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The Signs as Iconic Deadpool Quotes

These were actually in a comic book.

“Deadpool” [Yellow Box]  (White Box)  “other”

Aries: (This plan that we’re working on..)  [What plan?]  “Operation moves.” (..Yeah. It’s awfully risky.)  [There’s a plan? Why wasn’t I-]  “Need-to-know basis. Sorry, pal.”  [But.. I’m you! That’s- that’s just stupid!]

Taurus: “Spidey! What up, baby boy? Haven’t seen you since Amazing Spider-Man #611!”

Gemini: “Let’s see how you like it when I smack you with an interspatial disorter that will temporarily phase your brain into dimension X!”  “This is an iPod with a piece of masking tape attached to it.”  “It is. Ah, but for a second there, you were really worried!”

Cancer: “Like Han Solo said to Chewbacca in Return of the Jedi, ‘Fly casual.’“ “Actually, I like the three new films better. The special effects are fantastic, and Hayden Christensen is an amazing actor.”  {shoots cronie} {points gun at other cronie} “Say Jar Jar Binks is an abomination! Say it!”  “Jar Jar Binks is an abomination! Jar Jar Binks is an abomination!”

Leo: “So, kick back, and enjoy Deadpool issue thirty-three point one!” [Wait, why is it called “point one”?]  (Who cares? At least this issue, there is a point.)

Virgo: “Why did you that?”  “Because you were gonna do it, and this is my book.” 

Libra: “Well, it’s in the Yellow Pages. You can’t get much realer than that!”  [I’m confused. I thought you couldn’t read anything in dreams.]  (I’m impressed he can read when he’s awake.)

Scorpio: “Oh, hi, kids. Deadpool here. Hate to interrupt the story like this, but our fine artist had the overwhelming urge to draw me in this pin-up shot, even though it’s nowhere in the script. Let’s return to the story while I go teach Michelangelo there the error of his ways.”

Sagittarius: “Is that Richard Nixon?”  “I can’t wait to pound that Dick… Uh. Hey, Doc, do you have a spell to undo what I just said?”

Capricorn: “I only have half a brain!” [be the meat] “What was that?!” (The other half. Ignore it.)

Aquarius: “Yeah, that fight lasted as long as Deathlok’s last comic.”

Pisces: “It’s funny.. I came here with starry-eyed dreams of killing some X-Babies. But now all I can think of is that damn Spider-Man.”

Put on a Show for Me - Let Me Show You Part 2

Author’s Notes: Despite how long it took me to post this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it too. Again sorry for any typos. I try to edit it, but I miss things. 

Word Count: 3,413 (Get yourself a snack, kids. This shit is long af.)

Warnings: Smut. I mean is there anything else worth writing?

Part One: Let Me Show You

Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.5]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content


You walked sleepily towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water or maybe make some coffee, you’d make up your mind when you got there. You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it further.

Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, the tile sending a shock through you, cold against your bare feet.

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cryptidsanonymous  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this


Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.

~

Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”

~

Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?

~

There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.

~

Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”

~

She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.

~

Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.

~

Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.


gods and monster series, part xiii

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Dream Daddy Cult Ending

Okay, so I’ve gone through Dream Daddy’s files, and have found the cult ending! I’m pretty sure you can’t actually get this ending, but I wanted to share it. I know I got frustrated trying to find it online.

CULT ENDING BELOW CUT

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Alright fandom, I’m about to bring up a topic that has pissed me off for way too long. Way back to one of my favourite arcs, Book of Circus.

A topic that has not only been something personal to me, but another reason that Sebastian Michaelis is one of the most disgusting characters and if SebaCiel was real, it’d be indeed a heavily toxic relationship. Also, a counter argument to everyone that brings this up as a point to hate Our!Ciel.

Today, I’m going to discuss my heavy belief and theory, that during this scene, Ciel was forced into a PTSD attack.

Look at the following three pictures.

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) -  a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress occurring as a result of injury or severe psychological shock, typically involving disturbance of sleep and constant vivid recall of the experience, with dulled responses to others and to the outside world.

With this in mind, PTSD has to be triggered by something, not just when Ciel walks in and sees the exact duplicate of a room he was trapped in for a month. These three photos are so important because it shows exactly how this connected to that day. The doctor representing the cultists, Ciel is now forced to remember all those terrible memories, his traumatic memories scratching the surface. How heavily these two scenes correlate is so important.

Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?

