And I felt nothing. Nothing positive.

Days went by and I never left his sides, well, he didn’t leave my side more precisely. Did we talk? He sure did, but I didn’t had anything to say to him. Not yet. I was too occupied with my own thoughts, my own feelings. Trying to sort out the chaos in my head.

But even after a week I couldn’t think clearly. I felt too suffocated. Each day he would be around me, trying to make me talk to him, react to him, just look at him. He even started to work in front of me, which meant that he never left my side. I couldn’t take it. Not the closeness, not him talking all the time and especially the huge mansion I felt trapped in. His mansion that I am, of course, not allowed to leave without him.

I loved Minseok, Xiumin, whatever. I really do. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t need any space to cope up with the fact that he was a freaking mafia boss with a bunch of guys with guns, who actually kill for a living. Or that he had too many enemies after his head and potentially mine as well.

So, the moment he went out to get food and left the door a bit open, I walked out and in the direction I believed the huge double doors were located. Right before I could attempt to open them, a voice startled me

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart, even touch that door.” He was suddenly standing right behind me, his breath fanning the back of my neck, making me shiver in fright. I was afraid of him, a whole lot. Maybe because I was facing the side of him I never met before? The mafia boss one that seemed unforgiving and strict. It wasn’t really doing my heart any good that he was able to creep up to me without me hearing and noticing it.

“I-I can’t do this.” I whispered, my thoughts tumbling out of my mouth without any control. “I can’t live with someone who is able to kill anyone without a second thought. Someone who is not giving  me space to cope up with it. Please, I just need time.”

“I’m sorry, Darling.” He whispered, now closer to my ear. Turning me around to pull my chin up to face his smirking lips. He was taunting me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I never knew that he was this selfish. “I will give you anything you want. But the time you want, I can’t give. There isn’t a chance that you’re ever leaving me, never. The only thing I won’t allow is you leaving my side, and I will make sure that it will stay like this forever.”

Minseok was a man of his words. He really gave me everything I wanted, he gave me the world. Only with the condition of him always being besides me. And while I thought he would stay selfish and disregard my feelings, he never mentioned his work around me.

He never talked about his tasks, about his duty or the kills. With me the cold and unforgiving mafia boss, Xiumin, was the compassionate and warm Minseok. I met him accidental, yet with lives full intention.

EXO Mafia Boss One Shot Series Masterlist

fluffy wolfstar headcanon (first kiss)

One day Sirius realizes he hasn’t had his first kiss yet and that bugs him so he asks James if he wants to practice “just to see what it would be like”. James says no because he wants his first kiss to be with Lily (because James is a ridiculous romantic dork) and he jokingly suggests Sirius should ask Remus or Peter. 

Peter, who witnessed the whole conversation, immediately makes a disgusted sound and refuses Sirius before he even had a chance to ask - because James did so too and Peter is way too insecure to do something so “unmanly” like practicing kissing with another guy, even if it all happens in the 5th year Gryffindors boy’s dorm. So that day during dinner, Sirius confronts Remus (his last hope!) with this idea. James is suppressing his laughter  when sirius just suddenly turns to remus and says without any warning: “hey moony fancy snogging me some time for practice?“ Remus almost drops his fork and stares at his friend, mouth open for a few seconds and then starts to laugh hysterically which unfortunately turns into a coughing fit because he had been eating. Sirius frowns and makes his sad puppy dog eyes. James is laughing while Peter claps Remus back supportively.

The following weeks Sirius keeps complaining and nagging about his lack of experience in kissing and he ignores all of James’ remarks about how Sirius should just ask a girl because „You’re missing the point, James! I want to practice.“ and because moony’s reaction to his proposal had been the best (and also because for some reason Sirius actually gets kinda excited about the thought of kissing Remus but he doesn’t really know why) he keeps suggesting it to Remus at odd times. Sirius creeps up behind moony in the middle of potions and says:"snog me moony” which causes remus to throw way too much knotgrass into his potion which then explodes what leads to detention for all 4 marauders because the professors have given up a long time ago to make a distinction between them - usually they’re always all involved somehow.

Then Sirius asks him again another day during transfiguration and on the same evening in the dorm, while James has quidditch practice and Peter is out there too watching James, Remus is pacing around the dorm because the full moon is only one night away and he already feels restless and tense. Sirius is sitting on his bed, trying to study but he gets distracted by Remus. He almost snaps at him to stop pacing around but then he remembers it’s because of the full moon so he just asks him if he needs anything and if he should maybe turn into Padfoot to calm him down? moony declines and keeps pacing around in a circle, sometimes looking out of the window to the almost-full moon. sirius starts to ramble about things to distract his friend - he’s talking about school and pranks and quidditch and then he talks about girls and about how Kingsley Shacklebolt has a girlfriend now and moony just snaps, makes three long steps to sirius bed and says “ALRIGHT SIRIUS I’LL DO IT” and kisses him. Sirius is so shocked he breathes in and it’s all messy and their teeth clench but then suddenly it’s amazing and he never wants it to end and he tugs on moony’s sweater to get him closer and they are so distracted by the kiss that they don’t even realize James and Peter standing in the doorway staring at them and looking slightly traumatized.

( firagaproductions i hope this cheers you up? )

romanced companions react to sole finding out they're a synth!

:O poor sole, the anon request that this was done because Shaun just wanted to meet one of his parents, the real sole had died in the cryo pod, such an interesting concept !

 quite a bit of sad in this but it gets happy to c:

Cait: “I’ll fucking punch your “son” in the face, how fucking dare he play with your emotions and lie to you like this”. Cait was fuming, teeth gritting together, fists by her side, hadn’t her lover been through enough, “They had no right, he had no right, he should have had more respect for his parents”. Sole pulled Cait into a hug, calming her before she did something she would regret. She leaned done, pulling sole into a heated kiss, “well, you’re no different to me, I still love you just the same darling, you should let me blow that fucking institute to hell though”. Cait did everything in her power to stop herself from looking for Shaun, even though she really wanted to stamp on his head, she focused her energy on keeping soles spirits up.

Curie: “Your son must love you very much to have done this, he just wanted to meet his parent”. Curie was shocked to hear her lover was not the human she thought they where. “Shaun was wrong to not tell you that you where not a human, he went about the whole situation wrong I admit, but I firmly believe he did not want to hurt you”. She wrapped a blanket round her lover and brought them a hot drink, kissing their lips as she passed them it. Sole stayed silent pondering on curies assessment of the situation, she always was optimistic and saw the best in people, maybe she was right, yes they where hurt but maybe it wasn’t Shaun’s intention. “Just to make sure you know, I love you just as much sole, maybe even more knowing I get to spend a longer life with you my love”. She was holding their face gazing into their eyes, adoring and warm. “sole pulled them into a long kiss, maybe she was right, for now they just melted into the touch of their innocent lover. 

