how many times can i say her name

It’s about that time again. After asking twitter when I should share it and an overwhelming vote in favor of “now, you asshole,” I’m excited to share the official playlist for THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS!

Like last time, I’ve included a note about what each song is there for, and the songs are roughly in story order. This, of course, leads to a caveat: while I’ve done my best to keep things vague, the deeper you go and the closer you read, the more you wander into potential spoiler territory. 

This playlist grew alongside the book—some songs corresponding to certain scenes, others lending themselves more to the overall vibe. Those of you who’ve read already can probably see their influence and the ways they reflect the story. Those of you who haven’t… buckle up.

  1. So Far From Your Weapon // The Dead Weather // there’s a bullet in my pocket burning a hole / you’re so far from your weapon and the place you were born // a song for lookout duty
  2. Winter // Daughter // drifting apart like two sheets of ice, my love / frozen hearts growing colder with time // a song for three weeks of silence
  3. Blame // Bastille // fall upon your knees, saying ‘this is my body and soul here’ / fall and beg and plead, saying ‘you’ve got the power and control’ / don’t pin it all on me // a song for swift at the door
  4. Gun // CHVRCHES // who are you to tell me how to keep myself afloat? / i tread the water all the while / you stuck in the knife that you held at my back // a song for bleeding lips and finding balance
  5. Get Home // Bastille // how am i gonna get myself back home? // a song for a question
  6. Mother & Father // BROODS // ever since i left my mother, it’s much harder to know / how to make my own life here, how to make my own home // a song for a heart too empty
  7. We the Common // Thao & The Get Down Stay Down // all they wanted was a villain, a villain / and all they had was me / all they wanted was a villain, a villain / so then they just took me // a song for cas and the salt
  8. Beggin For Thread // Banks // strapped down to something that you don’t understand / don’t know what you were getting yourself into / you should have known / secretly i think you knew  // a song for cas and the bind
  9. Ships in the Night // Mat Kearney // turn the lights down low / walk these halls alone / we can feel so far from so close // a song for trying to make it work
  10. Black Water // Of Monsters And Men // swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea / darker days are raining over me / in the deepest depths i lost myself / i see myself through someone else // a song for cas
  11. Trouble // Neon Jungle // they say here comes a hurricane / trouble is her middle name / but i don’t look for trouble / yeah, trouble looks for me // a song for swift at the helm of a needleboat
  12. Hell and Back // The Airborne Toxic Event // and you took me to hell and back / how many times can i walk away from you? // a song for a new year
  13. I’m So Sorry // Imagine Dragons // so you gotta fire up / you gotta let go / you’ll never be loved ‘til you’ve made your own // a song for meeting an old friend in the middle of a storm
  14. Bullets // Rebecca & Fiona // don’t make me show you how weak you are / hurts like bullets between these walls // a song for a punching bag
  15. The Draw // Bastille // in my left hand there is the familiar / in my right hand there’s the great unknown // a song for cas’s turmoil
  16. Leave A Trace // CHVRCHES // i have somehow got away with everything / anything you ever did was strictly by design / but you got it wrong / and i’ll go anywhere but there // a song for cas, the knife
  17. Ghost Towns // Radical Face // but i miss you / but there’s no coming home / there’s no coming home with a name like mine // a song for cas and tom
  18. We Sink // CHVRCHES // we are / i’ve come apart and you made me / float like / a pretty box of your evil // a song for young leadership
  19. Cliffs Edge // Hayley Kiyoko // cliff’s edge, you turn me on / you lead me on / you’ve got me on a cliff’s edge / where i belong // a song for a cold bottle of beer on the trainer deck
  20. Everybody Wants To Rule The World // Lorde // help me make the most of freedom / and of pleasure / nothing ever lasts forever // a song for second times
  21. This Is Why We Fight // The Decemberists // so come to me / come to me / lay your arms around me / this is why / this is why we fight // a song for the last stand 
  22. I Bet My Life // Imagine Dragons // i know i took the path that you would never want for me / i know i let you down, didn’t i? // a song for new ships on the horizon
  23. Home // American Authors // i’m not trying to part the ocean waves / i’m not trying to overthrow the throne / i’m just trying to find a way to make it back home  // a song for the end in sight
  24. Monster Lead Me Home // Sara Hartman // where there is nowhere to hide / stranger on the other side / we walk in shadows / monster lead me home // a song for cutting a deal
  25. Love Me Again // John Newman // i need to know now / know now, can you love me again? // a song for new beginnings in the bones of old ones
170407 Leo Twitter Reply Compilation


오랜만에 원합니까??

It’s been a while, do you want it??

I want to get off work
Leo: 😓

Taekwoonie run~~~~~~~~~
Leo: run

Leo: I’m Leo
T/N: In Japanese.


오늘은 주제가 있음.
정택운이게 궁금한것 물어보기.
10개만 뽑을까봐.

There’s a theme today.
It’s asking Jung Taekwoon something you are curious about.
I’ll only pick 10.

Did you eat?
Leo: I’ll eat soon.
T/N: In Japanese.

Oppa, why don’t you update Twitter
Leo: I don’t need anything more than this

Your mood today!?
Leo: My mood today is sunny after being cloudy

Q. Tell us a song you’re into recently. Reccomend a song for Spring.
Leo: Tom odell-constellation👍

I’m a Russian fan named ☆^^ Please say hello^^
T/N: I put a star for her name for privacy, etc.

Oppa, why are you using so many emoticons recently You just learned that function didn’t you
Leo: 😖

Will you put up a selca at the end of the mention party??ㅇㅅㅇ??
Leo: I’ll think about it 😤

What’s the chance I’ll get a reply from Daeguni?
Leo: 👿

What should I do to succeed with ticketing?
Leo: Lee Hongbin’s control ability

Will you go cherry blossom viewing with me?
Leo: When What time?

Do you know how much I like you?
Leo: (One more) I can feel it


재밌었네  즐거웠고 슬슬 날이 풀리는데
저녁에는 또 쌀쌀하니까 감기들 조심히구 맛있는거 많이먹고 곧봅시다.😬

That was fun and enjoyable The days are gradually getting warmer, but it’s chilly again in the evening, so be careful of colds and eat lots of yummy things and let’s see each other soon.😬

Devil In A Red Dress | Jennie (BLACKPINK)

The Devil In A Red Dress | Jennie (BLACKPINK)

word count: 2.8k
genre: witch!au, smut
warnings: mentions of selling your soul, mentions of Puritan religion
A/N: anon asked for a Jennie or JiSoo scenario and I wrote this. Off to hell I go!