At this exact moment in time, we lost Ciel, he was gone and reliving everything. The outside world completely falling apart to him, having no idea what happened anymore after this moment.

Now, showing the actual attack.

‘Stop it’.

‘Stop it’.

‘Someone’.

What do you assume from the black text boxes? To me, this appears to be happening in Ciel’s mind, he is now reliving this all over again until the end of the arc. I will go more in depth in that later.

Right now, he is calling out to someone right now, he wants someone to get him out of this hell hole, just like he did that day.

My point is, and I can’t stress this enough, he believes he is back there in the cage, and he wants out. He is gonna do everything to get out.

To make more sense of this before moving on to my next point of the actual PTSD attack, here are the symptoms of an attack.

Behavioral: agitation, irritability, hostility, hypervigilance, self-destructive behavior, or social isolation.

Psychological: flashback, fear, severe anxiety, or mistrust.

Mood: loss of interest or pleasure in activities, guilt, or loneliness.

Sleep: insomnia or nightmares.

Also common: emotional detachment or unwanted thoughts.

Now, I have put in bold the ones Ciel is suffering from AND signs that he has shown previous to this. Guilt and nightmares are the biggest examples of that.

Right now, he is having extreme emotional detachment and unwanted thoughts, with flashbacks fueling fear and severe anxiety. He is suffering much more than what he appears to be.

Now, here is my second point to this that involves Sebastian:

For anyone that wants to argue that Sebastian isn’t as bad, or he sincerely cares for Ciel. I’m about to throw those words back in your face.

Sebastian Michaelis is a demon, he does not give a single fuck about our!Ciel, sorry if I have to be the one to tell you this, but he doesn’t and this is the first example I’d give anybody to show them.

‘Young master, is there something you’re afraid of?’

‘You’re outside of the cage right now, my Lord.’

‘Call my name.’

Those sentences, are the biggest forms of manipulation I’ve ever seen coming from this demon. He didn’t break Ciel out of the PTSD attack, I’ve seen other people saying that, but that is far from the truth. I will show that through the next set of pictures. 

Right now, I want to explain what I believe to be Sebastian’s intentions. This goes if he understood what was happening or not. I start to believe more and more that he did, because focus on the look on Sebastian’s face. He is smirking, he seems more than pleased by the situation because he gains from it. He tells him to call his name, say it, because Ciel believes he is in the cage and has just called the demon to come and save him. Sebastian, being aware he wants to be saved, he wanted help, used him, his asthma and PTSD attack, and he did it to make not only their contract stronger but to make Ciel’s soul better.

Revenge, sorrow, pain, all these things that make Ciel’s soul the best that it is, the want to be stronger than his enemies, Sebastian knows this.

Sebastian used this for his own agenda, he didn’t do it because he wanted to help Ciel find himself, because he didn’t. All that demon wanted was to help himself with his meal, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Ciel then acts out, screaming to ‘kill these guys’, you think he means the doctor and Joker right?

I’m afraid, far from it, saying Ciel is mixing his reality with the past, he believes he is telling Sebastian to kill the same people he already killed three years ago. He does not remember the reality before him. What he is seeing, is so much different than to what you and I were seeing.

The most important point in this post is:

Ciel had no idea who he was killing, he thought he was in the cage, he didn’t care who died, he wanted the cultists stopped.

CIEL WAS NOT AWARE HE WAS KILLING THOSE CHILDREN.

Another message (SebaCiel):

I don’t care what you ship, I really don’t.

However, if you look at this scene and sexualize it, I don’t mean ironically (joking is fine), I mean you truly look at this and think this is a great example of SebaCiel, I’m sorry, but you piss me off and quite frankly I feel you are not only spiting in Ciel’s face, but the people who suffer from PTSD.

Have you ever seen someone have a PTSD attack? It’s terrifying, it is one of the hardest things to deal with, pulling someone out of those memories and making them feel safe again-. It is difficult, and I’ll say it once more.

No, Ciel calling Sebastian’s name, did not break him out of his trance.

To romanticize and sexualize PTSD and his asthma attack is disgusting, and a pathetic way of filling your yaoi quota.

Off of that rant, I’m gonna move on to the last bit of this.

Burning the children.

As you can see, Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

Ciel just denied the Queen’s orders.

He’s never done that before in his entire career, isn’t that off to you?