Danse: Danse blinked when sole told them the news, they could not believe it, his heart was racing, his hands shaking with nerves, “I..I don’t believe it, your own son, he made you? why did he wait so long to create you? why did he not tell you the truth from the start?”. He was full of questions and confusion, but it would wait till later. He pulled sole into his lap holding them tightly, kissing their forehead, “Whatever the case you’re just as human as you feel, just like you told me, synth, human you’ve tough me there’s no difference, you are still Sole”. He held them close assuring them nothing would change, his heart suddenly sunk in his chest, “Sole there’s one thing I need you to do, please, I beg of you leave the BOS, you know what they’ll do if they learn the truth, they’re still stuck in Maxson’s ways”. He pleaded with them, holding their hands shakily, he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when they promised to leave. 

Deacon: “Now I feel awful for lying to you about me being a synth”. He held sole close stroking their hair, “Babe I swear this means nothing to me you’re still the same person to me, no difference, and I love you for who you are”. Silence fell between the too, uncomfortable. “I want a memory wipe”. Deacon chocked when the words left his lovers mouth, “I’m a synth and I know it can be done in the railroad, please, I just want to forget, do what you do for every other synth, give them a new lease of life”. Sole pleaded with them, pain in their eyes, Deacon grabbed them shaking them by the shoulders, “NO, Don’t you dare, I refuse to fucking lose you, I need you, I can’t survive losing anybody else”. Tears streamed down his face, his fingers clinging to sole as he collapsed to his knees begging and begging for them to reconsider.  “How, how do I live knowing I’m just a synth”. “you are a fucking person,  you’re more than just a synth, you’re my sole, are you telling me glory is just a synth….Barbra, was-was, she just a synth to?”. He had his knees up to his chin, staring up at them, dying inside. Sole slumped to their knees wrapping their arms around him, “No they’re not, shit this is just a lot to take in, I’m so sorry, I had no right to say these things, we’ll get through this, I promise not to leave you”.

Hancock: “Shit sunshine I’m so fucking sorry, anything I can do to help you get through this, you let me know”. He held soles hands stroking them lightly in soothing patterns. His heart was heavy seeing his lover so broken, eyes threatening to spill tears of his own, he blinked rapidly to prevent it. “Hey sweetheart? things look bad now but really, in my eyes you’ve gotten another chance at life, and you know why? because you’re such an amazing person, you need to exists, this world needs you, I need you”. He nuzzled his face against there’s, “what about Goodneighbour, do I have to leave, no synths allowed right” Sole whispered worried. Hancock stood up, kicking the door to his balcony open, “My people, it’s time for change, to defeat the institute we need to help those they have wronged, that includes all and any escaped synths, they pose no threats, they’re just like us, kicked when they’re down, if I hear anybody threatening a synth I’ll shank you myself”. He grinned out to his beloved community, turning to wink at his lover, “we’re all behind you on this sweetheart, we support you and we’ll fuck up anybody that disagrees”  

Maccready: “But..but synths..they kill people, they replace people in the night”. He was devastated and a little scared, he loved sole but if they where one of these things they could turn. He sat head in his hands shaking, repeating “no, no no”. “Sole crouched down to their level forcefully pulling their head up to meet their eyes. “Mac do you really think I’d ever do anything like that, have I ever done anything like that before? nothing will fucking change, it’s just a big shock right now”. Sole tried to assure their lover, “I just, I don’t know right now, synths freak me out you know that? but but, you’re my lover, I can’t just fuck you over at a time like this. He sighed, a small smile on his face, “let’s just see how things go, we’ll sort this out right?” Sole nodded pulling him to his feet, he gave them an  awkward smile, apologizing for their early freak out, 

Nick: As soon as they heard the news they picked up there lover rocking them gently in his arms, eyes full of understanding, they were on the same page really, Nick knew what it was like to be the person you’re really not with no choice. “The institute all of them they’re bastards with no regards for the feelings or the people who’s lives they fuck with, doll please, don’t ever go back there”.  “If you can believe that this old synth really is Nick Valentine than you must believe that you really are the sole survivor right?” He stroked their cheek smiling lightly, pushing away any sadness of his own away, sole needed him right now. “You’re right nick, you know exactly what this is like, please just help me understand and get through this?”. He picked them up bridal style, kissing them softly, “Anything for you my doll”. He managed to convince sole to never return to the institute for their sanity and well being. 

Piper: “Wait you’re a synth and you’re just telling me now?! Seriously blue how could you do this to me, after everything, all my research and hate for the institute, and you’re a synth”. She was on the verge of tears, broken hearted and angry, sole reached out to her in attempt to explain, “No stop, just get out! NOW!”. She shouted red faced and teary eyed. “PIPER CALM DOWN” Sole, pinned her to the wall, gently gripping her wrists to stop her leaving. “listen to me piper, I did not know, I only just found out, do you really think I’d lie like this? after everything, Shaun made me because the real me died in that vault, he wanted to know his parent”. Sole sighed releasing their grip on piper, nervously waiting for a response. She flung into their arms holding them tightly, speaking through sobs, “oh my god, sole, I can’t believe I thought you’d lie to me, I’m such an idiot, you deserve better, you learn a shocking truth and I made it all about me”. “If..if you want to go I understand, I’ve been such a fool, but you should know, you might be a synth but you’re my synth, my sole”. Sole embraced her back holding her through both of their pain, whispering that they’d fix things. 

Preston: “So you died, 200 years ago, and now you’re a synth?” He questioned sole puzzled, “No Preston I’m just a synth, the real me died, I’m just a cheap imitation”. He shook his head and crossed his arms, “Same memories, same heart and mind set, same everything, you’re the real deal, you’re just a bit more metal now”. His face was stubborn, not backing down, eventually sole cracked laughing at their lover, “Sooo? you just see me as the same person you met in concord”. they spoke looking up nervously from behind their lashes, “No you’re the same person I met, who saved my life and who I fell in love with in concord”. He smiled back just as sheepish. He pulled sole into a warm cuddle kissing the tip of their nose, “don’t dwell on it babe nothing needs to change, you’re the exact same person in my eyes”. 