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“You know I love you, babe. I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya. You’ve gotta believe me,” Eggsy pleads as you react to what he had to do when he visited Glastonbury to interact with a target.
“You fucking fingered someone! They shouldn’t have made you do that! You shouldn’t have let them!” You shout back.
“It meant nothing! It was to get the tracker on her!”
“She came on your hand! I don’t give a fuck what you were doing, you got her to come.”
“Babe, don’t put it like that! It makes it sound like I enjoyed it!”
“And she’s a bloody skinny blonde! Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you?”
“I didn’t even-“
“Eggsy, there is a clear difference in body type between me and her, and you doing that to her makes me feel terrible.”
“(Y/N), I didn’t even look at that, I didn’t take any notice of what she looked like. I was there to do a job, which I did, and that was it. I left straight after.”
“How would you feel if I had to jerk off Charlie for a mission?”
“You wouldn’t-“
“How would you feel Eggsy?” You push.
“I’d feel shit. I’d be fucked off with both of you and want to kill the fucker,” He seethes.
“Well then. Take that and times it by a hundred, then maybe you’ll be close to how I feel right now,” you say quietly, starting to walk away.
“Don’t walk away, (Y/N), come back,” He says sadly.
“I can’t even look at you right now Eggsy,” you say, voice raised, “all I can think about is you with that woman! Her moaning your fucking name probably!”
“Oh for fucks sake, (Y/N), how many times have I got to say it?! It meant NOTHING! Just shut up about it already!”
“Make me!” You shout, both of you staring at each other in anger, the tension between you almost lighting up the air around you both with sparks. You’re both breathing heavily after your argument, both as angry as each other, then Eggsy rushes up to you, taking you by the throat and shoving you against the wall behind you. His eyes narrow, his hand squeezes your neck a little as you stare directly into his eyes.
“That all you got?” You smirk, pushing his chest so he falls backwards into the kitchen counter. You take his tie in your hand, wrapping it around your fingers, pulling him into your face.
“Give it your best shot, love,” he grins as he puts his hands up in surrender. You push him back, unwrapping the tie from your hand, then turn around.
“Not even worth it,” you say, sauntering into the living room. Suddenly Eggsy’s behind you, pushing you down onto the sofa face first, your bum sticking up on the arm of it. He stares at it, licking his lips, suddenly turned on by all of this. He closes the gap between you both, so that his legs are touching the backs of yours, then smacks your bum hard. Just as he goes to pin you down on the sofa, you roll sideways, falling onto the floor as he face plants the cushions. You smile, getting up and running upstairs, him closing in on you. Once you get to the top of the stairs, he trips you up by pulling your ankle, and you land hard on the floor. You turn over just in time to see him sitting on you hips, holding you down, your hands pinned above your head. You struggle, but he just smirks and leans down to your face.
“This is how I like you, quiet and obedient,” he whispers against your ear. You love it when he’s like this, but you’re trying so hard to hide your excitement and stay mad at him. You get all your strength and push up against him, throwing him back on the floor, now you above him, sitting on his stomach and holding his arms down.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re submissive,” You now whisper against his cheek, kissing his neck in the spot you know drives him crazy. He lets his anger slip, moaning at the feel of you sucking on his skin, and you laugh at how weak he was when it came to you. You get up, to start walking away again, and he jumps up from the floor, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he growls. You can’t hide your excitement anymore and lunge forward, kissing him suddenly. He takes you in his arms, pulling at your clothing harshly as he tries to feel every part of you. Then he backs you up against the cabinet at the top of the stairs, sending everything on top of it flying as he lifts you up onto it. He hitches up your skirt, rips your underwear apart, then undoes his fly, setting himself free and plunging inside you.
“Eggsy!” You cry out as you wrap your legs around his waist. The cabinet bangs against the wall with each thrust, his frustration and anger being expelled with each movement. He continues at a punishing pace until he bites down on your neck as he comes, slowing down until you reach you climax as well, the cabinet finally still, the wall battered and scratched from your actions. He looks at you, not yet having disconnected himself from you, and kisses your lips softly, caressing your hair.
“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.
“I love you too. Just please don’t ever do anything like that again,” you plead.
“I won’t, I promise.”
He pulls away from you, zipping his trousers up, then you hear a knock at the door. Eggsy heads downstairs to see who it is, and when he opens it, your neighbours are standing there.
“Hey, everything okay here? There’s been some really loud noises and shouting,” they say. Eggsy smiles as they notice his marked neck and dishevelled appearance, then you join him downstairs, your shirt half undone, skirt lopsided.
“We’re all good, just doing some rearranging,” you say, Eggsy putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side.
“Yeah, sorry guys, it’s harder work than we thought,” Eggsy nods.
“Oh- Okay, no worries. Let us know if you need any help,” they stutter, slowly walking away as Eggsy pats your bum playfully before shutting the door.

The Elf and the Dwarf

Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.

Chapter Summary: Never ending sadness with the dwarves

Chapter Categories: Humor, Small Bit of Angst, I guess. Idk

Strike Through = Current Chapter

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8


Fili lets out a sigh of relief as he notices that both you and Thorin are still breathing as you walk into the council room. You two were always at each other’s throats over the corse of the quest and many had thought you’d kill each other at one point, but they were glad to be proven wrong.

Thorin sits at the other head of the table, across from Bard.

You take your place on Bard’s right with Tauriel on Bard’s left.

Although her banishment had been lifted by Thranduil, she had decided to stay in Dale much to the chagrin of Legolas. He knew what her choice would be and decided to let her go. She is currently Captain of the Guard and helps train the men alongside you. She’s also a part of the council and Bard found it funny that the council of men is filled with elves.

He had absolutely no idea what to do when the city had asked him to become King. While his anscetor was made for this position, he was not. Being thrust into this was not so easy and after dealing with you in the past, you seemed to be the best option to help him run the city. Being the daughter of a Lord probably helped a bit.

Bain joins you along with a young fellow by the name of Ingemar. He was about the age of 25, had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was the second most wanted man in Dale after the King of course, but his eyes were set on another prize.

“Hello n/n,” he says, smiling at the elf. “How many times have I told you, human, you do not have permission to call me that. Only those I care about can do that. You can either call me by my first name or nothing at all,” you growl out.

It’s obvious to the dwarves that you have been flirted with by this guy multiple times and that he didn’t lay off.

“Come on. We’ve known each other for a week. I know you care for me,” he says, winking at her. “Guards. Remove him,” you command and there are two men that come to grab him. “Wait. Stop,” you command again. The guards put him down and step back. (I was trying to make it like the scene in Game of Thrones where Cersei tries to show Baelish exactly who has more power)

“You will do well to remember exactly who you are talking to. I have trained these men and I have trained them well. I will no longer tolerate your flirting. I hired you because you seemed to be good at your job, but you are as incompetent as the other men. Continue,” you announce and the guards take him out.

Tauriel smiles and Bard smirks, shaking his head.

“Who was he exactly?” Dwalin asks. “He was supposed to be our new treasurer but he obviously failed the test,” Bard explains, “it seems that no man is fit for any job on this council. We go through at least five potential candidates a week and no one makes it past the first three days.”

“It’s not my fault he’s a fool,” you reply and you turn to Bain. “When you become king do not let anyone like that on the board alright?” You ask and he nods smiling.

