i can see him now if he had survived

punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.


She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.


Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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imagine surviving a zombie outbreak with jungkook.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

—obviously inspired by dead days.

  • the day they announced it a pandemic jungkook rushed home from school and waited for his parents to come home; they never did.
  • he’s among the first to realise if he wants help his best bet is to go out there and find it.
  • also he’s hopeless at rationing food, so he has to get moving soon.
  • having observed the undead from his window, jungkook knows he’ll have to kill to survive, and after seeing what they’re capable of he quickly comes to terms with that fact.
  • meaning his neighbour’s beagle somehow got out on day three, so on day four he drops his dad’s bowling ball from the balcony onto the head of the zombie that killed it.
  • and after his first kill spends the day dissociating and dry-heaving.
  • when over a week has passed he packs necessities and what little food he has left and straps on a few pieces of protective gear, left over from sports he’s played over the years, opting for maximum mobility.
  • those necessities include: all the wet wipes, antiperspirant, toothbrush, toothpaste, clean shirts, soap, first aid kit, his mother’s perfume.
  • jeon jungkook, nicest smelling boy in the entire zombie apocalypse.
  • because that’s how he clings to his humanity, to the remnants of civilisation: hygiene.
  • he’ll eat actual garbage but he’s gotta feel clean while doing it.
  • everyone’s got their Thing, and that’s his.
  • anyway after the chaos of that first week a deafening silence settles in the building you live in. so when you hear one of the doors to the stairwell open, you immediately rush to the peephole to see who’s stupid enough to venture into the stairwell.
  • of course it’s jungkook.
  • you go to the same school as jungkook, and while he may not know you, he has quite the reputation himself, as far as beating almost every sporting record he set his mind to goes, except archery.
  • when he passes by you call out to him through the door and the poor boy nearly shits himself. he’s still there though, when you open the door and tell him you know him from school.
  • you let him in and, much to your surprise, he seems to recognise you, he even gets your name right on the second try.
  • you’re in the same situation as him, all alone and beginning to lose hope that help would eventually come, you had even begun preparing to leave.
  • your dad had taken the bike to work that fateful morning one week ago and now you hold up his car-keys for jungkook to see, “can you drive?”
  • “i can try,” jungkook never got the chance to pass his test, but he’s your best bet, just as you’re his.
  • and that’s how you two end up more or less driving off into the sunset together, to survive another day.
  • “wait, was it you who dropped that bowling ball on mr. evans from 81b?”
  • you’re in charge of rations, because jungkook is not to be trusted around the food and he’s not too proud to admit it.
  • he deadass wants to go live in the mountains until all this has passed and you’re like ?? i’m not starving to death jeon forget it.
  • you constantly have to remind him he’s not bear grylls.
  • which isn’t easy because he’s somehow got eagle scout level survivor skills despite only having been camping like once when he was five.
  • and honES TL Y the legs on this boy, good luck keeping up with him it’d be quicker if he carried you everywhere.
  • on that note he carries you on his back whenever you’re tired or injured.
  • and he still finds time to be childish and playful. 
  • there’s a tree in your path? you bet he’s gonna fucking climb it. passing an abandoned playground? before you can blink he’s on the jungle gym like “look at me!!!!!!”
  • will insists he’s “scouting.”
  • and it’s the little things that keep you sane. jungkook wanted to be a singer and when he feels safe has a tendency to hum and sing to himself.
  • insists he needs less sleep than you so he always takes first watch, and when you can’t sleep you coax him into singing for you.
  • just kinda vocalises his way through the lyrics he doesn’t remember, because he has no way of looking them up. and also through the sexual lyrics because welp awkward.
  • eventually you know his entire repertoire and can even make requests.
  • he exercises to stay awake. like, you wake up in the middle of the night because you think you heard a zombie groan but it’s just jungkook doing sit-ups next to you.
  • senses you stirring and starts muttering “hundred and six, hundred and seven, hundred and-” but let’s be real he only did like, eleven.
  • also otherwise doing press-ups whenever he finds a flat, uncluttered surface. where’s jeon ?? probably on the ground around here somewhere like “ah, this is tiring.”
  • and you’re like “how?? why?? you’ve only had a can of tuna to eat in two days, where do you even get the energy??”
  • “gotta stay in shape if i’m gonna keep saving your clumsy ass.”
  • he’s so apprehensive of the other survivors you cross paths with some of them genuinely thought he was mute.
  • until they try to separate the two of you because jungkook is not fucking having that no way do you wanna wrestle or what
  • imagine you get to shower for the first time in a while and jungkook insists you go first because he’ll just use all the water, so you suggest you just shower together and make the best of what little water you have.
  • can’t look you in the eyes for a while after that because he’s seen you naked now and you smell nicer than you have in weeks.
  • imagine huddling for warmth, and cuddling for comfort.
  • or patching him up after another close call.
  • you have to be the responsible one, the decisive one, but in return jungkook will be your rock, your protector, steadfast and strong, never cracking under pressure, not even the weight of the world ending can faze him when he has you to worry about.
  • it doesn’t take long for him to realise that he could never leave you behind. he’ll carry you to the literal end of the world if he has to, doesn’t matter if it kills him; he’s not facing the apocalypse without you.
  • after almost losing you once, he confesses that the way he sees it he has no reason to carry on without you. he lives and survives to protect you.
  • never whines that he’s hungry or tired, because he knows you are too. he might complain that his clothes smell, or that he hasn’t washed in a while, but whenever you ask if he’s alright the answer is always going to be that he’s “okay if you are.”

but imagine: 

vox machina has defeated vecna, and everyone is celebrating, shouting and jumping around, not even thinking about the rebuilding ahead of them. vax feels a hand on his shoulder.

“you’ve done well. are you ready to say your goodbyes, my champion?”

he turns. he’s a little ways away from the group. the raven queen is standing behind him, expressionless as always. vax looks down at his hand, sees it turning transparent, an illusion. he looks back at vox machina, at his family, his sister, the woman he loves. they don’t notice him, off to the side. he doesn’t know what they can see.

he says, “i’m ready. take me now.”

the raven queen seems to look behind him, at the others. “you don’t wish to say goodbye?”

and vax takes a long last look at them. at grog, lifting both scanlan and pike over his shoulders, roaring with delight. at keyleth, dancing a goofy victory dance, still the awkward druid he fell in love with even with the mantle on her shoulders. at his sister embracing percy, and he had never imagined, in all the years they struggled to survive, that he would ever see her this happy. 

“i think this is the best goodbye.” he says. “i don’t want them to see.”

“as you wish.” says the raven queen, taking his hand.

and a moment later, vex turns, looking for her twin, wanting to embrace him, too-

but he’s gone. 

Mockery (Negan x Lana)

Summary: Lana is the queen of sass. Negan may have just met his match. 

Characters: Negan x Alana

Word Count: 3,560

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @i-dont-have-a-harp who sent:

Would you be able to do a fic with a girl called Alana (Lana as a nickname) where she’s super sassy and is taken during the lineup from Alexandria? Negan takes a liking to her but she refuses to fall for him, until he begins showing a softer side when it’s just the two of them, but Lana is too stubborn to admit it until something puts her and Negan in danger? 

I had too much fun writing this. Love me a sassy character. This one is jam-packed with sass, fluff and smut. I hope it’s to your liking. 

Thank you thank you thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback! (Seriously! Send me asks and you’ll make my whole week)

Originally posted by smuttwd

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I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)


“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”


It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.


A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.


Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.


Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

Season 7 Deleted Scenes!

First and foremost, i’m freaking out. 

I’m delighted that they originally did address him going with Mickey, and I want to break this down because I feel like Ian haters are probably going to have a field day with this. 


Notice the way he’s trying to be so dismissive about his experience. As though he’s trying to convince himself that what he was doing was stupid, but when I look in his eyes I do not see that feeling there. I see an emotional wall that we see basically anytime something doesn’t work out. Both families in the show have a habit of dismissing what doesn’t work out as stupid or unnecessary or otherwise undesirable so that they can put themselves above the hurt that disappointment inflicts. And I think that’s what he is doing here. 