X6:88:  “Did you know about this?!…. Answer me X6!” Sole screamed in their face overwhelmed with emotion after finding out their real identity, “I..I did know the truth”. He muttered out low, feeling conflicted, he didn’t see why it mattered so much to them, at the same time he didn’t like this lover feeling hurt, he reached forward to touch them, sole harshly shrugged away, staring them down, betrayed, “how fucking dare you not tell me the truth, I thought you loved me”. Sole was red with anger, the words cut through X6 like a knife, they where right, why didn’t he tell them, “You have a right to be upset, I was wrong, this matters to me because it matters to you, I should have been honest with you, I should have gone against orders for you”. There was emotions in his voice sole didn’t even know was possible, they saw the pain and self hatred on there lovers face, “I do love you sole, I have wronged you badly enough for this to seem untrue, I understand this”. Sole felt a twinge of guilt, after all he was a courser, going against orders could have resulted in a memory reset, the truth was not worth losing him over. They took a slow breath, placing their hand in his shoulder, “We’ll work this out, we were both in the wrong here”. 

Title: When I’m Finished With You
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut (kinda)
Warnings: Language, sexual themes
Request: None, just something I did on my own because I just can’t seem to stop sinning
A/N: WHOOOOOOOO SPICYYYYYY also it’s set to be before TFA so that’s a thing

Things went wrong way too quickly for your liking. Normally, you at least had a little bit of time before you ended up running, but you weren’t even granted that. The First Order was waiting for you, ready to pounce the moment you landed on the planet. All you were doing, well, supposed to be doing, was gathering intell. Secret mission stuff. And yet, no matter how secret, they knew.
They were like fucking ninjas. A whole squad of Storm Troopers surrounded you in three seconds flat, blasters at the ready. You were more annoyed than anything, tired from the trip and ready to go home to D’Qar. Now you had to deal with the First Order? Fucking perfect.
You were roughly boarded onto a ship, the grip the soldiers had on your upper arms closer to that of a vice. Anyone in your position would be terrified, but not you. You knew the First Order. They were cowards, and their leader was nothing more than a whiney kid who threw fits when things didn’t go his way. Your only concern was the pain you knew they were capable of inflicting. Other than that, they were mindless drones in white armor.
After being thrown-yes, thrown- into a cell, you sat up and scanned your surroundings. It was a miracle they hadn’t strapped you into some torture chair of doom, so you thanked the stars for that. Your relief was short lived as you stood and found literally nothing in the room. Nothing but steel walls and a floor to match. You cursed under your breath and rubbed at your sore upper arms as best you could.
It must have been at least an hour until the chrome door slid open. You were sat at the other end of the room, one knee bent toward the ceiling and your arm resting on top of it. You watched as a cloaked figure entered the cold room, recognizing the battered mask almost instantly.
“Your mom’s looking for you, y’know,” you said, maintaining a cool exterior.
“Is that so?” the figure spoke, his voice metallic and icy through the voice modulator.
“Yep,” you responded, “She says it’s past your bed time or something.”
He didn’t speak, instead studied you from the other end of the room. You had to admit, it was mildly intimidating, but you’d seen the face behind the mask. Though he was only a year or so younger than you, you always viewed Ben as a child. You’d been friends at first, considering how close you were with his mother. He was sweet, even a little cute, but always had that underlying darkness about him.
“Your thoughts are awfully loud,” he said, folding his hands behind his back and stepping toward you, “They always were, weren’t they?”
Kylo knelt down in front of you and you could see your reflection in the glass where his eyes should have been.
“I doubt my thoughts are as loud as your ego,” you spat, half smiling at your own remark. He stared at you in silence, as if pondering his next move. He reached up behind his helmet and undid the clasps, a sharp hissing noise emitting from the metal. The helmet was removed in one fluid motion, set to the side and forgotten.
Kylo zeroed in on your thoughts, smirking at your reaction to seeing his face after so many years. All you could think about was how handsome he had become in the short time you’d been away from him. His boyish physique was still present, but his jawline had become even more prominent, his eyes seemed older, his smirk sending immoral thoughts straight through your mind.
You shouldn’t have thought the things you did about him in that moment. The idea of being taken by him there on the metallic floor, the mere concept of screaming out his name as he did sinful things to your body, it was overwhelming. You began to wonder if he was forcing you to see these things, or if it was your own doing.
“Worry not, little one,” he spoke, his voice thick with something that made your knees weak, “Your thoughts are your own.”
Well, that answers that question.
“What do you want?” you asked, trying to change the conversation and push the fantasy out of your mind.
“I want the location of your base, and I can easily find it through your memories,” he said, bringing a gloved hand to your chin and examining your features, “But I think I’d much rather pry it from you myself.”
His words hung in the air, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Your eyes were locked with his in a heated stare, your head stationary thanks to his hand. You couldn’t look away, but you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to.
“You don’t scare me,” you said, doing your best to sound tougher than you felt. Kylo smirked wider, inching closer and closer to your face. You held your breath, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was going to do.
A gloved hand slid from your kneecap to your inner thigh, the contact making you jump slightly. You released the breath you’d been holding just to suck in another, doing your absolute damnedest to keep your composure.
“You’re not stopping me,” he said softly, his lips mere inches from your ear. You gasped when you felt his teeth clamp down on the cartilage roughly, his hand sliding further and further upwards. He was kneeling between your legs, something you hadn’t even noticed until now.
“I’m not telling you anything,” you said, fighting back the moan that was building in your throat as his tongue flicked over the flesh he’d been previously nibbling on.
“But you will,” he said, his hand resting in the valley where your thigh met your pelvic bone, mere millimeters from where you needed it most, “You’ll tell me everything I want to know and more, my dear Y/N.”
Your hips began to wriggle as he traced the area around your arousal. Your body was reacting with you even meaning for it to, and you had to stop yourself from giving in to him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not completely submit to him as the heat between your legs begged for attention. He was breathing in your ear, something that made the back of your neck burn in anticipation.
“I don’t want this,” you lied, a last resort. Maybe he couldn’t hear you practically begging for him in your thoughts.
“Your mind tells me otherwise,” he chuckled into your ear, finally pressing his fingers against your core. You couldn’t help the gasp that rose from your throat, the sensation of finally being touched by him making your brain turn to mush. Kylo moved his hand expertly up, down, and around, caressing you in all the right places.
“Why don’t you tell me where the Resistance is?” he whispered, his lips brushing against the skin underneath your ear and making you quiver.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” you shot back, your stubborn nature finally useful to you for once in your life. With that, his hand withdrew, the loss of contact both a frustration and a relief.
“I won’t need to do that when I’m finished with you, Y/N.”
Kylo picked up his helmet off the floor, stood, and turned away from you before striding out of the room. The moment you heard the door hiss closed you took a few deep breaths, trying to organize your thoughts. You felt dizzy, your mind whirring with a million thoughts.
A sick feeling settled in your stomach when you realized that he wasn’t even close to done with you.

Think About It.

Imagine you and Vane being trapped in the fort’s cells together.

Author: Me!

Content warning: None.