“Thanks for coming on such a short notice,” Bard says. “It’s quite alright. It’s not like my coronation is tonight or anything,” Thorin says sarcastically. Bard sighs and you smile.

“Actually I called you down here to talk about that. I feel that there is a need to have extra security tonight. With the threat on your life from your kin, what do you expect from men?” He asks Thorin.

Thorin narrows his eyes.

“Are you implying that men will try to kill me tonight?” He asks. “I’m not saying there will be but there is always the possiblity. You cannot be too sure. That’s why I’m asking you to let me add some of my guards to yours as well,” Bard says.

“I would not mind a few helping hands,” Thorin mumbles after having a short conversation with Dwalin. 

“Great. Tauriel and y/n will be leading my men-,”

“N/n? You can’t be serious?” Fili asks, outraged.

“I don’t see the problem Fee. I’m doing my duty to this city. It is only right,” she replies.

“Being by our side is what is right. You helped us reclaim Erebor. You belong celebrating with us,” Fili argues. “I belong protecting your king,” you reply.

“When has duty become more important than friendship? You were the one that remind us that you chose us over your kin and now you’re going to tell me your choosing a job over us? How much of a hypocrite can you be?” He asks and you can’t meet his eyes. 

You had never gotten into a fight with Fili. Never. Thorin, yes, Dwalin yes, Kili, sometimes, but never Fili. It broke your heart to be fighting with your best friend.

He stands up and leaves, not noticing the tears he had caused.

“Of course after one Durin stops being mad at me another one starts,” you say, bitterly. You excuse yourself and walk back to your quarters.

“This is the first time I’ve seen her shed a tear in a month. It is something about you dwarves that bring her sadness,” Bard tells Dwalin and Thorin as Tauriel takes her leave as well.

“It has never been my intention to do so and I explained this to her,” Thorin announces. “Well either way she still hurts. She is a very emotional elf. Which is surprising. All of the other elves I’ve seen are nearly emotionless. Nearly,” Bard tells him.

“Like I said. It was NEVER my intention. If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a coronation to plan,” Thorin says, standing.


Tell me now you know...

@justwalkedaway​: So this is my first prompt fill as well as my first posted fic for The 100. I’ve always loved the show, but I after this season started I decided to start from the beginning again and my love for Bellarke grew. So here I am after a long break from fandom in general and definitely from writing. Let me know what you think! And a giant thanks to my beta @loveyoubeyondhope​. She is AMAZING!!! 

The title is from a Backstreet Boys’ song “I Want It That Way”, because I love them too. Also, I own nothing.

And this is smut filled so be aware before you read. Hope you enjoy!


Prompt: Anon: “‘fuck you bellamy’ ‘yeah i wish you would’ please please please

Per usual Clarke has no idea how the fight started. One minute they were discussing how they might be able to start building more permanent homes now that things were calm for the moment and the next they were screaming at each other. It wasn’t an unusual thing for the two to disagree or even to argue, but lately there had been so much tension between the two that they always seemed to end up screaming at one another.

Their friends had learned that once things started heating up it was time for them to leave. The first time it had happened Monty had tried to play peacemaker between the two and they had ended up screaming at him instead. They’d both felt terrible afterwards and every time it happened, they promised that they would do better. And yet, here they were again.

“I don’t have to like your ideas, Princess. It’s not a requirement that I agree with you all the time.”

Clarke laughed. “You never seem to agree with me anymore. It’s like you decide your opinion solely based on the fact that it’s the opposite of mine.”

“That’s bullshit.” Bellamy shook his head. “You’re the one that always seems to want to fight. What’s wrong? Now that there’s no war, no people to kill, you’re bored?”

Clarke froze, not believing her ears. She shook her head, most of the anger draining from her and leaving behind a deep pit of hurt. She fought back the tears as she slammed her palm against Bellamy’s chest and pushed him back. “Fuck you, Bellamy!” She turned and started to head towards the door, just now noticing that their friends had once again left them.

“Yeah, I wish you would.” His tone was yearning and the words were soft, so soft that she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.

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The Starks (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader) Chapter 4

 Hey guys! I’m really happy that you guys like this, at least I think you guys like it….

I made the curfew 7 o’clock in second chapter, that was because I forgot that American high school ends around 3 or 4. Here high school ends at almost 6 and if you stay for late night studying, 10. So I changed it to 5 o’clock. The curfew.

I just realized that T.A.D.A.S.H.I. is 忠 which means loyalty. Apparently he doesn’t seem to be loyal to [Name]. hehehe

Tag list: @ unidentified–subject  @ miraisnotavailable @ pinkleopardss @ little-miss-headphones @ i-did-it-because-i-can 

If i missed anyone please let me know;;;

Chapter 1

After [Name] and Peter’s talk she was more relaxed around him. Also she became close to Ned as well. What bothered her was that people didn’t let her have quiet normal life. She was Stark and just the name grabbed everyone’s attention. Even the most popular kids wanted to hang out with her. She did her best to get away and hide, and Peter helped her with that. That caused [Name] to trust Peter more and more. And Peter was the only one who made her felt ‘normal’. The life she wanted to have for a long time.

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Right To Be Wrong - Fred Weasley Imagine

A/N: hello, dearies! xD another request done! :D hope you guys like it! :)

Anonymous said: Hey! Could I request an imagine where the reader is draco’s sister but she’s a gryffindor and she is dating Fred and one day her and Draco get in a fight (they usually get along tho) and he tells their parents she’s dating fred out of revenge and yeah. Maybe you could take it from there? Thanks! Btw your writing is brilliant!! 

thanks for loving my writing, love! sorry it took so long! here it goes! :D a quick thanks to the lovely @lilmadhatter213 just for being amazing and for your help xD oh, and another thing to Draco’s lovers, he doesn’t really come off well here! sorry about that!

Warnings: Malfoy family abuse! (I am putting it as a warning because abuse is abuse whether is a slap in the face or anything else so…) 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

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Right To Be Wrong

“Love, I have to go” (Y/N) said chuckling as her boyfriend gave her another kiss on the lips.

“I know” Fred said smugly without letting go of her and continuing to place kisses down her neck.

“Fred!” she said biting her lip to try and stop giggling. “I was supposed to meet Draco ten minutes ago! He hates it when I’m late” she said pushing him off and smiling as he pouted.

“Why do you have to spend the afternoon with him again?” he complained as (Y/N) composed herself.

“He’s my brother, Fred” she said giving him a quick peck on the lips. “And the only one in my family who doesn’t look at me as if I was a complete failure for being in Gryffindor” he reminded him.

Fred sighed. “Fine” he said as she got up and faced him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Malfoy” he said giving her a peck on the lips.

“I love you more, Weasley” she told him kissing him again.

“That’s not possible, love” he said giving her another kiss and before they knew it, they were heading down the path where they were not too long ago.

“Fred” she said between kisses. “I have to go” she said pulling away and he pouted again. “I’ll be back before you know it” she said chuckling at him making big puppy eyes at her.