Ian has never really expressed how he feels about Mickey to Lip. Through the whole show, the only exception is when he talked about Mickey getting married and blurts everything he is thinking and feeling clearly without thinking about who he’s talking to… but look at what happened when he did that. Lip dismissed how Ian was feeling and dismissed any validity in Ian’s feelings about Mickey. He told him to go fuck someone new, remember? He wasn’t concerned about Mickey’s safety after Ian told Lip what happened with Terry, wasn’t concerned about Ian’s feelings for Mickey… He just told him to get over it. Any time that Lip talks down about Mickey, Ian never defends him and I’ve maintained to this day that the reason is he doesn’t want to start that argument because he knows it’s going to get ugly if he ever does try to defend Mickey. I think Ian just always told himself that he knows the truth about Mickey and that’s all that matters. This situation is no different. 

When Lip asks why he didn’t do it, Ian immediately looks hopeful that maybe Lip supports him for once. He looks hopeful that maybe someone will agree that he made a mistake in not going with him across the border. Of course that is way too much to hope for with Lip, and Ian quickly realizes that mistake when Lip says of course he shouldn’t have gone with him, that he was surprised he didn’t finish out the trip. But notice that Ian second guessed. He probably had been battling this since Mickey took off without him. I saw it when he was on the busride home, and was disappointed that it wasn’t addressed from there… But it was!

Now notice Ian’s smile as Lip is making fun of how pale he is and what he would have had to do to survive down there, and Ian almost looks fond at the thought. Like he would have been glad to do that because that was the last of his worries at that moment. I think that Ian also smiled fondly because Mickey teased him about burning up like a mother fucker (even though Mickey is kinda paler than Ian???), and also because he can see it. I think Lip being so descriptive about what he would have to do down there for his skin is putting an image in Ian’s head and to me he almost looks longing, like he would have been completely satisfied with doing all of that if it meant being there with him.

I don’t think that I need to say anything about Lip’s line about Ian going “loco” with Mickey around… But I’ll say it anyway and I swear I’ll try to make it quick. We all know that the only reason it appears Ian went crazy when Mickey was around was because Ian was manic before anyone realized that he was manic. Of course I would love to remind Lip that Mickey wasn’t the one shoving narcotics down his throat or up his nose, he wasn’t the one who got Ian a job at gay gentlemen’s club, and Mickey wasn’t the one who told him to steal a helicopter. Mickey wasn’t the one who told him to steal his baby, Mickey wasn’t the one who told him to steal suitcases, he wasn’t the one who told him to do basically any of the things that Ian did when he was manic. I don’t blame him for those things and neither does Mickey, because he was unmedicated and out of control of his actions. It’s just really damn annoying that everyone puts the blame on Mickey when Ian’s life goes wrong, as though Ian played absolutely no role in it (and might I add that nothing in Ian’s life really went wrong before he was manic due to Mickey, either. Mickey didn’t really affect his life except giving him someone his own age to hang out with and have sex with. He was punched by Terry, but I think that’s pretty minor compared to everything that Mickey suffered Pre 3x666 indirectly due to Ian. Getting shot twice, going to Juvie twice, being outed twice…) I’d also like to add that of course it would look like Ian went crazy whenever Mickey was around because NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND IAN WHEN HE WAS MANIC SO OF COURSE IT LOOKS LIKE THAT WHEN MICKEY IS THE ONLY ONE AROUND HIM!!!! *deep. breath* 

i’m going to go ahead and wrap up because I feel like this argument is obvious, and add it to the list of times that Lip tore Mickey down for absolutely no reason. 

At the very end of the deleted scene, after Ian very excitedly relayed that the sex with Mickey was “fucking fantastic” (of course we all knew that… ;) ), Lip says he’s glad Ian came back, and as the scene ends, Ian doesn’t look so sure. The clip I have looks minorly incomplete so I don’t know if that was definitely the end of the deleted scene, but that teeny glimpse we do get definitely doesn’t look like Ian is super happy to be home.

My overall thoughts on the scene are that I am very resentful that they cut this, even moreso than the 5x01 deleted scene, but I think they did it because they knew the direction they were going to take with Ian chasing Trevor, at least in the beginning. And I think they included it on the DVD, i’m assuming that’s where this person who uploaded the scene got it from, because they want to bait Gallavich fans into watching season 8. I think they want us to see that look on Ian’s face, and hear the way that Ian loved his time with Mickey, and hold on. And I don’t know if I’m delighted or disgusted, it depends on where they go with season 8, I guess. 

I want to know your thoughts, reblog, comment, send me asks, but I want to know what everyone else thinks about this. I think this is a really important scene that they excluded from season 7, and I’m very frustrated by that.


You had been a vampire for a while now, but the time in which Valentine had captured you was the worst.
You couldn’t even say how you had managed to escape. Maybe it was luck, maybe fate, you didn’t really care. All you cared about was being back at the hotel and in front of Raphaels penthouse.

Weakly, you opened the door and walked inside. Raphael was sitting on the couch, looking devastated. But when he saw you, it seemed like he was seeing a ghost. You probably looked like one, right now or at least  more dead than alive… even more than usually…

“(Y/n)?” His voice was only a whisper.
Even as hurt as you were, you managed to smile lightly at him. “I thought I’d lost you.”

With vampire speed he was next to you in a second, holding you up.
“You think Valentine can keep me away from you, Raphael?”, you gave back with a smile.

Maybe the last few days had been the worst in your living and undead life but coming back to Raphael was worth surviving it. 

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Jealous Book 2 Part 1

Liam x Reader, Theo x Reader

Summary: In which Liam Dunbar loses Y/n McCall to Theo Raeken, thinking he stopped loving her.

Warning: Swearing, cheating

Notes: Previously, I had Jealous Book 1 for Liam x Reader, now it is Liam x Reader x Theo :) Enjoy!

“What are we doing down here, Li?” You ask your boyfriend as he brings you down the tunnels, where you best friend got sent to hell.

“Making the worst decision I ever made in my entire life.” He says, holding Kira’s sword that her mom gave Liam. He shoves it into the ground. The floor cracks and makes a hole in the ground. Smoke fills the area as someone steps out. They are quick to pin Liam against the wall.

“Where’s my sister?”

“She’s dead. You killed her, remember?”

“I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna kill all of you.” Theo looks around the area, eyes landing on you. 



“She’s mine now, back off. Do you know what this does?” Liam says gesturing to the sword. Theo steps back. 

“Hey don’t be mean!” You say, defending Theo. Liam growls, but you growl back.

“What do you want from me?” Liam starts to explain what he wanted to do with Theo. Liam and Mr. Douglas then experimented on him if he still had Josh’s powers but he didn’t.

“Send him back.” Mr. Douglas said, eyeing Theo down with suspicion

“No!” You yell. Liam growls at you, eyes flashing amber. You scoff at his childish reactions.

“Who’s making the decisions now? Where’s Scott? Where’s Stiles?”

“You remember Stiles?” Liam asks. 

“Why wouldn’t I remember Stiles?”

“He’s helpful! Let him stay babe.” You pout. Liam furrows his eyebrows and reluctantly nods.

Liam had just made the worst decisions of his life.

“You don’t have to stop.” Theo mumbles as Malia punches him repeatedly. 

“I wasn’t gonna.” Malia’s claws come out and Theo widens his eyes. Scott, Liam and you pull them apart. You tend Theo.


“T. I missed you.”

“I missed you so much.” A growl is heard from behind you. You roll your eyes.

“If you continue to care about Theo, I would send him back!”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I say facing Liam with amber eyes. Scott steps in with his alpha eyes and the two of you stop staring intensely at each other.

“He’s going back to the ground!”

“He remembers Stiles!”

“Scott remembers Stiles, Lydia and I remember Stiles.”

“If you guys want Stiles back, you got to keep him for now.” You say. 

“He knows about the wild hunt. He can help us.”

“Liam I don’t think it’s a good idea.”


“Liam I need to talk to you for a second alone.” Scott and Liam walk out. You decide to listen to their conversation.

“You really think keeping Theo is a good idea? I mean, he and Y/n had a good relationship before everything happened.”

“I don’t think so, But he can be helpful! I’m trying to help. I don’t want to be useless.” Scott pats Liam on the back and they walk back in together.

“Can’t we just kill him?”

“No. Mrs. Yukimura gave me the sword. He’s my responsibility now.”

“We can’t trust him. He tried to get you to kill me. He killed your girlfriend.”

“That’s not all true.” You mumble.

“Theo might be our only chance to get back Stiles. it might be a mistake using Theo, but everyone makes mistakes. You’ve made some mistakes when you were learning to become an alpha.”

Hesitantly Scott gives in.

Liam explains his plan to Theo. He wants to capture a ghost rider. 

“I’ll help if Malia promises not to kill me.” Malia growls

“She promises.” Malia disagrees. She says that she will not be part of the plan and leaves.