Characters: VanexReader (Potential romance)

Requested by: Anonymous

(I did it again! I had to cut this down :D I was so tempted to turn it into a longer piece, as it just seems perfect as the start of a longer fic. But, unfortunately I don’t have the time for anything longer than drabbles! I may come back and revisit this at a later time though if people enjoy it).


“Shit! Shit, shit shit.” You slam your fist against the door, but it’s solid and the impact does more damage to your wrist than to the wood. You hiss in pain and cradle your hand to your chest, swinging back to face the dimly lit cell. The only light that seeps into the small space comes from a small, square window carved into the stone wall far above your head.

“Feel better?” Vane asks. Your lip curls into an annoyed snarl and you stare at him. He’s sat casually on the ground, his face framed by curls of smoke, his eyes glowing in the embers of his cigar.

“This isn’t even my fault!” you shout, hoping the guards will hear you. Not that they would care, or believe you. You sink down onto the ground, shivering as you sit on the cold stone, ignoring the stench that seems to permeate every inch of the cell.

You glance at Captain Vane once more; all the stories you’d heard about the famed and feared Captain and here he was, sat a few feet away.

And instead of a monster, he’s just a man.

A rather handsome one, you can’t help but note, and quickly avert your gaze before it lingers a little too long on him.

You’re still angry, you remind yourself.

“If I had just said something…” you whisper.

“But you didn’t,” he says, one brow arched. “Why didn’t you?”

You swallow hard, resting your head back against the wall. Closing your eyes you can see that morning play out in your mind, as clear as though you were living it once again.


At dawn, you had walked down to the docks, enjoying the sunrise as it rose above the watery horizon. The palette of vibrant pinks and oranges always captured your imagination and you folded your arms across your chest, taking a deep breath of the air, slightly chill from the dawn.

It was so quiet: no people, no pirates, no nothing. It was the only moment of peace that Nassau seemed to get, like the calm before the storm of activity that hit the island each day.

Your eyes snapped open as the sound of footsteps echoed behind you. A man waltzed along the jetty to stand directly beside you, staring out at the waters as you had been.

“It’s early for anyone to be out alone,” the man said, a gruffness to his voice that was surprisingly soothing to hear, “especially one who looks as you do.” His gaze lingered over you, and you didn’t know how to react, unsure whether to be offended or complimented.

A deep blush rose to your cheeks, and you turned away.

“I know how to handle myself,” you warned. “I live on Nassau, after all.”

He chuckled, and then returned his focus to the sea, where a selection of ships danced on the calm, bobbing currents.

You frowned when one you didn’t recognise began to shift on the waters, heading out of the bay.

“Whose ship is…” you trailed your words, suddenly realising. “Yours, I presume?”

He said nothing, but the flicker of a smile caught his lips.

At any other time, there would be nothing odd about a ship sailing away, but something in the man’s air let you know that this was something more.

Something no one was supposed to have seen.

You tensed so hard your shoulders ached, but you tried to hide it.

A heavy silence fell between you and him, and you were unsure how to act next. Do you try to run? Call for help? Stay still? Though the man certainly seemed calm enough, you couldn’t deny the uncertainty behind his blue eyes as his gaze flicked to you, watching you closely.

The silence was interrupted by the clang of the warning bell from the fort, followed closely by a selection of shouts.

Neither of you moved from the jetty, you didn’t have time before the men from the fort poured out of the doors like rats from a ship and surrounded you, swords and pistols glinting in the early morning light.

Captain Hornigold, a man you recognised but had never met, waddled down to the jetty, his men stepping aside to let him pass.

He smiled at the man beside you, not a kind smile, but one you imagined a wolf might show to its unknowing prey. “I expected a harder chase to capture you, Vane.”

Your eyes widened and the feeling drained from your body leaving it numb with recognition of the name.

Captain Vane!

“You,” Hornigold barked at you, drawing you back from clouded thoughts, “are you with him?”

Though your instant reaction should have been to shake your head, to explain how you were just an innocent bystander, for some reason you kept your mouth shut.

The captain of the fort stepped closer, his brow furrowing as he examined you. “Did you see where Captain Vane’s ship was headed?”

Just tell him! you scream at yourself, unsure why you were still silent. You gaze slid sideways to meet Vane’s, his expression unreadable, but the man barely flinched when one of the men surrounding him jabbed a gun at his chest.

You turned back to Hornigold.

“No.” For a moment, you didn’t realise that it was you who’d said it, but when Hornigold shook his head your mind span, confused at your reaction.


“You could have told them,” Vane says, bringing you back from your memory, “and they would have let you go.”

“But instead we’re both here!” You let out a long breath, running your fingers through your hair. You frown at him. “How can you be so calm?”

His handsome face breaks into a smile. “Because I know my men will free me.” He takes a drag on his cigarette, a stream of pale smoke wafting into the air. “The question is: who is coming for you?”

You stare at your lap.

You don’t need to say it, the answer seems to stain the air- No one. No one is coming for you.

“You could always come with me.”

You flick your wide gaze at Vane, your jaw slackening at the suggestion. “What?”

His smile is still fixed in place. “It’s not as if you have many choices left, is it?”

He has a point.

“Why would you help me?” You can’t hide the complete confusion in your words. From what you’d heard of this man, kindness and charity didn’t seem to list amongst his attributes.

“Because you helped me.” His gaze hardens. “I repay my debts.”

There is a moment of quiet as you process what he is saying. It is broken when his hand reaches out to you, his thumb sliding along your jaw line, before settling on your chin, just below your lips. “Think about it.”

You barely hear his words, his suddenly intimate touch sending your blood coursing through your veins like a torrent.

It takes all your willpower to make yourself nod, and when his hand drops from your face, you try to hide how much you wish he’d kept it there.


Rainladyjuvia’s sister is here again! Giving commentary on how bias my sister is

  • Rainladyjuvia doesn’t like Irene/Eileen (i personally like the name Eileen better but most people refer to her as Irene)
  • I helped with that first joke :D
  • I didn’t help with the other jokes D:
  • May Zeref and Mavis bang to make a zombie baby
  • Rainladyjuvia doesn’t understand how Erza’s mama is so protective of her Sword Daughters but is willing to let Erza die by the hands of a man bitch
  • Why is Juvia there in that last joke? It could have been anyone. It should have been Happy. I barely saw Happy in that last chapter.
  • Also that last joke points to Gray’s Ice Demon Magic

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Started doing a DA;I Sera Romance playthrough and like everyone else, I hate how you get so much negative stuff from people for romancing her. But if they were going to do that, I wish that you had the chance to defend your choice and tell people to shut up. Or even better than that, I wish they actually gave genuine gift suggestions. Like at that point they’ve been together for months. That’s enough time to at least have a vague idea of what Sera would like and it’s more than enough time for them to have interacted with Sera on the battlefield where she’s covering and helping them. At the very least there should be some kind of begrudging respect.