“Want me to walk you?” he asked holding her hands in his.

“That’s alright, love” she said with a small smile and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you later” she yelled running out of his dorm. “Oh, hi George” he heard her say outside the door before his twin returned the greeting and appeared inside his dorm.

“Where is she going off so quickly?” he asked confused.

“To see her delightful brother” Fred said making an annoyed face.

“Honestly, mate. I don’t know how you do it. Put up with Malfoy and all” he mocked her.

“Well, (Y/N) is worth it. She’s nothing like her family” Fred told his brother.

“Oh, I know that” George told him. “It’s actually amazing how she does it” he pointed out. “I would’ve run away by now with a family like hers” he told him.

“You and me both” Fred said.

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Lucretia brings bits and pieces of her homeworld with her. Things she cannot forget. 

Though they may not remember, there’s a reason the Bureau of Balance is made of domes.

Lucretia doesn’t like looking up. There’s only one sun and the sky overhead is painted the wrong color, a deep unnerving blue that makes her nauseous if she stares at it too long. Besides, craning her neck back gives her a crick that brings painfully to the front of her mind her new old age.

“Do you have the plans?”

“Of course,” Lucretia replies, handing the plan to Maureen and closing her folder again with a snap.

“Gotcha.” Maureen runs a quick eye over it and nods approvingly. Then a half-smile quirks up at her lips. “Fan of domes, are we?”

“Something of the sort.”

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Put your favorite, most powerful, or most heartbreaking quote from one of your stories below, and attach the link to that story. Feel free to put more than one story. And if you’re not an author and you’d like to add a fanfic quote and link, go ahead! Happy quoting.

“You don’t feel that way anymore? Regretful?” Rick asked, as he tilted his head to the left.

“Yeah, I feel that way every day in some way or another. I don’t know if that will ever change. I just realize that regretting the way things turned out for me; all of the shit I’ve been through and the shit I’ve done, it doesn’t change anything. This right here, this is our lives now. I’ve come to accept it. That’s what I focus on. That’s what gets me through; taking things day-by-day.”

Rick searched her face and marveled at her tenacity; her gaze, which at times could be downright intimidating, was soft and gentle as Rick noticed something behind her stare. He nodded his head.

“You’re right. God, you’re always right. Does it ever get old, being right all the time?” he asked with a small, playful grin.

Michonne beamed at him and chortled, “…Not really.”

From: You’re My Best Friend

"My scars,” Rick said as he gestured to where he had suffered the gunshot and stab wounds. “I noticed in the bathroom before. How’d I get ‘em?”

Michonne momentarily let her eyes wander over Rick’s form before catching his gaze once more.

“Honestly, I’ve never really seen them before… I didn’t realize you had them,” she answered sincerely.

Rick thought about this for a moment and nodded; something had obviously happened to him whereby he sustained the injuries that now left their mark on his skin. What should have been a constant reminder of some unfortunate event only added more questions to his growing list.

Michonne looked apologetic; in all the time she had spent with Rick, she never asked about his life before the Turn and he never spoke of it. She was not the type to pry and knew enough of Rick to know he was a private person as well. Their being on the road constantly fighting to live also produced a barrier to these types of conversations from occurring.

She was hoping their new home would afford them the luxury of talking about things other than food and survival; would offer them the opportunity to get to know one another better. They, however, did not get that chance and somehow Rick, even in his current state, could tell; he felt a hint of guilt for bringing it up.

“So I guess that means I ain’t seen that much of you either?” Rick asked as he let his eyes roam over Michonne’s body. She swallowed hard.

“No, not much at all,” she replied.

“Well,” Rick said with a smile. “I definitely wanna change that.”

From: The Dust of My Memory

Rick whispered her name as he softly pleaded with her to allow her eyes to once again meet his. Not only did their proximity leave her feeling lightheaded, but the manner in which he gently called to her did as well. All of a sudden she felt shy and this was further heightened when Rick inched ever closer to her. She finally found some courage within herself and lifted her gaze to meet Rick’s fiery one.

“Michonne,” he offered once more, tenderly in his slow and quiet drawl as he was completely mesmerized by the depth of her dark brown eyes.

The way that her name sounded in his rich murmur, that was at once warm and heavy and light and sensual, caused the most delicious shiver to snake all over her body. Rick carefully brought the back of his hand to the side of her smooth and strikingly elegant face. He used his fingers to softly stroke her cheek before lightly tracing the outline of her jaw. Rick forced his blue eyes to look away from her dark brown ones moments before they fell upon her luscious lips. He then used his hand to cup her face while he leaned in slowly and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

From: Her Name

“You’re just gonna mope around here another day then?” asked Hershel, as he entered the cell that Rick shared with Judith.

He had been completely aware that something was amiss with Rick and that Michonne’s abrupt departure had a different impact on him than it did with the others in the group. Carl was still furious with his father, and Rick had been withdrawn and sullen. Hershel knew what regret in a man looked like. He had spent many years being regretful for his own actions; regretful for hurting those he loved. Hershel knew what a man who was fighting inner demons looked like; he saw that battle inside Rick and the worry it caused etched across the younger man’s face. He also knew what a man with a broken heart resembled. One only had to look into Rick’s sad blue eyes to know it was true. Rick, seated on his bed, looked to his friend and squinted his eyes a little.

“What’re ya talkin’ about?” he replied with a question of his own; pretending that he did not know what the older man was speaking of.

“Look, Rick, I don’t claim to know what happened between you and Michonne…”

“Hershel, don’t,” Rick interrupted, as he let his head drop and averted his gaze. “Please, just don’t. I already told Daryl not to mention her name…”

“Alright, alright. I won’t say her name,” offered Hershel, slightly taken aback that it had gone that far. “But I will say this, no matter how hard it is to win some battles and no matter how many times ya feel like you just can’t win. When ya feel that you’ve been hurt, wounded, more than you can take, just remember that some wounds are worth it in the end. They show how hard you’ve had to fight for what ya believe in, for what you love; and I know this to be true, some battles are worth it.”

Hershel paused a moment, noticing that Rick was now looking at him; seemingly taking in what it was that he was trying to say. He sighed loudly, narrowed his gaze and stared straight at the younger man before adding: “And Rick, believe me when I tell you this; some things are worth fightin’ for.”

From: Song for the Life

“The laws surrounding firearms and who has access to them are too lax. It would change a lot of things that are wrong with our criminal justice system if we made reforms to gun control. It makes sense,” Michonne offered.

“What would make sense is if assholes stopped breakin’ the law,” Rick finally said as if he were challenging her; and he was.

Michonne’s eyes met his gaze but she did not back down. “Not that simple,” she said in response. “I mean, what kind of hillbilly hell have I stepped into?”

Rick rolled his eyes; he was irked at people from the city thinking those in his small town were all backwoods idiots. This woman, Michonne; she unsettled him somehow. There was something about her that he could not put his finger on. Not that he cared about what she thought, he reasoned; but deep down, even if Rick was not going to admit it, he did not want to look less than in front of her. Her 'hillbilly’ comment got his back up; he felt the need to become defensive.