Of course it is, because he in his mind doesn’t work for her yet, what Sebastian says to him is not processing to him. Sebastian isn’t aware of this more than likely, but I promise you nothing anybody is saying is entering Ciel’s ears and he is understanding it unless it relates to that day. When he says to burn down the place, he believes he is getting rid of the place that caused him aching pain and suffering for an entire month. Not just for him but his beloved brother.

Reliving these memories, Ciel wanted nothing more than it to go away.

Let me say again, Sebastian asking if he was ‘sure’ wouldn’t have helped at all. To open your mind a bit, here are the very few ways to help PTSD. Most of the time the person needs to take medication and probably go to sleep.

Therapies:

Cognitive behavioral therapy - A talk therapy focused on modifying negative thoughts, behaviors, and emotional responses associated with psychological distress.

Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing - Psychological treatment that reduces the stress of traumatic events through eye movements.

Exposure and response prevention - A talk therapy based on exposing feared or traumatic experiences within a safe setting in order to help reduce any associated psychological distress.

Medications:

Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI) - Eases symptoms of depressed mood and anxiety.

Now, these are modern treatments, which are very few to begin with.

You know what they had back then? Nothing. No, that is not a joke, PTSD was not recognized until 1980. So needless to say, Ciel was fucked, and the only and best way Sebastian could’ve helped would’ve been knocking him out after killing the threats. Not even quite sure if Ciel would’ve been okay after waking, or if he’d even remember what happened, which would’ve been best because now he has the guilt of killing all these children for the rest of his life.

To all the people that use this heavily as a point for disliking Ciel:

I’d just like to say, you don’t have to like Ciel, but don’t you EVER come at me with this shit and telling me how it’s his fault. He didn’t want to do that, if Ciel had been in his right mind and knew what he was doing, he would’ve never made the move he did.

He thought he was killing the cultists all over again.

After all the comments, discussion and controversy with this that I’ve seen, from fulfilling fangirl’s yaoi dreams to completely blaming Ciel for a serious mental disorder, I have to say-

The conversation around this entire situation in Book of Circus inside this fandom, is beyond disgusting to me.

Sorry for my amount of salt in this post, but this topic to me is personal, and I’m tired of it being treated not as seriously as it really is.

This is my theory, my opinions on Ciel’s PTSD, and I don’t believe he should be blamed for something he didn’t ask for.

I apologize for rambling, that’s it.

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ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)

yes y e s  of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:

taemin

quirks/mannerisms

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Bloodied (Nolan Holloway)

Fifth Installment of the Broken Series

Broken, Bruised, Burned, Battered

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Listen: Crazy In Love by Sophia Karlberg

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Recap

“well hello again.” The familiar voice of Tamara Monroe rung out.

Remember how I said Nolan was going to get me killed? I think he just did.

I looked up glaring at Monroe. It was only Monroe and one other guy but, they both had their guns pointed at me. I could take them, I just needed a distraction. She put the barrel of the gun right between my eyes.

“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.

“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE.”

The other hunter turned his attention to where Theo stood waving his arms. He  aimed his gun emptying his rounds on him. I took this time to grab the barrel of the gun that was pressed to my head before head butting Monroe in the face. She fell backwards grabbing her bleeding nose.

“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” I growled before kicking the gun away from her.

The man, realizing what was happening, struggled to reload his weapon. I pulled out my belt clicking it in place. I swung it in one swift motion and the hunter fell to the ground.

Dead.

His head separated from his body.

I killed him.

Monroe looked in horror, as did I.

“oh my gosh.” I breathed looking at what I had just done.

A arm reached out pulling me away. I looked up at Theo dragging me back to the car we came in. Liam was in the backseat passed out. The tires squealed as we pulled away from the zoo. I stared straight ahead lost in my thoughts. That man probably had a family and I took him away from his family. Nolan was right, I really was a monster now. So many thoughts were going through my head I barely heard Theo speak up from beside me.

“are you okay?” Theo asked glancing at me.

“I killed him. I killed a man.” I said looking at him.

“you get used to it.” Theo said.

“DON’T TELL ME I’LL GET USED TO IT! OH MY GOD I KILLED SOMEONE!” I screamed.

“if you don't calm down you can join Liam in the back seat.” Theo growled.

“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? OH MY GOD SCOTT, WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY? HE’S GOING TO KICK ME OUT OF THE PACK.” I said putting my head in my hands.

“It was self defense, theirs a difference.” Theo said.

“YOU KILL PEOPLE NOT ME!” I said breathing heavily.

“I haven’t killed anyone today. Can’t say the same for you.” Theo smirked.

He thought it was funny. This most definitely was NOT funny.