But about the genuine gift ideas, it got me thinking about what each one might suggest instead of just giving negative comments (with a few exceptions. Bull, Blackwall, Varric and Dorian were fine with it) and how much more fun that could have been to have to pick from a gift and you’d get a reaction based on the gift. Or if none of them worked, you still get that scene where she’s still happy you talked to people about being with her.

Here are some gift ideas I thought of that could have been fun.  (Put in a read more cause this was a bit longer than expected. )

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I think it’s really a shame that I’ve dealt with a bunch of people telling me that pokeshipping is horrible because Misty ‘abuses’ Ash… and then said people have also raved about how Serena is perfect for him because she would never abuse him and because she is so kind and sweet to him… but then the moment Ash was legit feeling down on himself, she hurls snow balls at his face because he “snapped” at her for once.

At first, I honestly thought amour/shippers were going to say Serena over reacted and should not have thrown snow balls at him (which i agree since technically Ash and Serena both reacted terrible ).. but I’ve found that most of the shippers have been complimenting her for “standing up for herself”, singing praises of how proud she is and how amazing 'their first argument was’??

First off, how was she standing up for herself? She shouldn’t have thrown snow balls at his face for a disagreement. Even if he did snap at her. That is a physical reaction to a verbal outburst -NOT- for the sake of comedy.

Second of all, said certain shippers criticise Misty for “abusing” Ash when like 99% of her “violent outbursts” are for comical purposes that revolved around the 90’s character stereotypes (she has never, to my knowledge actually attacked him when he was feeling down, just so you know). YET, they sing PRAISES for Serena who straight up threw snow balls at him when he was clearly not okay during a serious disagreement. Pretty sure that’s more abusive. But that’s just my opinion .

It is also an unpopular opinion I suppose.

Just my thoughts of the day, I don’t think this counts as anything “anti”, but tbh I’m tired of people complaining (at me, mostly) about Misty and then praise Serena for this. ;c

BTS reaction to you being an actress and having a extreme graphic sex scene

Requested by: Anon

Request open!


It was acting and sex was a normal thing in every life. So I guess he would not really care, maybe compliment you how realistic it seemed.

Originally posted by vhope


He would look the film like all the others.

It was normal, it was work. You earned money with it like he did with rapping. If you were confortable – he wasn’t the one to complain.

Originally posted by yoongichii


He would tease you about the acting but nothing more either.

“The sex god talked to me!”

Originally posted by jjks


„Well, I know a better orgasm face than that.“

Teasing you about it became his new job.

Originally posted by jjks


He was really impressed. Jimin knew it was acting – but he could have been fooled easily with it.

„(Y/N) I seriously thought you had to actually have sex…“

Originally posted by chimcheroo


„How about we act together once? But we should not faking it~“

Originally posted by vmiin


Originally posted by pangguk

Diamond of the Day - The Merlin Finale

  If you’ve seen Merlin, you’re probably quite used to screaming things at your TV, like “Tell him the TRUTH!”

(Thanks Genie). ^_^

  If you’ve made it to the last episode of season 5 (Diamond of the Day), then you’re probably used to feeling depressed on Christmas Day–I mean it was just such a happy ending right? XD

  Seriously, though: I think a lot of Merlinians are looking at it the wrong way. The people who say “I hate the Merlin ending” are often the same ones begging for another season. If the finale was really as terrible as people act like it was, then why would they still miss it so much?

  Because the last episode was good. Really good.

  Though Merlin failed to save Arthur’s life, what he did do was far greater. Simply by being Arthur’s friend–his real friend–Merlin helped inspire Arthur to to be a better person. But even more than that: Merlin had become a better person, too (because contrary to popular opinion, Merlin was not always so perfect either).

  Yeah. Clearly, Merlin changed too.

  Really, all Arthur needed was a friend who believed in him, to help him believe in himself. Someone he could trust.  Which was why Merlin’s magic reveal was so devastating for him. 

  Some thought Arthur’s reaction to Merlin’s magic should have been different, but honestly, I don’t see how it could have.

  Arthur had been betrayed by practically everyone (except Merlin). Learning that Merlin too, had lied to him was just too much for him to bear–Arthur felt like he was being betrayed by the one person whom he had thought would never betray him. 

  How could he not be upset? He had every right to feel/react as he did. It hurt for him to realize that despite how much he had trusted Merlin, Merlin apparently had not felt like he could trust Arthur enough to be honest with him.

  But even so, Arthur forgave him–pretty quickly, too. You can see the shift in his thinking from, Merlin did everything–to–Wow. Merlin did everything for me.

  Yes, the last episode was sad, but it was also deep, moving, and beautiful. I want the show to come back not because I hate the ending, but because I love it–and I know that I’m not the only one.

EXO Reaction To Their Girlfriend’s Pregnancy Being A False Alarm

*GIFs Not Mine*

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Anonymous said:

Hey I really like your reactions, can I request a EXO reaction in which they find out that their girlfriend’s pregnancy was a false alarm? :) 

Xiumin: *I think Xiumin would react initially with confusion because he wouldn’t know how he should react, how’d you’d want him to react. He’d probably ask if you were sure and if you wanted to take another test to be sure.* 

Luhan: *I can see Luhan being surprised. Since you two had thought you’d been pregnant, he’d already started planning for it. I think he’d be both relieved and disappointed. He wants to be a father, just maybe not right now*

Kris: *Kris would have probably been looking forward to being a dad, especially having a good time and learning a lot while playing one in somewhere only we know. Still, I think he’d be relieved - he still sees himself as a little too immature to be a father just yet, even if he would have undoubtedly put his all into it.*

Suho: *Ok basically all of them are disappointed and relieved. They’re all quite young but I imagine they all want to be fathers. But at least at that point Suho would still only have eight kids to worry about rather than nine. Suho I can picture showing more disappointment than relief, unlike some of the others*

Lay: *Lay would probably just be supportive of however you felt about it. If you were upset about not being a mom, he’d comfort you. If you were relieved, he’d be relieved. Point being, Lay wants to support you.* 

Baekhyun: *I think, still, that Baekhyun reacts to heavy situations by trying to make them lighter, so I can see him making a joke without trying to offend you. I can see him saying ‘so if you’re not pregnant, do you want to go try and make a baby?*  

Chen: *He’d be similar to Baekhyun, probably tugging you into his arms laughing and joking about going to go make a real baby. Again, he’s young, so he’d probably be relieved*