“Scott. can I stay over?”

“No.” Scott says

“Yes.” You say

“No.” Liam says.

“Scott? Please? Just one night.”

“Okay fine. But no funny business. You have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t allow.”

“Liam, please babe.” You pout.




“One night and nothing else.” You give your boyfriend puppy eyes. 

“Fine. But if he’s staying over, I am too.”

“Yay thanks babe.” You kiss him on the cheek, before dragging Theo up to your room.

“I’ll keep the door open!” You yell as you hear Liam follow you up. Once you and Theo reach your room, he sits on your bed and you sit on your computer chair.

“You’re a werewolf now?”

“Yea. I’m my brother’s beta unfortunately. It happened the day you got sent to hell. I went unconscious from the cut the beast gave me and Scott had to bite me so I could survive.”

“I see. Must suck to be your brother’s beta.”

“It does suck, now he can tell me to do things using two different titles.”

“That was the same day you and Liam started dating?” You nod.

“I still love you Y/n.”

“I always have. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you 3 months ago.”

“It’s okay, you were already injured and you were human.”

“I still have the same picture of us on Instagram as my profile picture. Even with Liam’s protests, I didn’t take it down.”

“Everyone hates me, don’t they?”

“No, not me. Theo, you’re my best friend.”

“No you don’t.”

“Stop Theo. Please. I love you. They may hate you for lying and betraying them, but I will never hate you.” You get up and kneel down in front of Theo.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Damn right you don’t.” A mumble is heard from outside your door.

“Liam!” You yell before turning back to Theo.

“I don’t have a heart.”

“You do. You do. Is this about you being in hell with your sister?” Theo starts to cry. You hug him.

“Theo, babe. It’s okay.” You coo. You sit down on the bed beside him as he sobs. Slowly he falls asleep, leaving you in an awkward position.

You try to slowly get Theo to lie down without waking him up. Successfully doing so, you walk out your room, turning off the light and closing the door in the process. All of a sudden you are face to face with Liam.

“Where are you gonna sleep now?” 

“I’m staying with him.” You smell the anger from Liam.

“No. Keeping him was the worst idea ever.”

“He’s changed Liam. Give him a chance.”

“Why are you always on his side?”

“Because he’s my best friend!”

“I’m your boyfriend!”

“I do what I think is right.”

“You think bringing Theo back was right?”

“Li, you wanted to help! I believe it was a good choice.”

‘Was it a good choice because of that or because of something else?”

“Liam! I f*cking hate you. Get out of my house because it seems to me like my boyfriend doesn’t trust me anymore!” You raise your voice.

“Gladly.” Liam states before leaving. You re-enter your room, cuddling into Theo’s warm arms and silently cry yourself to sleep.

“Sup Y/n.” Corey says as he walks towards you at the roof. You guys were planning on capturing a ghost rider and you two were in charge of watching out.

“Sup Corey.”

“Who knew this would be so stressing?”

“I know right.”

“What’s up with you and Liam?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“Nothing.” You sighed.

“Is it Theo?” You nod.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but Liam has been hanging out with Hayden a lot lately.” Something stings your heart.

“Why do you tell me all these upsetting things?”

“Sorry. I can’t keep my mouth shut when it comes to my best friend.” You laugh and hug him. You see Parrish walking into the small cabin. 

“Parrish is here.”

“I should go around the boundary again.” Corey gets up and starts to leave.

“Stay safe.” You suddenly felt a tight knot in your stomach. Something was gonna happen tonight. 

As Corey left, you focused on his heartbeat, until you couldn’t hear it. Worried you got down from the roof to take a look. Mr. Douglas walks past you, holding a whip. Curious, you follow him. He stops and you quickly hide behind a tree.

“Mr. Douglas, what are you doing here?” You hear Corey ask. You turn to take a look.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.” The teacher says as he throws the whip around Corey’s neck until green smoke replaces his body. Tears sting out of your eyes as you run back to the cabin. When you enter, the ghost rider is dead.

“What did you do?”

“It was Mr. Douglas. He ate his brain”

“Scott was right. I was wrong. I’m sending you back.”

“Theo’s right, it’s Mr Douglas.”

“He ate his pineal gland. Those murders have been going on for weeks.” Mason adds.

“The whip’s gone.”

“He took it. And he took Corey.” You hug Mason tightly as he processes what you just said.

“Y/n are you okay?” Theo asks from behind the cell he was in. You leaned against the bars.

“No.” You say sadly. Hayden and Liam start discussing a plan to defeat the ghost riders, but is constantly getting interrupted by Theo.

“Guess who knows all about Mr. Douglas?” While the three make their deal, Mason stands beside you.

“It hurts Mason.”

“We’ll get him back, don’t worry.”

“Weirdly how am I more upset than you?”

“He’s been with you through a lot. When you got resurrected, he was the only one who talked to you. It’s okay if you’re sad.” You take out the cell phone you found while trying to find Corey.

“I found his cell. It’s a relic.” Mason takes the phone and opens the camera. He goes through pictures of them together, along with some pictures of you being silly.

“It’s just us, mostly. Is that weird?”

“No, it means he loves you.”

“You want me to tell you about Douglas. Break the sword.” Theo says.

“What’s going on?” Both Liam and Theo ignore you.

“You break, I talk. Come on guys. Look, I don’t want in anyone’s pack. I don’t want anyone’s power. I just wanna stay alive.”

“How do we know you’re not gonna run when we let you out?”

“Because I’m not letting him out. He’s staying right in the cell, away from Y/n.” You growl. Liam breaks the sword. Theo starts to tell the story.

After Theo finishes the story. Liam walks up to you.

“Come on Y/n, We got to tell Scott about this.” 

“I want to stay here. Please?” You pout. He shakes his head a few times.


“Mason!” You scream as he turns into green smoke. The ghost riders have arrived.

“Hayden!” Liam runs to save her. You watch as Liam pulls Hayden back. Two ghost riders had got their whip on Hayden’s arms. 

“Liam, You have to find Scott.”

“I’m not leaving you.” Your heart breaks. Theo grabs your hand from his cell and gives you a gentle squeeze. Liam pulls even harder.

“You have to. You can save me from the other side. I believe in you.” Liam finally gives in. 

“I love you.” Ouch.

“Then go.” Liam lets go and watches Hayden disappear into green smoke. Liam then leaves. 

“Babygirl, it’s okay to cry. It will make you feel better.” You start to cry.

“I hate him. I hate him so so much.”

Scott has been calling your mom’s phone.


“Scott, Y/n, your mom’s gone. But she’s still alive.” We discuss a bit more about the wild hunt before the sheriff comes in. 

“I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles.” The sheriff explains that he remembers his son.

“We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.” He continued to explain how he remembered Stiles.

“And then the strangest thing happened.” He then explained that he saw some type of rift. A bright light and a male figure appeared. Lydia figured something out.

“You remembered Stiles and then a new rift was created. If the Sheriff can do it… maybe we can.”


“By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything.”

The group part ways. But Liam stays.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you.” Scott looks between the two of you.


“No. Scott Stay.” Scott stays.

“It doesn’t matter where I go, because this is my house too, so I can always eavesdrop.”

“I think-“

“You don’t love me anymore, do you? You fell in love with Hayden. You cheated on me. I should’ve believed Corey. I hate you so f*cking much right now.”

“Y/n… I can explain.”

“Explain to me how you told Hayden you loved her right in front of me and then left without saying anything to me. I stayed at the station and fell asleep against the bars of Theo’s cell until he woke me up to tell me that Scott arrived to pick me up.” You raise your voice. Liam flinches.


“No don’t Y/n me. You’re tired of me. You think I still like Theo, after three months? Yes, Theo likes me. I’m with you. Why can’t you trust me? Why did you have to hurt me like that?”

“Then you tell me, if me and Theo were drowning, who would you save?”

“I think we’re done here. I guess now we’re back to being enemies.”

“Fine. I already have my own answer.” Liam storms off.

“This sucks. My otp just broke up in front of me.” Scott gets up from his chair and hugs me. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. everything will be okay. I promise.” You sob into his chest.

“I f*cking hate him.” You mumble.

You lost him. You lost the love of your life.

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Originally posted by fytwolf

Originally posted by blacksimmerr

HAH Ya’ll might’ve thought Liam and Y/n will live on, but I didn’t let it happen! HAH! Don’t worry, there will still be parts with them in it :)

buttercuparry  asked:

May I request a gendrya modern au where gendry's a cop who is investigating a con(wo)man who has led the Freys to destruction and now seems to be doing the same to the lannisters?