From: Worth the Wait

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Fun story! I work at a gas station, and last night someone told me to go fuck myself cause I wouldnt sell him cigarettes. He was trying to buy them for his gf (who looked underage and didnt have ID), and I informed him its illegal for me to sell him cigarettes knowing they'll be given to her. I told him sorry, have a great night, and they both flipped me off as they drove away. (Leave replies letting me know if you want more stories, graveyards always get the fun customers 😂)

I have been cussed out so many times it doesn’t even register anymore. A new girl asked me once how I did it and all I can say is I’ve been called worse names by better people.



part four: turns me to gold | a nancy wheeler mix

“I am not trying to be someone else.”

i. i must become a lion-hearted girl, ready for a fight ii. i’m beyond the archetype iii. nothing is the same, there’s a new world calling my name iv. i wish i was strong enough to lift not one but both of us v. we know for sure they’re telling lies when they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies vi. don’t know where, don’t know why, but i can’t go back, back to the way i was vii. yesterday’s girl is not what you see viii. this human heart, how many times can it be torn before a superhero is born? ix. i’ll walk through fire to save my life x. walking home in her wrapped up world, she survived but she’s feeling old xi. i’m not their hero but that doesn’t mean that i wasn’t brave xii. you’ll be thinking “damn, i knew her,” but you didn’t; don’t get it twisted

           8tracks | playmoss
(part one | part two | part three )

Wherever I’m With You - 1

So. So I had an idea about how Flatmates could have started slightly differently and gone in a different direction, and I shared the idea with @karis-the-fangirl and we giggled over it, then she said OH WAIT THIS WOULD MAKE IT WORSE and we giggled some more, and anyway I accidentally wrote the first part (of probably four). So here it is!

You probably don’t need to have read Flatmates to read this but if you have, it’s probably best to have read In Every Song as well.

Title is from ‘Home’ by Scouting For Girls. Rated T.

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please don’t say you love me

Pairing: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Word Count: 2337

Setting: A concept: A couple near the beginning of time had a love so strong that it couldn’t be defeated by death, and so they were reincarnated over and over throughout different eras so that their love would always live on. (Soulmates!au) 



She feels him smile into her mouth, and wonders how many girls have tasted it on his lips.

“Jyn…” he mutters, pulling away yet close enough to see the flecks of brown in her green eyes. “It’s just me and you, here.”

She brushes the sand from the front of his shirt, buying herself time. “You say her name in your sleep.” she finally decides to say. He can deny it, he can admit to it.

“… Who?”


“… She’s not you, Jyn.”

“Did you love her?”

He is silent, which makes it worse: “Maybe. I don’t know,” she wishes she doesn’t like how his fingers card through her loose hair, “I was too busy trying to find her, too anxious to get to her, that I forgot to breathe. To think that maybe she didn’t want to be found.”

“What happened?” she longs to curl him into her, but he is the one who is sitting up, closing in on himself.

“She died. She died thinking that the only way she won’t be found is -”

“Cassian, don’t-”


She badly wants to remember. She can’t, though. Whenever she tries to squint, to place a name to the olive-skin, the taunt of his jaw, the slightly-crooked nose, the crows’ feet at the corner of his eyes, the melancholy-brown that makes up his eyes, the back of her head wants to cave in, to crush her mind into herself so she can’t think, can’t trace the man’s features long enough to recognize him.

Even his “Oh, Tanith.” can reach inside her ribcage and crush her heart. But she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t see how.

She aches for him to touch her: maybe then she’ll remember who he is, who she is, what they were.

But he doesn’t.

Every time he comes to see her, he never moves to touch her.


“What does your middle name mean?”

She looks behind her, to check that he is talking to her. She flushes as she turn back to the senior, but he is still grinning. “How - my middle name?”

“Yeah,” he points to the steps beside her, and doesn’t wait for her to sit. “Lyra. Sounds mythological.”

“It’s…” she clears her throat, tries to loosen her nerves, “It’s from my mother. She’s an astronomer.”

“Mine’s Jeron. It’s supposed to be about loyalty, or being trustworthy.” he looks away, grimacing at how that sounded.

“Are you?”

He grins when she doesn’t seem to retract how she emoted the question. “I think I am. I hope I am. Kay Soo Jr. is a hard friend to keep.”

She smirks, “Bodhi Rook seems to think that, too.”

“You know Rook?”

“My father is his mentor and I met him a few times when he comes over to my house.”

He is staring, he knows, but the way her lips bows - “Lucky Bodhi.”


“Better aim next time, Fulcrum.”  

“The next time you won’t be so lucky.” He closes his hand over her wrist, and takes the gun from her.

She lets him, because her hands can be free to yank his collar down, and smuggles the smirk from his lips, away into her pocket, for safe-keeping, for the warmth during a cold night.

“I have fifteen minutes, Catalyst.” he mutters against her chin, his other hand bunches at the base of her shirt.

She is standing on her tiptoes, so she yanks his belt, to pull him forward and into her, up against the damp alleyway wall. “You hope it’s enough.”


She walks around the manor once, gathers up the surveillance tools she broke a month ago, and throws them into a corner of the barn and locks it up.

The outskirts of Mexico City is quiet, but not for long. The sun is slowly rising, and Saw is due in an hour.

She waits until the servants backs out of the room before adding twice the amount of tea, adds only a drop of milk, and allows herself to stir thrice, and place the spoon on the saucer. The delicate tea set is staying on the table, not thrown and broken into pieces across the room. Her eyes scans out to the gardens, for a growl of cars, a flicker of vibrant-orange, a shade of ebony, a breeze of leather.

His mentor, Mothma, gives her a year - to decide whether she joins their cause for good, to heal (her words, never hers) - how can it be enough?

She does not know what is there for her to save, or destroy. She is born within the system, yet with the bloodline of rebels, instead of spies, unlike him; but the thing that they had in common, the very thing that drew them together, is how adapted they already are in being cards constantly at play. That box of cards, however, is scattered into the winds, collecting dust in Pakistan, tucked within books back in England, shoved under stone in China, or buried within the forest floor of Bosque de Chapultepec.  

Her once flawless hands are too rough against sewing needles or muslin cloths; the crease of her forehead is never smooth enough to charm, and her eyes are too dead for her old life.  

She stays in her dead husband’s loose trousers and shirt until the help knocks on her door to announce her godfather’s arrival. She slips into the master bedroom, takes out his favorite blue Victorian gown, and cinches her corset until she can’t properly breathe.

She fiddles with his ring on the chain around her neck, and thinks that she is drowning for another day.


She jerks to a stop and he takes the chance to pull them to the back of the building, into a carcass of a helicopter. “They’re ready to evacuate.”

“Good,” the foreign word falls from her lips, and he echoes her; his fingers follows how it shapes her mouth.