Chanyeol: *Chanyeol, unlike the rest of the beagle line, would be more serious. He’d probably explain that while he hopes to be a father one day, he doesn’t think the two of you were truly prepared to be parents so he’s relieved but hopes that you will be, someday.* 

DO: *I picture DO being uncomfortable, very unsure of how he should react. He wants to be supportive of you, and he’s both relieved and disappointed. He’d probably stammer and fidget, figuring out how he would respond.*

Tao: *this little baby would probably be confused, like he thought he hadn’t heard you properly. But once he realizes he had, he’d probably just be relieved, not happy per say, but relieved.*

Kai: *This is where Kai will be mature for his age. He’d express that he’s disappointed but it was probably just not the right time. Then he would probably hug you.*

Sehun: *I can picture Sehun being the closest to happy in terms of his reaction. He’s used to being the baby, not being the one in charge of kids. It’s not that he can’t do it, he’s just still young and I don’t feel like he’s in a rush to be mature, like a father* 

EXO when you are "innocent"
  • Suho: *blushes* This means I'll be your first?
  • Luhan: You turn me on so much! I'll be your man! *creepy Lulu*
  • Lay: *doesn't get it* I am innocent too!! *angelical face*
  • Chen: *gives you all the tips he knows* We can try them together if you want *what a nice friend*
  • Sehun: I think we have to fix that babe *sexy voice*
  • Kai: *Smiles* There's nothing wrong with that. Waiting for the right guy is the best.
  • Kyungsoo: *hides under the covers* I-I am too...
  • Kris: *Kisses you passionately* Don't be afraid.. I know how to do this...
  • Tao: Where have you been all my life? *Can't believe how perfect you are*
  • Baekhyun: *having really perverted thoughts about you* hmm...
  • Xiumin: Should I show you how magic is like? Don't be afraid. *caring boyfriend*
  • Chanyeol: *gets close to you* Why are you telling me this? You want me to... *melting you*
Low-Key Caring Series (Yoongi)

(I think I’m gonna start doing a series of short scenarios of low-key caring with Yoongi! And probably other members too! Let me know what you guys think! And if you want more let me know 😉)

Lately things have been getting difficult for me and I didn’t know why but I just felt so disconnected. From everyone. Except….Yoongi. He was the only person that was always there for me. I’m not usually the type to express my sadness too much but with him I never felt like I was just a burden.

I just sat on my bed, having the bittersweet feeling of wanting to go out but not wanting to leave the house. I kept thinking too much. I looked down noticing my phone light up from a notification.

“(Y/N)” Yoongi texted me.

“Yes……..?” I replied.

“Why is your door unlocked?” I looked at my phone, puzzled and got the hint. I opened my room door to stand face to face with Yoongi. He stared deeply into my eyes.

“Oh” I got nervous and backed away. “What are you doing here?” I asked confused but content.

“Just thought I’d stop by, you know see how the fish are doing.”

“I don’t have fish.” I lightly chuckled knowing he was checking on me. He smiled shyly.

“Right. So since I’m already here and the fish are okay, we should go eat because I’m starving.”

“Okay! I’m down. I haven’t eaten all day!” I rubbed my belly. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve been craving some Korean BBQ, unlimited meat. I need you to make me some ssams.”

More Than Flatmates

Summary: Phil knows that what he and Dan share is something more than just normal “platonic flatmate” behavior, but he doesn’t know exactly what they are.
Word Count: 2252
Warnings: A very slight sprinkle of smut
Genre: Fluff <3

Dan was complaining about his shoulders again. He stood in my doorway groaning and rubbing his right shoulder blade. I was preoccupied on my laptop, and enjoying a Buffy marathon on my TV.

“Phil,” He whined. “I’m so tense!” I knew where he was going with this. I had truly got a bad habit started. Every week or so when those pesky knots started plaguing Dan’s shoulders again he would always come to me to work them out. It’s not like I really minded. It was nice to be able to make Dan feel better. He’s always too stressed out, I like helping him relax. The event is, however, much less relaxing for me. Sure it’s nice to be able to lay your hands on the man you have been crushing on for years, but the circumstances are less than ideal. It’s always awkward as I am constantly afraid I am being to rough, or not being rough enough. Not to mention I am hyper aware of how close our bodies are, it’s a special kind of torture Dan uses on me. It would be much easier to refuse his requests and save myself the awkwardness, except that it is never easy to refuse his requests. I can’t say no to Dan. I guess you could call him my weakness.

“Fine” I sighed, and motion my hand for Dan to come over. “Come here”

Dan smiled and made his way across the room. I closed my laptop and rested it on the night stand. I sat up and spread my cookie monster pajama clad legs. I patted the now unoccupied space between my legs, like you would to motion a dog to get on your lap. “Sit” I instructed and Dan obeyed.

Dan sat on the bed in front of me. It was an awkward position, really. However, it was optimal for me to keep my eyes glued to the TV for two reasons: 1. It was a distraction from the fact that I was massaging someone who is possibly the hottest guy in the UK and 2. I really liked this episode. I kept my attention on Buffy as I started my hands over Dan’s T-shirt. I felt him relax under my grip, which I found to be a rather intoxicating feeling. He actually didn’t feel that tense at all. He wasn’t all knotted up like usual, so there were no tough kinks to be worked out. I suppose this was a positive thing for  Dan, considering we got to skip the super painful part of the experience. Despite the fact that Dan was quite relaxed, I was not. I was becoming more and more aware of the lack of distance between his bum and my nether region. More torture. Dan was skilled at this kind of torture. He knew exactly how close he could get to me to drive me crazy. He always acted so innocent as he slid closer to me on the couch, or walked so closely to me that our shoulders were rubbing. Damn it, Dan. He slide closer again, closing that gap between us that was causing me so much agony. I know at this point that he was probably able to feel how hard I was getting, and I felt my face heating up, turning itself into a deep crimson shade.

“Mmm, you’re so good at this.” Dan moaned. I began to wonder if he was doing this all on purpose, wondering if this was another part of his torture.

“Thank you. You’ve been good to practice on.” I giggled.

“Well, you can practice on me anytime.” Dan said in a tone that I interpreted as suggestive. Another perfectly executed part of his special Phil torture plan. It was really all starting to get to me. Sure, I wanted Dan physically, but I wanted so much more than that. I was usually just so caught up in it all, that I didn’t take the time to stop and think. I am a grown man, I understand what this is. I understand that on some level Dan is into me, or he just likes making me think that he is. I couldn’t tell if he was playing games or if he wanted me like I wanted him, and it was driving me crazy. I understood what this was, it was flirting. Sometimes innocent, sometimes not so innocent, but it was flirting none-the-less. I suppose what drove me crazy above anything else was that I knew I loved him. I knew all of these things, but I didn’t know what we were. We blurred the lines of friendship long ago, and despite everything I knew to be true, I felt like I didn’t know who we were anymore.