“Smith, don’t get too close,” Lem warns him through the earpiece.

“I’m not going to get too close,” Gendry says, holding a styrofoam cup of coffee to his lips to hide their movement.  “I can’t get a good view of her is all.”

“She’s twistier than a cat.  You get too close and she spots you we’ll have to find a different eye for her and we’re under-staffed right now.”

“I know.  I know.  Ever since Beric–”


“I’m just trying to get a better view.”

They’ve been tailing her for weeks–ever since they’d found the remnants of a fake id in Frey’s burned down place.  She clearly hadn’t meant for it to survive, but somehow it had.  Facial recognition software at the precinct hadn’t brought up who she was but Gendry…well, he’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Smith,” Lem barked into the earpiece, but he’s close enough now to see her.  She’s typing into a computer, staring intently at the screen.  She hasn’t noticed him yet, Lem can quit worrying.  Except he won’t.  “Smith.”

Gendry pretends to stumble, knocking his coffee over her table and ripping the chord out of his earpiece so that it won’t work anymore.  “Shit!  Sorry!”

Lightning quick, she grabs the computer away from the coffee that could kill it and her eyes flash up to Gendry and just as he’d known it was her immediately–

“Gendry?” she says slowly.  Her voice is lower now, older than a ten-year-old’s, and he remembers what it’s like when they’d found Harwin, he remembers hearing it thick with emotion like that. 

“Arya?” he breathes.  Breathes because she’s alive.  She’s really, and truly alive.

Gendry’d never thought anything would distract him from his career.  He never thought that he’d ever compromise what he knows to be right, what his marching orders are from the chief, that he’d be the best he could be in a job that–ideally–is about helping people.

But he’d never accounted for Arya.  Maybe Lem’s right.  He shouldn’t have gotten close, he should have stayed back and watched her from afar.  But he’d spent how many years looking for her, hoping that the Hound hadn’t brutalized her the way the Hound had brutalized everyone, only to find that it was she who had somehow flattened The Twins.  

He shouldn’t have been surprised.  He shouldn’t have been relieved.

He shouldn’t have gotten close to her because the moment he did it was like he was sixteen again and the only person who mattered was the ten-year-old who had more spine to her than anyone he’d ever met.  The only thing that mattered was that Arya was alive, and what did it matter if she was working on bringing down the Lannisters–the justice system wasn’t doing it.  They practically owned the justice system.

And maybe it was that he’d liked comic books too much as a kid and Arya was a little too much like Batman.  He was fine being James Gordon.  A little too fine with it.

He can tell she doesn’t trust him–not the way she used to.  Maybe it’s because wherever she’s been, whatever she’s been doing has made it so she can’t trust anyone wholly anymore.  Or maybe a shrewd kid had gotten to be a shrewder adult.  Or maybe she knows he’s a cop somehow.  Some sixth sense.  She’s always had one.

He’s not going to rat her out, though.  He can’t.  There’s some part of him that knows that it’ll mean his badge, his life, but losing Arya again is more than he can bear and he hadn’t realized that would be true until she’d been there on her computer, researching Lannisters.

He knows she’s researching Lannisters.  He’s not stupid.  

She still calls him stupid though.  

It makes his heart sing.

“Are you in it with me?  For true?  And don’t you dare lie.  I’ll know if you do.”

It’s raining and windy and they don’t have an umbrella.  If he were wearing a wire it would be impossible for them to hear her.  She knows.  

He’s not wearing a wire, though.  Lem took him off the case ages ago–after the coffee incident–because he wasn’t following orders.  He benched him and Gendry doesn’t care because being benched means that he can help her and feel less like a good cop gone bad.  Or a bad cop gone good, maybe.  It doesn’t matter.  He doesn’t feel like a cop at all.  He feels like he’s standing with her in the wind and the rain and like they’re kids again.

“Yeah,” he says.  “Yeah, I’m in it for true.”

There’s a fire in her eyes, and the smile on her face isn’t a happy one–it’s a purposeful one and it would be scary if he didn’t know her.

The Lannisters don’t know her.  They don’t know what’s coming for them.  But Gendry does.  And Gendry’s coming with it.


Jonerys Week: Day #4 - Angst

She told him about summer, fruit, and warm days. Just in case. Read the first three parts on AO3 or on my blog

“Yes, you must tell him,” Bran had told her. She couldn’t distrust him, not after all he had seen. She wasn’t even sure if the boy could lie, for it seemed anything that made him human had been sucked out of him and made him almost mechanical. She found herself going through the motions throughout the evening, deep in thought. How could she best break this news to him? Would he think she had lied to him and be cross with her? Would he call the life she carried just a cousin, not a son? Before, the thought would have never crossed her mind, but it was almost as if she no longer knew him. Maybe she had never known him at all truly. Maybe she was still just a foolish girl that had fallen in love with who she’d believed The King in the North to be.

    A year ago, it would seem strange to her, going about her days in the dark. The sun would only be out for a few hours before the long night began again, and each day that time grew shorter. By the time supper was to be held, it had been dark for quite a long while. They didn’t have enough food stored away for feasts, or enough seats for all of the people present. The crowded hall and the smell of the meager rations that were prepared still made her ill. She didn’t remember feeling so sick the first time, but she had been well fed, warm, and not at war the first time as well. Missandei would always bring her up some bread and water, as wine no longer sat right when she drank it. Sometimes, she would stay, but this evening she could not. She was needed elsewhere. That suited Dany just fine. She wasn’t feeling much like talking anyway or eating for that matter. She sat down on the bed, setting her small tray down on the table beside it, promising herself she would eat it later, for the baby’s sake. She stretched out on the bed, looking up at the wood that made up the roof, absently following the grain with her eyes. There were so many paths that could be taken if one followed it, but they all lead to the same place in the end.

    She felt him move more when she was laying down. Ever since she’d first pictured him climbing a lemon tree, she’d thought him to be a boy, at least in her own mind. He moved often as if to make her she hadn’t forgotten he was in there. He could be hungry, or just want some sort of attention. She didn’t know if he could hear the outside world, all of the yelling and the fire. People burning and gasping, the dreadful cries of the Others, and all of the hushed voices at council meetings. He could have heard Jon’s voice at those times as he spoke of the war and death.

    Just in case he could, she would talk to him every night and tell him about summer, fruit, and sailing on warm days. That she loved him, and if there was an afterlife, she would find him there, and he would have an older brother to play with. Night after night, her tears fell, and it made her feel weak, childish, and lonely. She reached for her bread. She could at least eat something so he wouldn’t be hungry. Dany nearly dropped it when there was a knock at the door. She stood up quickly, ignoring the rush of nausea and trying to brush her dress straight before opening the door. She knew that knock, and she knew it would be Jon standing on the other side.

    She stepped aside wordlessly, as she had so many times before to allow him to enter. He closed the door behind him, as he had so many times before, and then they were alone together, face to face, for the first time in two moons. He took a deep breath. “Bran said,” he paused as if to think for a moment. “Bran said that I had to come to you.” Her heart clenched. He’d had to come. It was a duty, just like any other. He must have read her face because he reached to take her hand in apology. She didn’t let him take it.

    “I-I wanted to come. I nearly did a dozen times now, but Bran was the one to talk some sense into me.” His eyes were wide and honest, and for the first time in a long time, she could see a trace of fondness in them. “What he told me before, it was a lot to take in, but when I look from Eddard to Lyanna in the crypts, I see my father and a stranger. When I look at Sansa, I see my sister, the one who never liked me much until recently. I look at Bran and see the boy who I helped teach to shoot arrows, my brother. I can’t look at Arya and see her as anything but the little sister I’ve always loved. Then I look at you and I can’t see anything but the woman I couldn’t help but fall in love with,” he cupped her cheek in his hand, slowly brushing his thumb over her cheek. She was afraid to make eye contact with him. She was so hurt by, felt so abandoned by this man and if she looked at him, she would start to cry. She didn’t want to cry, she needed to keep her queen’s mask on. She couldn’t let him know how afraid she was, how utterly lost she was.

“Look at me, Dany,” he said quietly. She couldn’t help but do so. “I’m so, so sorry. I wish I could take it back, what I said before. We might die tomorrow or the day after, but before we do, if we do, I need you to know that I love you.” She had been right to try to avert her eyes because they were now so blurry with tears she couldn’t see properly. Dany knew she should push him away, tell him that he couldn’t just push her away for two moons and expect that she would have been waiting for him to come back to her. She was supposed to be The Queen. She was supposed to stay strong and cool in the face of whatever came her way. Yet she couldn’t. She wasn’t a queen right now, she was just Dany, a girl not yet twenty, and she was scared, and she loved him, and she needed him right now.