“General Solo’s supposed to tail me, but I’m meeting our team by the tower.” He sees how stained her army jacket is, and he reaches for her opposite shoulder instead; then perhaps he can let go easier. It is the wrong judgement, for she winces and covers her arms so hard his fingers are pushing down onto her bones. “Okay… I can go locate Lieutenant Skywalker.”

She tries to extract herself from his arms, but his hands takes her face and makes her face him again. “I’d rather you gather the rest of the wounded, but the second things start to fuck up,” he weaves his fingers into her messy braid, and tugs her forward, “You get out of here, you got me?”

She nods, her hands slips under his shirt. It is the sly adrenaline talking, but it has been so long since he has the time to abandon the need to think and just be.

“Kiss me.” she mutters before following swift with her own request.

The hint of iron, hot breath and the lick of invitation and he inhales it all deeply: the scent of her sweat, the tinge of dirt in her hair, and he does what he is told, again and again and again.

One more kiss, another whisper against her temple, “Transmission Tower-” he backs away from her, so close to not having to be further away ever again.

“- I will be waiting.” she finishes, and turns around without looking back.

(He will always remember her disappearing from him, like it is her burden, his curse, their fate, a cosmic joke.)


“Ten men is not an army of a hundred. It’s a suicide mission.”

He flinches, and his grip on his bag is about to loosen when he realizes that her grip on her arms aren’t. This is the Krestel Dawn he fell in love with, and it is also the woman who decides this civil war can be ignored if she just doesn’t dare to fight back.  

“My friends needs me. The scientist must be stopped.”

“They are my friends, too! How can you trust Draven again? Joreth, please-”

“I’m doing what’s right. It’s not about me choosing you, or the other way around.”

Her reflex makes her yell back: “This war has gone long enough and they are committing genocide! I would never make this about us!”

The paradox of his life wishes she had hit him instead.

“But don’t make me admit it-” she is not letting him close to her for this - “ - don’t make me admit I won’t survive losing you.”


Baze’s off-key singing - crowing, more like - wakes them, and he mutters against her collarbone that the stoves in his house is in perfect condition to avoid the labor of building a bonfire. She starts to smile so wide, that Kay glares at her when he bursts into the room to make his friend get up and help.

Leia and Bodhi starts to bicker about the best way to skin game, and Cassian joins, but not really taking sides. In the house, Chirrut lets her hover, and assigns her to take dishes and plates out, then when all’s set and done, stays by the fire and watches it crack open and blacken the wood. He joins her last, and with the whole group, indulges in the grilled protein and seasoned vegetables as dusk approaches. The forest closes in on them, but the laughter, the songs and the stories from Han’s adventures are, a long while since, not tainted by fear.

Jyn uses the opportunity of gather up more wood for air, so she sits on the pile of cherry wood and breathes.

She is thinking of it when motors grinds to a halt behind her. The pick axe is in her hand without her realizing it, and trained upon Anakin Skywalker, with his arms above his head. Even his mask over his mouth cannot disguise his grin.

“I bring friends.” The man exclaims, gesturing with a flourish behind him. Jyn runs forward to reach him then - to tear to hurt to pain - as Luke, with shackles still around his wrists, collapses.


“Willix, I’m at your six.”

“Copy that, Stardust. How’s the view?”

“I’ve seen better.” She knows he can hear her grin because she can hear his.

She reminds herself to complain to him how loud he grinds his boots against the pavement as he crawls forward. “Me in uniform, and with the sun setting as the backdrop? Take a picture -”

“- it lasts longer. It’s the fifth time you used that line on me. Civilians at eleven.”

“Copy that. And it still works, doesn’t it?” For her amusement, or just blatantly tries to copy Captain Solo’s antics, he flexes his backside mid-crawl, and she scoffs.  

“You wish.”

“Oh, I do. Target spotted. Are you with me?”

“All the way.”


“How did this happen?”

He in his tattered coat, his nails etches in the sleeves to stop himself from scratching his palms bloody. He wants Bodhi to stop repeating the question so he can go back to bed.

“We will have another plan.” Minister Organa looks at his through his stapled hands, “They took out a town to get to her and failed. Her cover is blown.”

“Jedha is my fault. But her cover remains intact. The mission can still continue.”

“Galen Erso made his choice. There is nothing left to do.” Some of his fiancé’s pain seeps through her words, and he wants her, wants to hold her, wants to chase away all the pain.

Leia gapes at him, “Cassian- it’s her father-”

“There’s no other way. Even she understands it.”

(Later, he leaves their bed and throws up.

As his prediction, she stills her heaving chest, but keeps her fingers in his hair. “You’re leaving, again.”

He bits his lip: he loathes how she is voicing it not as a question, but it lands between them, flat as a statement. She doesn’t even flinch now, when her father is mentioned.

“Remember me like this, then”, she says; choosing to press the words into his spine, over the ugliest parts of him, makes him writhe and tears jerk to the corners of his eyes, makes him feel how much she means it: “Don’t forget how you feel now, how you make me feel”.)


Her voice is emotionless. “You’re mad.” It’s a statement, and he feels heat climbs up his chest: one fuel from just the existence of her, and another from anger.

He wants to turn over, ignore her and she will eventually leave again, but he decides to look at her, creasing his bad cheek at the stiff pillow. “Does it matter? Are my feelings the answer to anything?” The light is dim enough his eyes struggles to seek out her silhouette. She does what she does best, always hiding from him, concealing even her eyes so he can’t read her.

“They do, for me.” The way she says it makes him want to forget she ever existed.

“If everyone has feelings-” he can’t make this about them, because she never allows him to refer it as what it is, “- they care about above others, the world will constantly be at war.”

“Only in war will your feelings matter to me. Only in war will we ever have met.”

The way she makes him feel makes him want not to exist.


“When was the last time you were in contact with your father?” Cassian Andor asks, moving up to her. His steps takes him from the bask of green light, and she sees him, all of him, in the garb of an Alliance captain.

“Fifteen years ago,” she says. Jyn doesn’t flinch this time.


Jyn! It’s Bodhi.

She fumbles with the comm, his blood slippery between her fingers. Their boots are dragging across the edge of the beach, and the salt water stings her legs.

We can see you! Hang on! We’re coming down -

She feels Cassian’s mouth move over her temple, and she clutches his waist closer to her, and feels his heart thundering.

A/N: i’m never good enough to make any other these aus to full-length fics so i’m cheating
i am also plagiarising myself with a hp ship fic in this format (x) & some scenes are from original works


SUMMARY. She doesn’t fall to her knees, not in front of the colonist and Jacob and Kasumi, but god does she want to; she’s exhausted, and the ache spreads to her bones and she’s too tired to cry anymore but it doesn’t matter, because they’re going to get those colonists — and Kaidan — back if it kills her.
ME2 AU where Kaidan is taken by the Collectors on Horizon.
NOTES. what can i say i enjoy causing my children pain
LINKS. [ ao3 ] [ alyssa’s tag ]

She loses track of how many times she calls out his name.