Dan laid back and leaned his body into mine. I continued to massage his shoulders. For a moment everything was perfect and Dan was mine. He had sunk into my body and was melting into my hands. Another soft moan escaped his lips, but I could tell that this one was spontaneous. It wasn’t another part of his plan, just an honest expression of how he felt. I wanted to enjoy this moment, and keep it up until Dan fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn’t. I felt something bubbling in my stomach, something telling me that this was the time. I had to know. My heart started to race because I knew what I was about to say. I needed a word for what we were and what we could be. I needed a definition for how Dan felt about me. I mustered up the courage and allowed the words to escape my lips.

“I like you, Dan.” It was all I could say. My hands were shaking, but they continued to rub Dan’s shoulders in the hopes that going on about what they were doing would somehow make this statement normal.

“I like you too, Phil. You know that.” Dan remarked. He wasn’t being sarcastic like usual. I expected him to be shocked by what I said, instead he responded as if I should have already known how he felt.

“No, Dan. I meant I like really like you.” I said to clarify. I was still thrown off by his reaction.

“And I really like you too. I thought I made that obvious?” Dan replied. I should have been thrilled by his response, but I was even more confused. If he knew I liked him, and he liked me then what were we? What were we going to be? What have we even been this whole time? I’m pretty sure the term flatmate doesn’t begin to cover it. After all, how often do you share a bed with your platonic flatmate? How often do you cuddle on the couch with them? Are weekly shoulder rubs a normal flatmate routine? I didn’t understand and I didn’t have the answers to these questions. What I did have was a heart beating out of my chest and the desire to be more than just flatmates with Dan.

“What are we?” I asked, not knowing whether or not I would like his answer.

“We are Dan and Phil.” He answered plainly. It was so simple for him. No wave of confusion, no endless nights of wondering. No, just Dan and Phil.

“What does that mean?” I questioned him again. I needed to know.

“We are what we have always been. We’re just Dan and Phil.” Dan replied.

“Okay so we are Dan and Phil, but what is the status of their relationship?” I asked.

“Whatever they want it to be.” Dan simply stated. I paused for a moment, and thought over what my next move would be. Time to test the waters and get to know Dan and Phil.

“Okay, so would Phil do this?” I asked and then leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Dan’s cheek.

Dan smiled and replied, “Well, if he wanted to.”

“Okay, then. How about this?” I slowly made my way to the most sensitive part of his body, his neck, and pressed a gentle kiss.

“He might.” He didn’t seem to mind. Generally he wasn’t a fan of anyone touching his neck, so I was shocked when he didn’t push me away. He didn’t even flinch.

“Would Phil do this?” I mumbled before pressing my lips to his flesh again. I pressed several small kissed down his neck. He leaned further into my body and stretched out his neck. I felt like I had just won a triathlon and he was presenting me with my gold medal.

A quiet, breathy “Phil” Was the only response I got this time, and honestly, I liked that response much better. I continued kissing and biting at his pale flesh. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. The only thing I knew for sure was that those blurred lines had officially been crossed. In this moment I was the one torturing Dan, instead of the other way around.

I withdrew my lips from his neck, “I thought you didn’t like anyone touching your neck?” I laughed

“Shut up!” He said. He reached his hand back and lazily slapped me in the chest.

We laid there for several minutes in the silence. Dan was still laying on my chest, between my legs. I laughed to myself once I remember the strange position that our bodies ended up in. Dan was quiet, but he seemed comfortable. I wrapped my arms around him and held him there. A thousand thoughts poured through my mind. I wanted a proper kiss with Dan. I didn’t want this night to be just another part of our game. I knew that once we kissed that everything would change, but I couldn’t keep playing these games. Before I could even contemplate my next move Dan shifted positions. He rolled over, so he was on top of me, staring straight into my eyes.

I saw Dan moving towards me in slow motion. I couldn’t breathe. Was it everything I had dreamed of for all those years? Was it more? Either way, it was happening, and fast. Dan’s lips collided with mine. They were slightly chapped, but still quite soft. I kissed him back, and our lips fit together like the last piece of the hardest jigsaw puzzle I had ever put together in my entire life. After several minutes, he pulled away for air, and his eyes met mine.

“What do you want us to be?” Dan asked. I reached my hand up and slowly ran it through his hair.

“I just want you to be mine.” I replied with a smile.

“Phil I am yours. I have been since 2009.” His answer was simple. It was the answer that had been right in front of me for all of these years.

“But why didn’t you do something sooner?” I asked.

“I didn’t want to fuck this up. Do you know what I would do if I lost you? You know I couldn’t take it. You’re my best friend. It’s easy to shamelessly flirt with you, but actually telling you? I never thought you would ever want me.” Dan explained, I could see the tears building in his eyes.

“How could I not want you? Believe me, I tried, but Dan I,” I stalled. I knew I could easily tell him that I loved him, but no. This wasn’t the right time. Dan deserved better than that. I wanted to save that moment, for it to be special. “I will always want you.”

The torture was finally over. Dan was mine. I was his. I didn’t know what we were, or what we would be, but it didn’t really matter anymore. I didn’t need a label to prove anything. I didn’t need to parade him around as my boyfriend or show him off, even though he was definitely worthy of being shown off. He was truly gorgeous. His beauty was unattainable. If Youtube hadn’t worked out for him, he really could have been a model. This stunning, sexy, unimaginably perfect guy was mine. He had always been within my reach, all I had to do was grab him. Dan spent the night in my bed again, but this time was a little different. There were a lot of things I was still unsure of, but one thing was for sure, I was absolutely certain that it wasn’t a platonic flatmate bed share.

I woke up with Dan’s naked body intertwined with mine. His head was resting on my chest. He looked so perfect. The sun peaked through the blinds and illuminated his chocolate colored eyes. He pressed a quick, yet passionate kiss to my lips before saying something that completely caught me off guard.

“Phil?” Dan asked, his voice raspy and groggy.

“Yeah, Dan?” I smiled.

“Can I be your boyfriend and your best friend?” Dan asked a question that I didn’t know I needed to hear, and suddenly it all made sense. That is Dan and Phil. I never wanted to pick one or the other. I wanted Dan to be my everything, and I wanted to be his.

“Only if I can be yours too.” I answered before pulling Dan into another kiss. No, this kiss was the final piece to the puzzle.


A/N: Still lying somewhere in the bramble of the Transcendence AU of Gravity Falls. I did another fic for it, but a longer one this time. Got a little disappointed reading some of the treatment of the twins’ parents to be really honest. I felt relatively little of it actually followed the assertion that they loved their kids (both of them, not just the ‘normal’ one) but that love isn’t enough sometimes.