She took the wrist of his hand, and gently pulled it from her cheek down to her stomach. Dany couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She needed him to just know, to just understand. He was kicking, she could feel it, and though she had always been told a woman could feel smaller movements during a second pregnancy, she wondered if maybe Jon could feel it too. He must have, his hand jumped away after a moment, only to return to its original place.

“I thought you couldn’t…”

“I didn’t think I could,”

Jon kissed her for the first time since he’d spoken with Bran and Sam all that time ago, and Dany kissed him back. He was soft, warm, and strong all at once. Somehow that was exactly what she needed. He kissed just over her ear then, where he knew she liked it from nights and nights of practice. “We have to win this war. It’s not safe here as it is, and this is no place for our baby to be born into.”

“Jon, I need to fight, and I’ll be a huge target on Drogon. I’m not quite sure…” she took in a shaky breath, “I’m not quite sure I’ll survive to see him born.” She had cried silently for weeks, but now she couldn’t hold in a sob because the broken look on Jon’s face mirrored everything she’d been struggling with since she’d realized she was pregnant.

“I have the blood of the dragon. I can ride Rhaegal, we’ll split the target,” he said. He must know her well. Enough to know that nothing he said could convince her not to fight. The thought was a bright spot in all of the darkness surrounding them.“Dany, we have to win. We made this life and we have to do anything we can to protect him. Promise me Dany, promise me”

“Anything we can,” she repeated, laying her hand over his on her lower stomach. “I promise.”

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Here’s my aftg summer exchange gift for @sinbinwithfoxesin 

I think i went a little overboard with the word count but i hope you like it :)

It had gone wrong oh so a quickly. They had been driving in the rain down the highway on the way to the next in a long list of motels in their impromptu road-trip then a truck-driver lost control of his vehicle in the rain and Neil, who had fought his way to the driver seat, swerved the best he could but it was too late. The truck hit them full speed at the driver’s side and when Andrew woke up with a headache, a few cuts, and bruised ribs Neil was fighting for his life at the Intensive Care Unit.

Andrew was pissed. He was pissed at the truck-driver for driving when he couldn’t control his vehicle, he was pissed at the nurses for trying to dot on him, he was pissed at the doctors who wouldn’t let him out of bed and into the ICU. Mostly he was pissed at Neil; he was pissed at Neil for insisting on driving, pissed at Neil for turning the car so Neil took the first and heaviest impact, pissed at Neil for lying in the ICU while Andrew walked away with a few scratches; he was pissed at Neil for mattering to him.

When the doctors and nurses had put him through several x-rays and ultrasounds and Andrew was prepared to kill them all he was finally given a green light to go to the ICU waiting room. A nurse met him at the desk and informed him that Neil was still in surgery but he was welcome to wait. Andrew didn’t want to wait but there was nothing else he could do. Andrew had done his fair share of waiting and enduring in his life. He had endured his foster homes and waited for them to change. He had endured Drake and he had endured juvie. He had waited to go back to Cass, he had waited for the right moment to keep his promise to Aaron and get rid of their mother. He had endured Kevin’s endless attempts at converting him to an exy junkie and waited for him to give up. He had waited for his interest in Neil to pass, then he had waited for Neil to run, now he was waiting to see if Neil would stay.

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From the prompt list: INAPPROPRIATELY TIMED PROPOSALS or “can u help me sneak my cat (or dog, because Ghost and/ Lady) into my dorm” au. Please and thank you?

basically, I rewrote this three times because you deserve only the best & I hope you enjoy it love!

SAM: Remember that stunning red head who is watching your dog and you are not so secretly in love with?

JON: Are you talking about Sansa?

JON: Also, I am not secretly in love with her. I’m not in love with her at all.

SAM: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt my friend. Remind me what your current phone background is?


SAM: He doth protest too much.

Jon tossed his phone onto his bed and pointedly ignored the second chime. He didn’t want to read whatever nonsense Sam had decided to send him. Sam wasn’t the only one who gave him a hard time about being in love with Sansa either.

Sometimes Jon felt like he was talking to a brick wall when various friends would make comments about their love. They hadn’t been close growing up, but their relationship had changed when he took on his RA role at the university. Originally Robb was supposed to watch Ghost, but he had decided to follow a girl and transfer to Riverlands University. He knew from Robb that Sansa had just come out of an awful relationship when she quietly offered to watch Ghost.

Jon had been unsure, but he was left with little to no options. He didn’t regret it now because he got daily updates of Ghost. Sansa made sure to spoil Ghost. He had never had so many photos or videos of his dog before.

Through their connection with Ghost they had tentatively branched out and talked about other things. Their talks had soon morphed into study sessions at the library and getting coffee from the quad. He could admit that he enjoyed spending time with her.

With the shift in their relationship his meddling RA friends had decided that he was in love with Sansa. Each of them made it their mission to remind him every day that he was in love with her. They would remind him about how well she took care of Ghost. At one point Sam told him to propose to her because no one was more perfect for him than Sansa.

Even if he admitted he was in love with Sansa it wouldn’t matter. He could never tell her especially after everything Joffrey had done to her. If he admitted to his friends that they would try and give him some sort of pep talk he didn’t need or want.

His thoughts were broken when his phone chimed again and there was soft knocking at his door.

He threw open his door and was shocked to see Sansa standing there with Ghost.

“What are you doing here San? How’d you get Ghost up here?”  Jon asked because he knew there was no way Sam would let Sansa sneak Ghost up to his dorm despite how much he wanted them to date.

“Didn’t you get my text about my surprise?” Sansa looked a little disappointed in his confusion. Ghost seemed to pick up on how tense Sansa was and nudged into her side. Jon felt his heart leap up to his throat at the smile Sansa was giving his dog.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t really reading my texts” Jon apologized and moved so that both Ghost and Sansa could fully come into his dorm room.

“Oh, that makes sense. I wasn’t interrupting anything, right?” Sansa asked as she sat on his bed. Ghost stuck close to Sansa, but he could see the dogs tail wagging exuberantly.

“Not really, but even if I was I am much more curious how you managed to sneak Ghost into here? Not even Robb could pull that off” Jon asked. Though, if he were being honest he was grateful that she had Ghost there distracting him because he could focus on that instead of the way her blue sundress seemed to accentuate her curves and showcase her long legs.

“Well remember how we discussed that I don’t like leaving Ghost at home” Sansa paused she scratch Ghost’s ears, “I guess after the incident with Joffrey my therapist suggested a service animal to help with my anxiety and panic attacks. I know Ghost is your dog, but the vet said he was the perfect candidate to get certified.”

Jon hated the hesitation on Sansa’s face. He hated even more how she summed up the terror she survived with Joffrey as just some incident. More than ever Jon wished he could see the Lannister and make him pay for what he had done to the sweetest girl ever.

“Now that he is certified anytime you want to see him I can get a visitor pass and bring him up and I know after your RA position is up you will take Ghost back. I didn’t certify him to keep him from you.” She looked terrified as the words came out of her mouth. “Oh, god please don’t think I’m trying to take him from you. That wasn’t my intention, I just fell in love with him. He’s a lot like you.”

Ghost seemed to hone in on Sansa’s anxiety and placed his head fully in her lap and licked her hands. In that moment, Jon, could hear the speeches Gilly and Sam usually gave about the type of person he would fall in love with. They teased whoever could win the affection and loyalty of his dog would surely find their way into his heart. This was so much more than that.

There wasn’t much thought when he surged forward and kissed her. It was sloppy and more than once their teeth clacked against each other. Despite the sloppy nature of the kiss Jon was sure he had never felt more from any kiss. There was just a feeling that something right, that something wonderful, was just beginning.

Looking at Sansa’s dazed face he knew he would have to say something, but her swollen lips were distracting him. For a moment, it looked like Sansa might apologize to him with a hoarse whisper he told her “Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize to me. If you don’t want to kiss or go any further that’s okay, but never apologize to me for that kiss or for taking care of Ghost.”

“And if I want to go further?” Sansa shyly asked.

“Gods just marry me now then” Jon told her before kissing her again. This was slower and less sloppy than their first kiss. He could run his hands through her hair and feel her grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. She made a soft moan when his hands softly tugged on her hair.