Out here, in the field, on a mission, it had always been Alenko, or Lieutenant. Never Kaidan, not like it is now as she tears through the colony, checking prefab after empty prefab, searching every chitinous Collector pod she tears open. She can feel Jacob watching her with something that’s not quite pity, and Kasumi offers something that’s almost comfort and nearly understanding — not that it matters, not that Alyssa cares what they say or think about this rare display of complete helplessness, as long as they help her search.

She calls his name out again, voice hoarse and throat straining, and doesn’t think about how many times she’s already called for him.

(She doesn’t think about the last time she was like this — entirely helpless and repeating his name over and over in desperation. Doesn’t think of her back arcing against the bed, of the warmth of his body pressed against her, of the charge of their combined biotics leaving the room wreathed in a blue glow. Doesn’t think of his lips, soft and searching — neck, collarbone, stomach — and the strain in his own voice as he says her name. She doesn’t think about it, and it doesn’t make his absence feel any more acute as she searches.)

They’re running out of thermal clips and Kasumi’s bleeding and there doesn’t seem to be an end to the Collectors. When they finally get the colony defenses online, there’s relief but Alyssa doesn’t share it, not yet; the Collector ship leaves, half the colonists on-board, and she still hasn’t found Kaidan. We’ll keep searching, she tells herself, but as she stands in the middle of the quiet colony and listens as one of the few survivors throws insults and demands at her — they’re gone, he says, and it’s all the Alliance’s fault — she doesn’t argue, and tries not to show the spike of terror that shoots through her when he confirms her fears.

They took her, they took Lilith, he claims, gesturing to the empty sky, and that Alliance soldier. Good riddance.

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Woo hoo, Klaroline IS coming! Okay, now I have that out of my system…

I’m back with another fusion drabble. This initial premise is from the 1997 Alicia Silverstone film called Excess Baggage. All italicised text is quotes from the movie (and a bonus Cher quote from Clueless) and chapter title and lyrics from the soundtrack. Thanks also lovely Jo @fanfantasticworld for the awesome cover. 

Trying to get attention from her wealthy, workaholic father, Caroline stages her own kidnapping throwing her into the path of car thief Klaus Mikaelson.

One Headlight

“There’s got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella we put it all together
We can drive it home, with one headlight.” (The Wallflowers)

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles

“How stupid do you think I am, huh?” He asked pointedly.

“How stupid is there?” She growled by way of response.

“You know, I once stole a Ferrari with a Chihuahua in the back. He made less noise than you do.”

“Are you always this charming to your captives?”

“Only the ones that won’t shut the hell up,” he groaned, changing the radio station to something decidedly less manufactured. When he woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to have an unexpected stowaway on this particular job.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, covering her ears as the sounds of Metallica burst through the speakers, filling the car. “I’m a strictly Britney Spears and Taylor Swift kind of girl.”

“Figures,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“Rich, spoilt brat likes girlie pop music,” he drawled. “How original.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“On the contrary I have learnt more than I need to know about you in the past fifteen minutes because you haven’t stopped rambling in my ear. Trust me, I’m regretting ever removing that gag from your mouth.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault you kidnapped me,” she growled, pulling at the tight restraints bounding her wrists together.

“Yes,” he muttered. “I was the one who threw you in the trunk of your own car. I may be a thief but I’m not into abduction and excess baggage, especially with someone as high maintenance as you, princess.”

“Says the guy with the warm personality,” she shot back. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking the nearest mall,” he murmured, his eyes trained firmly on the road. “I’m sure you’re just dying to do some shopping or whatever it is you do with your time.”

“So, that’s what you think? I’m just a ditz with a credit card?”

“You said it not me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to go to the mall,” she pouted.

“Since when did I become a bloody cab service? Okay, how about a spa? You could get one of those mani-pedi things.”

“A callous car thief knows something about beauty treatments?”

“Now who’s typecasting whom?” He shot back for her benefit. “What can I say, I have a little sister that won’t shut up, she kind of actually reminds me of you, princess.”

“I have a name you know.”

“And I have no interest in knowing it given you’ll be out of the car in a few minutes hopefully,” he muttered.

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“So… you’re telling me that you’re a werewolf?”

“Yeah. Yes, I am.”

“Like… an actual living, breathing werewolf?” One delicate brown eyebrow arched high above a stormy iris, mouth pulled down in skepticism after delivering her deadpan question. Artemis waited for the punch line, the laughter, for his troll friend– Dick, she thought had been his name– to jump out behind him wearing a cheap plastic wolf mask.

But Wally West simply stared at her, no hint of amusement present on his lightly freckled face. His green eyes stayed on her face, darting between both of her eyes, and she spotted something more intense than anything in the pinch of his brow.

“How many times can I say yes?” he asked with a slight hitch in his voice; the question lacked any sort of bite. He sounded almost scared, which was completely and utterly ridiculous, because there was no way on Earth that he was actually a– “I’m a werewolf, okay? I wasn’t going to tell you but… we sort of figured that if you’re going to being hanging out with us, you should be in the know. It’s only fair. And it… it, you know, gives you the opportunity to leave, if you want.” He paused, tilted his head aside and gave her an askance look. “You don’t want to leave, do you?”

Artemis blinked at him, her heart pounding, and for once it wasn’t because of the way he looked so goddamn adorable when his messy bangs brushed against his forehead as he looked at her. Now, instead, it was with a sense of dread curdling in the pit of her stomach.

Oh, god, why are the hot ones always insane?

“Artemis,” Wally pressed, his brows tenting in worry. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that the only reason I might want to leave is because you’re obviously completely insane,” she choked out, taking a half step back from him. She would have been dying laughing at the situation, if he hadn’t been looking at her so imploringly, like this was some kind of life or death scenario; she didn’t think she had ever seen such a dark and serious expression upon his usually happy and expressive visage.

All laughter had died in her throat.

“You don’t believe me,” Wally stated, his posture relaxing and his mouth forming into what she could only consider a shallow pout. He looked upset.

Now Artemis laughed, but it sounded strained even to her own ears.

“Of course I don’t! Wally, that’s fucking insane! It’s not October, can’t you at least wait until Halloween month to start busting out the spooky jokes or… whatever the hell this is?” 

“It’s not a joke!” the redhead exclaimed. “It’s true! I swear to you!” He let out a frustrated sigh and ran one hand along the length of his face. Then he ran that same hand through his hair, and Artemis felt her traitorous heart stutter in glee at the sight of his messy red locks becoming even messier. “I figured you, of all people, Artemis…” He shook his head slowly. “You always seemed so open-minded… you sure as hell aren’t afraid to speak your mind, at any rate.”

Artemis felt her hackles raise a bit. 

“Are you suggesting I’m close-minded just because I find it a little bit hard to believe that you’re a fucking furry mythical creature?”