“I’m going to add you to my list if you don’t shut up.” I growled finally slowing my breathing.

“are you finally calm?” Theo asked.

I shook my head yes not really believing it myself. An awkward silence filled the car.

“oh god I’m going to throw up.” I said causing Theo to pull over.

I threw open the door releasing everything I had eaten for the past few days. The images of the man's decapitated head filled my mind making me throw up again.

“what’s going on?” Liam asked finally awakening.

“Y/N killed someone.” Theo shrugged like it was no big deal.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Liam asked shooting straight up.

“seriously would you both chill out. He was going to put a bullet through your head if you didn’t take his off.” Theo said.

“I have to tell Scott.” I said looking at my hands.

Theo sighed before making a right turn to Scott’s house. I didn’t know how I was going to tell him but I needed too. I didn’t mean to kill him, I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. Theo pulled in to Scott’s driveway giving me an annoyed look. I got out of the car taking deep breaths. I walk inside to see Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason, Melissa, and Chris crowded around a map.

“Scott.” I started causing everyone to look at me.

I wanted to tell him but nothing would come out. He walked over putting his hands on my shoulders.

“what happened?” He asked looking concerned.

“Scott I’m so sorry, I..” I started but was interrupted by Rafe McCall bursting through the front door.

“the guns, they’re all gone.” Rafe said looking at Scott.

“yeah we know.” Scott growled.

“No I mean they were distributed. Distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” He said looking at all of us.

distributed? they were supposed to be destroyed.

“guys.” Lydia said but no one was paying attention.

“GET DOWN!” she screamed.

the first bullet shattered the window making us duck for cover but it was no use they poured in one by one. I cried out before everything became one big blur.

NOLAN’S POINT OF VIEW

“Y/N!” I screamed as she rolled down the hill.

Liam growled coming at me, I tried to move past him but he threw me back. I couldn’t see where she was and it killed me.

“Liam I have to get her!” I said

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.” Liam growled coming closer to me.

He was in full werewolf form backing me to the wall. I flinched as he punched the wall directly beside my head. He kept punching it again and again but never directly hit me. Suddenly Liam fell limp on the ground. Another guy stood behind him glaring directly at me.

“I’d run.” He said.

The other guy grabbed Liam dragging him off. I had to find her. I jumped up quickly trying my best to walk down the steep hill but I fell and went rolling too. I hurt my ribs on the way making it hard to breath. I hit the bottom feeling pretty rough. I was a little ways away but I could see everything. Monroe had the gun pointed right between her eyes.

“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.

I tried to protest but I got the wind knocked out of me on the way down.

“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE!”

the other hunter turned to where the guy from earlier was and started shooting at him. Y/N grabbed the barrel of the gun Monroe was holding before hitting Monroe in the face with her head. Monroe fell backwards clutching her nose.

“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” Y/N said kicking the gun away from her.

“watch out.” I croaked but it was barely audible.

the other hunter was reloading his gun about to shoot her. Y/N removed her belt which I now know was a sword all along. She clicked it in place before swinging it. I watched in horror as the man’s head was severed by her blade. The man’s body fell limp and his head right next to the body. She jumped back in awe of what she did.

“oh my gosh.” She said dropping the sword.

The other guy came over pulling her away. Monroe got up examining the body of the hunter. She soon noticed me laying in the dirt. She came over helping me up.

“this is who she really is Nolan.” Monroe said pointing at the dead hunter.

I couldn't get the image of the hunter out of my mind. I couldn’t get the image of her doing it out of my mind either. I laid awake all night thinking of it. What bothered me most is her killing him did nothing to me. I still wanted her, I still wanted to help her, protect her, love her.

I walked in to school exhausted from everything that happened yesterday. I managed to make it through my first three classes but there was no sign of Gabe anywhere. I got up when the bell rang dragging myself to the next class. Gabe suddenly appeared blocking my way. He had a cut on his face with blood still seeping out of it.

“we have a problem.” He said grabbing my arm.

He led me to the locker room showing me the cracked mirror.

“what happened?” I asked.

“Liam and Theo, they were here asking about what happened at the McCall house.” Gabe said looking at me.

I gave him a confused look.

“what do you mean what happened at the McCall house?” I asked.

Gabe looked down guilty.

“Gabe what did you do?” I asked.

“I did it for you.” He said.

“Gabe what are you talking about?” I asked again.

“I shot up the house, but I told Monroe it was you. All of them were inside except for Theo and Liam.” He said.