As much as Jon wanted to make her repeat the noise again and again, but Ghost wasn’t having any of it. He barked at Jon and Sansa couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her in that moment.

“Do you still want to marry me when I have such a fierce protector?” Sansa smiled as she gestured to Ghost who looked content once he knew Sansa was all right and happy.

“You deserve the fiercest protectors. But I suppose I owe Gilly and Same some kind of thank you gift” Jon told her honestly.

“Thank you gifts? Why” Sansa seemed genuinely puzzled at the statement.

“Because they’ve been telling me to tell you I how much I love you. And they were right that the girl I would fall in love would be the girl that won the affection and loyalty of Ghost” Jon told her quietly.

Kissing her was different than admitting he was in love with her, but he felt better once the words were out. He never wanted to take them back either.

“So, you’re telling me all it takes are puppacinos to win your love? Who knew Jon Snow was so easy?” Sansa teased. Jon couldn’t help the snort that came out when Ghost perked up at puppacino.

“You know it was more than that” Jon held her gaze. He wanted, no he needed Sansa to see that she was more than that. That truthfully they had been treading towards this for a while.

“I know and I think I am in love with you too” Sansa confided quietly.

Jon kissed her again and this time Ghost chose not to interrupt. He just hopped onto the bed and wagged his tail endlessly as he watched.

SAM: Gilly said she saw Sansa & you holding hands as you got your beast one of those silly dog drinks from the café.

JON: I’m surprised she missed the kissing.


SAM: Also, Gilly and I found a tie the same shade as Sansa’s eyes. We’ll save that for your wedding.

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Welcome To The End Of The World (Part 2)

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Summary: Dean shows reader the basics of surviving in this new world. Until they run into trouble that is…

Part 1

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, zombies

A/N: One more part after this…

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On Troy and Nick:

These two have had palpable chemistry ever since the “I think we can be friends now” scene earlier this season. I thought it was mostly wishful thinking on my part, but with each new episode I keep wondering if I’m not so off base. It’s been ambiguous and subtextual of course, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. I’d even bet the general audience has been squinting at certain scenes lately, especially during this last episode, going “…is this gay?”

Troy has a “strange fixation on [Nick],” as described by Madison. While the writers haven’t made Troy’s feelings clear, there have been moments where—either through dialogue or acting choices—it felt as if Troy harbored some physical attraction toward Nick, whether it be subliminal or conscious. Their relationship started antagonistically, so to say anything romantic was going on at the onset is out of bounds. Yet, as the season progressed, their relationship surprisingly transformed into this toxic, yet weirdly fitting friendship of sorts. Nick’s strange loyalty hasn’t been lost on Troy, and I think that’s allowed an emotional fondness to grow for him as well. 

As confirmed last episode, Nick sees himself in Troy because they “share the same self-destruction.”  I think he identifies with Troy because he’s mentally ill, just as he was as an addict. He’d been one to constantly make wrong choices and hurt those around him, all because he couldn’t control his mind’s urges. He sees that in Troy. He gets that. And even though he’s beyond the drugs now, he’s still doing terrible and morally questionable things in the name of survival. It’s become second nature to him. Perhaps in his mind it’s just another form of addiction. Maybe by believing Troy can get better, Nick feels that he can too. 

Furthermore, I think it’s interesting that the writers had Alicia textually reveal that Nick’s concern for Troy wasn’t rooted in guilt over his father, but stemmed from the fact that he likes him. “You like him”—I mean, come on really? Of course that doesn’t mean it’s romantic or sexual in nature, but there’s definitely some interesting subtext behind that insertion, especially because later that episode they decide to parallel Troy and Nick’s relationship with Jake and Alicia’s. Before he takes off after Troy, Jake gets into an argument with Alicia about whether or not their romantic relationship was genuine, or if it was a political alliance on Alicia’s behalf. I can’t recall the exact exchange, but if I remember correctly Jake asked if she ever really “liked” him. He could have said love to hammer home the point and to make his later death even more devastating, but the writers chose to emphatically use the same word as they had minutes before in regards to Nick and Troy. In this way they aligned the two relationships instead of differentiating them. 

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Awkward & Accidental (Matt Murdock x deaf!reader)

Hello I was wondering if I like to request a Matt Murdock fluff about them having a tickle fight and he hurt the reader by accident. And he feels bad and stops. While the reader says it’s fine. Please add fluff. I love you and your writing 😘😘

I’m using this as a sequel to: Awkward & Adorable 

Foggy was right, when you and Matt were together, you were an accident waiting to happen.  You had finally figured out communicating, but anything beyond walking side by side always ended up with someone getting a new bruise, a twisted ankle, or most recently a fall on the ice that left you unable to sit comfortably for a week.  Daredevil and his girlfriend were becoming the most famous klutzes in Hell’s Kitchen.

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Sansa & Theon parallels

DANCING (and how their new persona cannot dance)

Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne…

The Prince of Winterfell had been a graceful dancer, but Reek with his missing toes would be grotesque


“Brother, surely you are mistaken. Your place is at Winterfell.” Her smile cut. “And where are all your pretty clothes? I heard you fancied silk and velvet against your skin.” 

Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces.

HANDSOME/BEAUTIFUL (both according to popular opinion, but more specifically by Jeyne Poole)

“I used to watch you in the yard, playing with your swords. You were so handsome.”

“I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was pretty.” 


Reek, Reek, my name is Reek. He had not been born with that name. In another life he had been someone else, but here and now, his name was Reek. He remembered.

“You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time.” [Littlefinger] put two fingers on her left breast. “Even here. In your heart. Can you do that? Can you be my daughter in your heart?” 


He can make me look at the heads, she told herself, but he can’t make me see them.

I must not let him drive me mad. He can take my fingers and my toes, he can put out my eyes and slive my ears off, but he cannot take my wits unless I let him.


He’ll have you up there no matter what, so give him what he wants. She forced herself to take King Joffrey’s hand.
A cold knife scraped along his spine. Be careful, he told himself, be very, very careful. He did not like his lordship’s smile, the way his eyes were shining, the spittle glistening at the corner of his mouth. He had seen such signs before. You are no prince. You’ re Reek, just Reek, it rhymes with freak. Give him the answer that he wants. 


All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all. 

Theon drew the dagger. All I need do is turn and stab him. The knife is in my hand. He knew the game by then. Another trap, he told himself, remembering Kyra with her keys. He wants me to try to kill him. And when I fail, he’ll flay the skin from the hand I used to hold the blade.


He remembered a time when he had thought that Lord Eddard Stark might marry him to Sansa, and claim him for a son, but that had only been a child’s fancy.

No one will ever marry me for love. But lying came easy to her now.


In the songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster’s castle, but life was not a song.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that to your sorrow.

And:  There are no heroes here, only whores //  There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win


“You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite”

“You have forgotten more than you know. And you are a great fool if you believe your lord father will ever hand these holy islands over to a Stark. Now be silent. The ride is long enough without your magpie chatterings.”

anonymous asked:

Can you continue the 7 Minutes in Heaven story? ^-^ it was really good!

Not going to lie, I had no idea what to write for this story until I sat down. I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you for the request and liking my writing!

Killugon, college au

First part herethird part here

Killua had been lost in a kind of heavy, daze-like state when the knocks finally came.


Killua inhaled sharply at the unexpected sound and the growl that came from Gon’s lips as they pressed against his neck caused a shiver to cascade down Killua’s spine-

“Gon, Killua! Your seven minutes is up, you guys can come out now!”

“Shit,” Killua breathed, letting his head fall back against the closet wall with a dull thud.

Gon’s grip on his waist tightened. “Was that really seven minutes?” he mumbled into Killua’s neck.

“I guess.” Killua’s chest was still heaving from lack of air and his heart wasn’t slowing down even though they’d stopped moving. His whole body was tingling all over, almost like he’d been shocked with electricity. 

He probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference even if that was the case, Kilua thought distantly. His head was swimming with an overload of scents and flavors- and overload of Gon- and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Gon,” he said lowly. “They’re gonna come get us if we don’t move.” 

Despite his own warning, Killua didn’t bother to move his arms from where they were currently wrapped around Gon’s shoulders. Gon, on the other hand, ignored Killua entirely; instead, he pressed even closer, until Killua’s back was flat against the wall and Gon’s muscled chest lined up against his own.

They were so close Killua could feel Gon’s rapid heartbeat matching his. Their breaths mingled in the air between their mouths and Killua burned with the aching desire to get rid of that distance entirely.