So I did my own spin on it. Please enjoy. :)

Ordering the headstone was like a punch in the gut.

One minute Anna was fine – drifting through a dreamlike day by day life, perhaps, but at least able to face her family and friends’ condolences with dry eyes and a vaguely grateful smile – the next she could barely catch her breath as she struggled to finish writing her son’s name.

Her son, her baby boy, and here she was commissioning someone to engrave his name and dates and a short message on a granite slab.

He’s not really dead, she tried to remind herself. She thought of Mabel conversing with thin air, cold spots in the house, the occasional levitating item as he sought to control his sporadic grasp on reality. He’s still here.

But organizing a funeral – empty casket, with nothing to bury save a picture and a scorched blue and white hat – steadily yanked at every thought and instinct to the contrary. No parent should have to make these arrangements, not after a mere twelve years of happiness that now seemed too mundane and full of wasted moments.

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Some More Early Thoughts on Lizzy vs. Sebastian

As the spoilers have come out for chapter 117, we see the end of Lizzy’s first fight with Sebastian.

I’ll be honest, my first reaction was, “He hit her!” As I thought about it, however, something else occurred to me. How hard should it be for Sebastian to subdue a 14 year old girl?

We know Lizzy is very strong and a genius with a sword, but she still should pose no real threat to Sebastian. She shouldn’t have been able to sneak up on him or nearly give him a haircut, but she did both. While Sebastian should have been able to stop her with ease, he choose to hit her and knock her unconscious.

Perhaps this goes to show just how strong Lizzy truly has become. I know he might have wanted to keep her alive for Ciel’s sake, but he still felt he needed to fight back physically.


Why Zouis isn’t dead

Ok, so we might not get much, but Zouis is out there giving us subtle hints of them being fine. Mostly by referencing eachother in roundabout ways. And if you have trouble keeping up with both small and big things that has happened I made a masterpost about it. Enjoy~

First and foremost, remember that almost 5 years of friendship doesn’t end that easily.

They were attached most of the time… They were seriously super close before Zayn left and that in itself should be a reason for people to think twice before assuming “Zouis is dead“

Especially since it seems that the boys knew that Zayn was leaving. (With Niall saying “While Zayn’s here” and other things.) Who really knows though?

But I digress… Let’s look at the Zouis we’ve gotten in these last hectic and stressful six months.

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It's not a side effect of fame, I am thinking it must be love

Author: youbetternevermindnevermind (me, hi)

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Park Jimin (Jihope)

Genre: Fluff.

Rated: PG.

Word count: 1.320

Summary: Jimin finds out about Jihope and freaks out. J-Hope just laughs at him. 

Note: First fanfic, so please be nice to me, you guys. Sorry in advance for any misplaced words or grammar mistakes, it’s my first time writing in English (what a difficult language you people have).

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“When you have insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.”

These are Edward Norton’s words in the role of Tyler Durden in the drama Fight Club. A film I’ve adored (though not for obvious reasons) for over a decade. I know this film like I know my name.

So Tyler Durden/Norton has insomnia. That’s the obvious catalytic augury the film is resurrected upon. Norton is narrating this piece in the beginning act, lamenting that everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. These lines run in my head all too easily and often. When you work in the realms of psychology you push, pull, prod, and tweak things. There’s an endless external tug-of-war but there is a relentless internal one as well. Instead of a copy, everything is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. Revealing.

I’m often given to stating that a persons actions and words (especially when negative towards others) portend more of a reflection of their own insecurities and shortcomings than any issue they could have with another individual. Our own ego (or consciousness would even be an easier term here) pollutes us though we carry it around.

The thing about reflection is that it doesn’t always fall into a state of good or a state of bad. We don’t have to ascribe to the Hegelian dialectic which illustrates that everything is either one way or the other till you chip away at it and find a middle ground; till you settle. Hegel would have us believe there is a place where we can deliberate and relent equally because everything is governed by the principle that two halves make a whole. The warm little centre is the balance. The weight on the fishing line of our proverbial lives. This doesn’t have to ring true in every circumstance.

Not all objects that are broken into two are of equal size. They are not, in fact, half. Not all parts fit seamlessly back together. Much like people, you can have two pieces of something and they are not equals. This disparity provides me with the ability to accept, tolerate, and even appreciate my fellow human more - knowing that I can take a step back and look at the grander scope of things. See the forest for the trees so to speak.

Humans are inherently flawed with doubt, but also levity. Our lives become redundant copies of copies. Our rituals become complacent idle reflection. We don’t know if we are truly going to get what we put in but we know nothing ventured is nothing gained. If we hide away in our material world of Ikea furniture, CK underwear, and self induced insomnia putting in nothing substantial, squandering our chances to affect change, then the sum of zero is the only guaranteed outcome we have. This doesn’t make it negative or positive though. It just is.

Sitting with this and many other long pondered sentiments, I marvel things far and wide. Who I am, where I am, why I am, and what it took in the evolutionary process for me to get here. My life isn’t all paintings, performances, and puns. But I know I don’t have to settle or look over my shoulder for the red side or the blue side. I’m on my own team. A place where Hegel is uninvited yet his words are welcomed and entertained. A point of reflection where I’d give Norton some lavender oil and a back rub hopefully coaxing him into a nap –because that is what I would wish he would do for me. Chewing valerian root to induce sleep is a bad idea by the way, and one that should never have been suggested in the film.

I revel, reflect, dismiss, and comply with my thoughts because they are my own. I ask myself first why I feel the way I do and how important is it really? To instill negativity into others solely because that may be their reaction to me is not my dig. I’m passive yet won’t be marred by words to the point of weeping. I’m strong yet won’t beat others down with pettiness or susceptibility. I’m soft yet won’t let myself be inundated with the new age whimsy of the “just saying” excuse-culture. I beseech the out of reach, the devine and the lame all at once. I dance in the halls of uncertain supplication and sleep through the static of raw raining truth regardless of what conditions society ranges are decent. I am devoid of anger over the small rocks that are dropped in my basket making it slightly heavier and more burdensome each time. I can carry them all gratefully. I am staunchly resolute.

I enjoy my life but I enjoy yours too. You whom feels the need to debate me because you are a right-fighter and unable to concept “let it be.” You whom loves me from afar and appreciates my existence. You’re both equal in my vision. Total halves. Contributors. The positives and the negatives both sharpening my mind. Helping me to screw my courage to the sticking place as Shakespeare so wearily stated long ago. All at once you are the territory of Brad Pitts verity and the damnation of Edward Norton’s Hades. And if you can’t see how all of this ties together, then perhaps it’s time to reflect. You haven’t been paying attention.