I immediately thought about Y/N.

 "why did you do that?“ I growled.

"you should be grateful, you’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Gabe said getting in my face.

I took a deep breath taking off. I could feel the tears cloud my vision. She didn’t escape Monroe just to get killed by Gabe. I quickly got in my car driving to Beacon Hills Memorial. I ran up to the front desk asking if there was anyone with the last name Yukimura there. The nurse said no sending me away. More tears fell down my cheeks as I got back in my car. I refused to believe she was gone. I drove to her house seconds away from a panic attack. I ran to her door throwing it open.

“Y/N?” I called up the steps.

no answer. I quickly ran up the steps in her room but she wasn’t there either. I fell to my knees letting the tears roll down my cheeks. Suddenly the door slammed making me whip around. Scott stood there with his arms crossed in front of him.

“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” Scott said looking at me.

“where is she?” I asked.

“I can show you, but I’m going to need you to do something for us.” Scott said negotiating.

If I said yes there was no going back to Monroe.

“okay.” I said without hesitation.

“follow me.” Scott said walking out her door.

I followed behind him keeping my eyes on the ground. He led me to a blue jeep signaling for me to get in. I nodded my head getting in the passenger seat. To say this was an awkward situation was an understatement.

“what do I have to do?” I asked.

“you’ll know what to do when the time is right.” Scott said glancing at me.

what the hell did that mean?

“how did you know I would show up?” I asked.

“because I’ve been in love before, and I know what it looks like. You’ve never hurt anyone Nolan because deep down you’ve always known she was different but you loved her anyways. Now you just know what makes her and the rest of us different..” Scott said not taking his eyes off the road.

I took a minute to take in what he was saying. It was true, I always knew she was a little different but that’s what made me fall in love with her in the first place.

“She killed someone and I didn’t even care.” I said glancing at Scott.

“yeah Theo told me. He also told me how she proceeded to panic and then threw up afterwards. She would never mean to hurt anyone Nolan, I know her and so do you.” He said pulling in the parking lot.

I looked up to see the sign for Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. I gave him a confused look.

“we couldn’t take her to a hospital.” He said getting out of the car.

I followed after him. He opened the door before stepping to the side. She was laying on metal table, Liam was there holding her hand. His head snapped up as soon as I entered the room.

“what’s he doing here?” Liam growled.

“easy Liam, he’s here because he cares.” Scott said standing in front of me.

“whatever. I keep taking her pain but it isn’t doing anything.” Liam said.

Scott walked over leaning over her. She wasn’t moving.

“Is she dead?” I choked out.

I could feel a single tear run down my cheek.

“no but she’s going to be if we can’t get her to heal.” Liam said looking to Scott.

I walked closer to her. She had three bullet holes in her chest. I felt angry. I wanted to make Gabe pay for this.

“how do we get her to heal?” I asked looking at both boys.

“I don’t know, she needs to command the fox inside of her to heal itself but she can’t exactly do that right now.” Scott said.

“taking away her pain isn’t working either.” Liam said grabbing her hand again.

“can I try something?” I asked looking at Scott and then Liam.

Scott nodded his head moving out of the way. I walked to the side of her looking down at her perfect facial features. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me. I didn’t know if it would actually work but I needed to try.

“look.” Liam said.

I pulled away looking down at her. The three holes in her chest were healed over, like they were never there. She gasped shooting up off the table.

“Nolan?”

I like cliffhangers so you can have one more. Beaten coming soon xoxoxo

anonymous asked:

Oh are you taking request? You couldn't do a lazy Sunday with Harry or maybe going to concert with him, whatever you prefer

Okay, this is very fluffy, but there is a little bit of sex, so I’m putting it in the smut category. Fluffy smut I suppose. Enjoy. x


Easy Like Sunday Morning

The sun hadn’t risen yet. The bedroom was still dark except for a tiny bit of moonlight that shown through the tree branches outside my window, casting an eerie shadow on the opposite wall. I watched as the shadow moved back and forth, silently telling me a story. A story that although I knew was a true one, I liked to pretend was fiction.

He was leaving tomorrow.

One more day. That was all I had left with him until…well I didn’t know for sure. And I didn’t think I wanted to.