What had happened to this day? So much for all the flirtatious banter she had planned on starting, now she was just wondering if maybe she was barking up the wrong tree… a werewolf tree, apparently. Jesus christ, now she was starting to feel a bit unhinged.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” Wally said, taking a step closer to her. A gentle summer breeze ruffled his thin button-up and brought with it the scent of his subtle cologne and fabric softener. “Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?”

She opened her mouth, but then closed it. His words gave her pause; it was true, after all. She’d only known him and the rest of their friends for about three months, but even in that short time she’d come to trust and rely on them as if they were her extended family. And truthfully, they were. 

Not that she wanted to go getting all deep and sentimental about it right now. The point was… Wally had a point.

“Well… no, not really, but–”

“No buts!” Wally interrupted, a tentative smile stretching his lips, and fuck it all, even with his sanity being in question, her brain still delighted in the idea of her snatching his full bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nibble. She bit her own lip at the thought and had to tear her eyes away from his mouth before she did something incredibly stupid.

He had a habit of making her feel a little more reckless than usual.

“Well,” she said after clearing her throat, letting her head tilt back to gaze at him. “If you are actually a… you know, werewolf… then prove it.”

His eyes widened. “What!?”

Artemis pursed her lips, raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms, challengingly. 

“Yeah. Show me. If you really are one, then I think it’s only fair I get to see it. You said it yourself, I have no reason not to trust you… and I do trust you, but I still need to see it for myself.”

A smile graced his features again, and her knees knocked a little. 

“Okay. Okay! Yeah.” He ran his fingers through his hair, damn him. “But not here, obviously. It has to be somewhere private, where no one can see us.”

Just her and Wally? She could get behind that.

“Okay, let’s go,” Artemis said, and turned on her heel to march across the grass of the park, but she was stopped by a yelp and a large hand closing over her skinny wrist. She rounded on him. “What?”

“Not now, Artemis!” He looked down at their hands and quickly released her, biting into his lower lip as heat flared across both their faces. “I’d rather it be at night, and maybe tomorrow at that. I’ve got some stuff to do this evening with my uncle.”

“Okay. Name the time and place, then.”

“Okay… um, you know where the dog pound is, right? A few blocks down from the Happy Harbor Highschool?” Wally asked.

“Yeah, I know the one,” the blonde mused, mentally marking it’s location.

“There’s a decent sized forest that hasn’t been developed over not far from there. I go there a lot to… shift. How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 7, and then we can walk there, and I’ll show you?”

“Okay,” Artemis smirked, then leveled him with a threatening stare. “But if you don’t show up–”

Wally laughed. “Believe me, I’ll be there! And uh… don’t eat before then, okay? I’m totally going to bring a picnic basket full of sandwiches. Shifting makes me hungry as shit.”

The blonde laughed huskily, still unable to wrap her mind around what he had told her… then her mind screeched to a halt as his words caught up to her.

“Wait a minute…did you just basically ask me out on a date to watch you turn into a werewolf?”

mrbarbacarisi  asked:

What about Sonny secretly learning Spanish or his own time so he can surprise Rafael with his knowledge? And maybe he does this when Elisa is about 5 and she gives him lessons on his pronunciation. Maybe she even puts her little fingers on his cheeks to show him how to make the right sounds. Then Rafael walks in and gets cuteness overload.



Okay, but Sonny would totally do this at the exact age that you’re talking about – when Elisa is five – because that’s her age when he and Rafael start looking into and officially decide to adopt Oliver!

So Sonny knows that, soon enough, there’ll be two little Spanish-speaking, bilingual babies running around the house in addition to his husband, and Sonny kinda doesn’t wanna be left out of all that?!

Good God, dinner in their house would be a nightmare for him. Elisa and Rafael by themselves like to leave him out of conversations as it is just to tease him. And with a second baby being able to participate in all of that? Sonny would never know what the hell was going on in his own house.

So while he’s bathing he and Rafael’s baby girl one night before bed, while Rafael’s still at the office, he tells Elisa, “Bunny, I want you to teach me how to speak Spanish as good as you and daddy do. Okay?”


Because daddy, her strong, smart, superhero of a daddy, is asking her to teach him something?! She knows something that daddy doesn’t?!

Oh, she takes the entire task so seriously.

After splashing around in her bubbles excitedly and getting a laughing Sonny pretty much soaked right through his button-up, she cries, “Okay, daddy! We start school tomorrow night!”

And then once Sonny gets home from work the next evening, he barely gets a foot in the door and a “goodbye” out to Elisa’s nanny before his little girl is dragging him down to the couch and she’s turning the TV off for “concentration, daddy”.

Their first lesson, according to Elisa, is how to say “I love you”. Because, “If you tell papi I love you in Spanish he’ll give you soooo many kisses, daddy!”

And Elisa is so cute, all concentrated and focused on Sonny while he tries to get the words and the pronunciation right all within the range of his own accent, and eventually Elisa just throws her hands up in exasperation and says, “Here, daddy, let me help!” before putting her little fingers on his cheeks so that she can help him make the sounds better.

This goes on for about three nights – Sonny learns how to say, “I love you” and “My name is” in this time – before Rafael ends up at home early for once and walks in on the most heart-stoppingly adorable scene that he’s ever witnessed.

His little Latina girl, speaking Spanish while holding her daddy’s cheeks in her hands, looking right into his blue eyes as she babbles away and says something that he’s absolutely positive Sonny does not understand, and it’s so freaking cute, how confused Sonny looks as she moves his cheeks and instructs him to repeat after her, and Sonny blushes the deepest red that Rafael’s ever seen when he finally looks up and sees Rafael standing in the doorway.

Then Elisa looks over and sees him and tackles him and hugs his legs as she always does, wrinkling the lines of his suit pants as she looks up at him and says, “Hi, papi, did you put the bad guys away today?! I’m teaching daddy how to say I love you like we do!”

And then she’s skipping back over to Sonny on the couch, taking her seat back across from him and putting her fingers underneath his cheeks and instructing, all serious like a proper teacher, “Okay, daddy, repeat after me: Te amo.”

Poor Sonny, he’s blushing so hard at this point, because he knows that he’s gonna look like a fool, that the words are gonna be all mangled by the roughness of his accent, so he murmurs out as quietly as he can, “Te amo.” which just annoys Elisa to no end.

She says, “Louder, daddy! So papi can hear how good I teached you!”

So Sonny sighs, and repeats, louder this time, “Te amo.” and Elisa removes her hands from his cheeks and sits back proudly, looking at Rafael across from them, and asking, “See, papi, didn’t I teach daddy so good?!”

Ugh, and Rafael’s heart is practically bursting out of his chest at this point after watching the cuteness of he and Sonny’s little girl trying to teach his sweet his husband how to speak their language.

So he picks her up and presses kisses to her smiling cheeks, whispering over and over to her, “Te amo, conejito” before he plops himself down beside Sonny, who’s smiling and still flushed, albeit for different reasons now. 

Then Rafael’s kissing behind his ear and making Sonny shiver underneath his lips as he whispers, “Te amo, love. More than you could ever know.”