What he would give to see Gon’s face right now.

“I don’t wanna leave you,” Gon murmured. Fingers caressed Killua’s cheek and he melted at the soft touch.

“W-We can, uh.” Killua swallowed thickly. “We can always go back to this, later…”

The fingers paused and Killua nearly whined. Why did Gon stop? That had felt so good-

“Really?” came Gon’s excited question.

Heat- the embarrassed kind, this time- bloomed under Killua’s skin. “Yeah. Really.”

“You won’t run away?”

“Why the hell would I run away from someone I’ve been wanting to kiss for three years now?!” Killua snapped. Too late, he realized what he had just confessed.

There was a slight pause.

“You…you’ve had a crush on me for three years?” Gon asked.

“I, uh-” Fucking shit why did he just say that what was wrong with him tonight, “- well, maybe not that long, but…”

Gon’s booming laughter made him want to die.

“Awww, Killua! You’re so cute!”

Strong arms wrapped around his middle and Killua suddenly found himself squished against Gon’s torso.

“I em naht cute!” Killua argued venomously, voice muffled against the fabric of Gon’s shirt.

“Yes, you are! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ve liked you since the day we met!”

Killua stiffened. No way. Was Gon seriously telling him that Killua could’ve been kissing that stupidly perfect face of his this entire time?!

Gon’s nose nuzzled into his hair. “Its okay, though, I know you get shy about this kind of stuff. At least now we can finally start dating!”

Killua’s stomach flipped. 

“You. You want to date me?” 

“Well, yeah, of course! I thought the making-out session would’ve made that kind of obvious.”

Irritation swelled up inside Killua like a wave. He lifted his leg and brought his heel down onto Gon’s foot with enough strength to make his family proud.


Gon’s arms around him vanished. A muffled crashing noise echoed around the closet as Gon fell to the ground. Killua didn’t wait around to see if Gon had survived, instead shoving the closet door open and storming off without looking back.

Everyone looked at him expectantly as he stomped into the room. Their expectant expressions dropped the second they saw the murderous anger in his face.

“H-How did it go?” Palm asked.

Killua just glared at her. “Don’t,” he said shortly.

Gon stumbled into the room less than a minute later, spiky hair tousled and cheeks stained red. Killua’s heart twisted at the sight; why did Gon have to look so good disheveled like that?!

Gon plopped down onto the floor next to Killua. For a few moments, they didn’t say anything, quietly listening to their friends’ laughter as they shared a story after story from their freshman years.

Then, Gon leaned into Killua’s side, tan and calloused hand moving to cover Killua’s. Goosebumps broke out across Killua’s pale skin as Gon whispered into his ear-

“Wanna come back to my apartment after this?”

Killua smiled to himself.

“Of course. We’re dating now, aren’t we?”

Gon’s grip on his hand tightened and Killua’s chest swelled.

He had his answer.

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Remember Me?

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Summery: You and Negan were married before all of this happened and you lost him at the begging of all of this. he thought you were dead until he saw you at the lineup.

Word Count: 2051

Note: Italics are Flashbacks

Warnings: Negan Is a warning himself….

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Dating the King of the Quarter wasn’t all that it was advertised to be. Marcelhad the weight of the city on his shoulders. Making sure the humans didn’t find out about the supernatural, keeping peace between witches, werewolves and vampires, as well as dealing with The Mikaelson’s.

You, deemed as the Queen of the Quarter wanted to share some of that weight. However when you tried to get Marcel to see reason, the conversation ended before it even started. Stress was beginning to take a huge toll, not just individually but within the relationship.

Wearing an old shirt of Marcel’s, drink in hand and lounging across the sofa. The sunset was glowing over New Orleans, giving you a beautiful evening view of the city. Titling your head back against the pillow, you were daydreaming of much simpler times.


Running around the penthouse, Marcel was seconds behind you. Laughing, as a pair of strong hands pulled you into their body. Marcel’s hot breath tickling your ear. “I think you own me a kiss?. That was the deal, remember?”.

He was right. You teased him relentlessly and just as he was leaning in for a steamy kiss, you bolted across the room shouting for him to catch you.

“How can I refuse the King of the Quarter?”. Cupping Marcel’s cheek you gave him a steamy kiss.

“I dare say being King has it’s perks, but the biggest is definitely being able to have you right by my side. I’m no King, not without you”. He confessed.

End of Flashback

Smiling at that memory, it showcased a time where there was balance between you and Marcel. A sense of unity, strength and most importantly a display of affection that didn’t have to be faked or forced. Now, it was a constant war of tug and pull. You leave, he then charms you back again.

The door being slammed tore you away from daydreaming and thrashed you back into reality. Marcel roughly threw his jacket, looking rather irritated. “What’s good being King if no-one listens?”. He let out an overworked sigh and sat down onto the sofa. Setting down the drink, you shifted closer, rubbing his shoulders and arms.

“What happened now?”.

“Klaus is going off the rails as usual, the witches aren’t willing to help and it’s just a damn mess out there”. He explained, the tiredness in his eyes growing more and more distinct.

When you increased the pressure on his shoulders, you could feel some of the tension lift. “Let me help. I can talk to the witches, get them to see sense”. As soon as the subject was mentioned, Marcel tensed up again.

Moving off the couch, he settled in front of the window. “No, I can handle the witches. There is no reason for you to get involved in supernatural politics”. He stated, quite firmly.

Joining him, the view was breath-taking minutes ago. Now, the sun had set and dark grey skies loomed over New Orleans. “That’s your answer every time I offer to help, Marcel. And I’m starting to get sick of you treating me like I’m fragile glass. In case you forgot, I’m a vampire too. And I survived 2 centuries just fine on my own, before I ever meet you”. Shouting across the room, volume increasing due to your voice echoing off the walls.

Marcel’s shoulders slumped down. “I know you aren’t fragile Y/N, hell, I’ve seen you kick ass before. But this time is different. I don’t want you to go out there and risk your life just because a few witches refuse to listen. And I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but I rather you be alive and pissed, then dead”.

His intentions were good, pure even. Nonetheless it didn’t stop you feeling useless or controlled.

Marcel’s shirt rose up a little, as you rearranged your fringe, revealing a tiny hint of lace panties that you were wearing underneath. His eyes, for a split second darted down, then back up. “I can’t keep doing this dance with you, Marcel. Going back and forth, our relationship feels stuck. It’s extremely sexy that you want to protect me, but I’m not a child. I’m your god damn girlfriend. But lately it seems like you’ve forgotten that. Although I’m not at all surprised the King of the Quarter values his city more than me”.

Storming past, he caught your wrist in one slick movement. “I love New Orleans, I won’t deny that, Y/N-”

Yanking your hand from his grip, you retorted back. “But if you were forced to choose, your answer wouldn’t be me”. Staring into his dark brown eyes, he remained silent. “That’s what I thought, Marcel”.

“Are you making me choose?”, he asked in a hushed offended tone. When you didn’t reply, he looked to the side, exhaling a breath. Turning to face you. “We’ve been through hell and back together. And you should know that I god damn love you as much as I do New Orleans, why is that not enough for you?”.

Glancing at him, stunned was the understatement of the century. “I want you to love me more than you love this city!. And that may sound incredibly selfish, but god Marcel, I shouldn’t have to fight for your affection. I shouldn’t have to demand attention from my own boyfriend. I shouldn’t have to ask you to love me!”. Taking a much needed breath, you paused to let your words sink in. “You know what, Marcel. I think we should just part ways. Clearly this, us, isn’t working anymore”.

Although he tried to hide it, you still saw a glimpse of pain flash in his eyes.“Yeah, you know what, I think it’s best for both of us“.

Nodding, you walked into the bedroom. Reaching for the empty suitcase in the closet, you begun to fill it with all your belongings. Unbuttoning Marcel’s shirt, you replaced it with a black tank top and tight black jeans.

When you re-opened the doors, Marcel stood facing away from you. “I left your shirt on the bed”. He didn’t look up nor did he respond. So you took that as your queue to leave.

Shutting the door, the sound of a glass shattering against the wall was heard.  Pushing the elevator button, it made a ding sound and in you stepped. Looking at your reflection in the mental doors as they closed, apart of you desperately hoped Marcel’s hand would stop the elevator…no-one came.

It had been over many times before, a few days would pass and then back to each other. But the sickening feeling in your stomach made you realize this time was harshly different. It was really over.


The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 3

Originally posted by jonqups

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: More angst (I know ya’ll be waiting for the smut but we gotta be patient).

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 1919.

Description: Jongup is entrusting you to his closest friends while he goes away to take care of some business. But how long can you survive without the man you’re meant to be hating?

“What do you mean you’re married to him Y/N?” Hana stared at you with panicked eyes and you sighed leaning back in your seat.

“It’s exactly that. I walked down the aisle, we said our vowels and now he’s my husband and I’m his wife” Two weeks had passed since the wedding and you were only seeing more of Jongup day in and day out, it wasn’t what you wanted.

“So you’re saying you’re in love with him? The future leader of a mafia?” Jieun was judgemental of your life situation, you already fessed up and told them everything, so why did that make her assume you were in love with Jongup?

“No I’m not Jieun, we’re married because I’m putting an end to my family’s debt” You answered her calmly as Sunhwa gave her a nudge with her elbow.

“But how can you marry someone without loving them?” She continued to pry and you finally stood up to walk away.

“You don’t get everything you want in life Jieun, but I suppose you’re yet to learn that” You snapped before walking away, you couldn’t let her ruin the last remaining classes like she had with all your other classes for the day.


“There are some people I want you meet today”

“Do I have to?” Jongup was the one behind the wheel for once, you looked at him from your place in the passenger seat and he nodded without taking his eyes off the road.

“I want you to so you will be meeting them, plus I think you’ll get along with them” Jongup answered and you continued to stare at him.

“Who are they?” You asked with slight interest and Jongup sent you a smirk now that you were finally gaining interest.

“They are some of my closest friends. I’m trusting them to protect you the same way I would when there are times that I can’t be around” He explained and you stared at him wide eyed.

“You’re trusting strangers to look after me?” You gaped at Jongup and he shook his head.

“These men aren’t strangers, I’ve known them for a long time now” Jongup looked at you, his hand moved to rest on your thigh and you stared at it, leg going stiff though he was attempting to comfort you.

“They’re strangers to me Jongup” You grumbled and he gave a light-hearted chuckle.

“They won’t be for long, trust me” He responded and you looked at him as the car came to a stop in front of a building clearly for the rich. It was hard to tell how many floors it was when you looked at it, it had to be two or three stories high. Your typical fancy fountain was in the middle of a round driveway and Jongup pulled up to a stop next to it, giving you a perfect view of the large white double doors opening.

As you got out of the car a thin man with an intimidating face was making his way down the steps to greet the two of you. You could see a tattoo peeking through the collar of his shirt and you began to wonder if everyone Jongup knew had tattoos.

“No one was following you?” He asked Jongup immediately and he shook his head, making the owner of the house sigh in relief.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Yongguk, nice to finally meet you” Yongguk reached his hand out and you took it in yours kindly.

“I remember seeing you at the wedding, you were with three other guys”

“That was no proper introduction Y/N, they’re all inside waiting to meet you properly” Yongguk nodded before gesturing to the still open doors.

“Come on in” You followed Jongup, who walked through the front door, Yongguk sent you a charming smile and you gave a weak one back before stepping into the house.

You had never seen a ceiling so high, the entire place was huge. Yongguk walked down a white-walled hall and you followed him with Jongup who had his hand gripping yours tightly.

When you entered the same room as Yongguk he was sitting on an expensive looking sofa with five more familiar faces whose eyes had all drifted from the expensive looking TV to the two of you, heck, everything you laid your eyes on was expensive.

“Hello Y/N, nice to meet you properly. I’m Himchan” The older male reached out his hand for you, the kind that would lead you to where the person wanted you to go. And you let his hand clasp yours before Himchan directed you to walk around his feet and to the empty place next to him on the sofa.

Jongup had wordlessly sat down and you looked at how he turned to Yongguk as everyone else held their eyes on you.

“Hello Himchan, it is nice to meet you properly” For some reason, you felt more comfortable sitting so you were facing the polite man. The eyes on you had your body going stiff, they were curious and they weren’t hiding that, but they weren’t entirely friendly, and they weren’t keeping that a secret either.


“I want you to get accustomed to being around these people. I will have to leave you in their hands soon” You were still in the lounge room surrounded by Jongup and the five unfamiliar men with the faces you had only seen twice now.

“What? But you can’t leave me with people I don’t know Jongup, look how scornful they all are, it’s like they’re waiting for me to try and pull something on them” You grumbled, you stood in front of the fireplace with Jongup. Everyone’s eyes were on you, just like you had said to Jongup, none of your words was going to go unheard by any of them as long as you were in the same house, and that provided you with a great amount of discomfort.

“Which is why I want you to become accustomed to being around them. We’re gangsters’ Y/N, none of them can help that they’re always expecting something” Jongup moved to sit the glass in his hand on the fireplace, next to a picture before his body turned fully to you and he moved closer to you.

“How far away is soon?” You asked a little quieter, though you kept your tone demanding, you didn’t like letting Jongup control you.

“Three weeks away, at the least” Jongup answered just as quiet and you sighed. You didn’t like letting Jongup touch you, and you never did have the strength to push him away. But as Jongup pulled you into the warmest hug he had given you yet, you pulled him closer because he was the one you knew out of these men. You still managed to find some sort of comfort in him among a room full of strangers.


“Are you going to come out and say goodbye to me?” You were looking out the window to your temporary room whilst trying to ignore Jongup. Five weeks had managed to pass and now you were back in the big house with Jongup whispering in your ear.

“Do I have to?” You muttered, your hands clasping his untamed ones that strayed to wrap around you. Jongup chuckled, he couldn’t believe you still hadn’t given up on pushing him away. He pulled you away from the window and you remained silent as Jongup pushed you against the wall next to it.

“I’m your husband Y/N, and I would appreciate if you would at least pretend you’re going to miss me” He looked you deep in the eyes and you stared back as his body pressed against yours more and more as his face moved closer to yours before moving to the skin of your neck with a brush of his nose.

“Now why would I want to play pretend Jongup?”

“I’m going away for an entire month Y/N, doesn’t that sadden you even the slightest?” He asked sarcastically, it was as if he was trying to force your body to become one with his with the help of the wall, pressing harder and harder against you to the point your feet were struggling to stay on the ground. Jongup’s hands trailed down your thighs until he was holding the back of your knee’s and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your eyes remained in front of you. You tried to push him away but Jongup only grinned against the skin on your neck he moved to work on.

“Surely my wife will miss me?” His tone was demanding, it was possessive and it had you shivering as his lips touched every part of your skin they could as you fought to push him away. Jongup pushed forward again and all the work you had put into creating space between you had gone to waste.

You could have sworn that he almost hesitated, that he could see how uncomfortable you were and actually cared about it, the smirk on his lips twitched and the look in his eyes was replaced with a split second of blankness. He moved closer and you held your breath for what you couldn’t stop from happening. Jongup’s lips were right in front of yours, barely touching as he whispered to you.

“One day Y/N, one day you’ll love me as much as I love you” His hand slithered up your body to lightly hold your chin and Jongup pressed his lips against yours with the softest kiss you had ever been given.

“Now, come and say goodbye to your husband please” Jongup held your thighs with the utmost care until you felt your feet touching the floor again. You remained silent as Jongup took your hand in his and pulled you to leave the room with him. When he closed the door to your room. His empty hand reached out for his suitcase that was left outside the room and he walked towards the staircase with you.

When you reached the living room, Daehyun and Youngjae who were sitting on the couch moved to follow the two of you and Yongguk stood outside the open double doors with Zelo and Himchan, their conversation coming out in low mummers until Zelo noticed you.

“Ready to go?” He looked at Jongup who gave a single nod.

“I’m trusting you to look after Y/N just as I would” Jongup looked at the oldest man in front of him and Yongguk nodded.

“I know you are Jongup, we will make sure you return to see her in perfect shape, nothing will happen to her” Yongguk reassured, his arm came up to rest on your shoulders as Jongup gave you one last stare and walked down to his car. He bid everyone farewell as you stood on the step, watching from under the wing of Yongguk’s arm as he hugged his friends, got in the car and drove until he was out of sight.

“What is he actually going to do?” You asked and Yongguk looked down at you.

“Some business with his father before Mr Moon retires” Yongguk answered as you looked at the empty driveway.

“Will he come back safe?” You found yourself asking and Yongguk chuckled as he turned you to walk into the house.

“That all depends on the sort of business he is doing Y/N” Yongguk answered before pushing the doors shut so you couldn’t see any more of the driveway Jongup’s car had not long driven down.