I listened to his breathing behind me as I continued to stare at the wall, part of me wishing he would wake up so I may selfishly have more time with him. A tear trickled from the corner of my eye just as he seemed to somehow hear my silent request and wrapped his arm around my middle to pull me closer. I sighed and wiped the tear, allowing my body to fit into his like a spoon. He groaned low and kissed me just behind my ear. Seconds later I could hear his breaths even out and I knew he was asleep once again. I wondered if he had even awoken at all, or if his gesture was purely automatic.

It didn’t matter though. I was his, and he was mine, if only for a little while.

He’d told me he loved me that night. It had been in a moment of passion, and as one tends to speculate the truth behind such confessions, I certainly had. Not to mention he was who he was and could have anybody he wanted. Why would he choose to fall in love with me?

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Monsta X Reacts too.......

Request: I was wondering if you could do a monsta x reaction to when the boys are a little too rough & end up making y/n bleed a little down there. They’re very apologetic & refuse to touch you after that even though y/n has said you enjoyed it. Kinda make a part 1 & 2 where the 2 is when y/n is sick of their behavior after a week (or two, your choice) & tell them again that you enjoyed it & love them with all your heart & other things that convince them that you’re fine & suggests to take it upstairs for a round

Sorry it took so long. Its a long post and hella kinky shit is in here LOL. I dont know what came over me. SMUT SMUT HELLA SMUT

Part 1 (Hyung Line) 

Part 2 (Maknae Line)

Hope you like it~~~

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Taming of the Squirrels

I reblogged this post about the campus squirrels being different from regular squirrels and noted in my tags that the OMGCP fandom had been woefully neglecting key Samwell campus life content. (Dedicated to @josighah​, who let me spew random squirrel facts at them in chat while writing this.)

Summary: Tango and Nursey make it their goal to touch a Samwell squirrel. Mostly Tango-limited POV, with some accidental Nurseydex happening in the background.


“Have you noticed the Samwell squirrels are different from, like, normal squirrels?” Tango asked over breakfast one morning.

Whiskey just nodded in confirmation next to him, not bothering with words when there was still food he could be eating.

“Oh, bro, those half-tame little fuckers are terrifying! Look like they’re about to mug you,” Ransom said from the other end of the table.

“Oooooh, the Samwell squirrels…” Holster looked almost gleeful, which was always kind of worrying. He sat up straighter and took on his storytelling pose. Ransom rolled his eyes. “Legend says there was once a student who dedicated himself to picking up one of these fabled creatures before he graduated. For four long years, he strove to tame the beasts. He offered them food. He sat still as stone under the trees by the Pond. He learned to speak their language. And finally, the day before graduation, it happened. A squirrel came to him and took the bread from his hand, and did allow him to lift it. Verily, they even say he was able to pet it for nearly five minutes. He refused to walk at graduation, saying his true college mission had been accomplished.”

Dex raised a skeptical brow, while Bitty looked vaguely disgusted. “Well, I certainly hope he washed his hands afterward. Tree rats.”

“You don’t think they’re cute?” Tango asked.

“I mean, I guess,” Bitty conceded, “but they’re everywhere where I’m from. My mama uses a pellet gun to keep ’em off the birdfeeder. Why spend all your time trying to pick up a squirrel when you can pet Prof. Atley’s dog? Or the volleyball team’s cat? Respectable pets. Clean pets.”

“Guinea pigs,” put in Chowder. “I think I know someone with a ferret.”

“Rats,” added Whiskey.

No,” said Bitty, “not rats. I said respectable pets.”

“Rats are actually very clean,” said Dex mildly.

“Yeah, Bitty, don’t judge,” drawled Nursey, clearly just to be a shit.

Bitty narrowed his eyes at them. “I will deny pie to any person who dares bring a rodent into my Haus.”

“Nah, bro, chill!” Nursey threw up pleading hands. But then he turned to Tango. “I do kinda want to touch a Samwell squirrel now, though. You in?”

Tango’s face lit up and Nursey held up his hand for a high-five.

Dex buried his face in his hands.

Whiskey took the opportunity to casually steal his bacon.

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kuroken; don’t call kenma lazy in front of kuroo. just—don’t.

for @dgalerab - idk if someone beat me to it but i too, like kuroo, would defend kenma to the depths of hell and beyond,,


They’re eating lunch when it happens. It’s just the two of them today, Kuroo nabbing a random vacant chair to join Kenma at his desk because the second year doesn’t feel like moving. Or talking. Or really anything, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

Kuroo talks for the both of them, one of his notebooks open next to his bento as he drops broccoli into Kenma’s box when he thinks the other boy isn’t looking. Kenma has his phone out, but he’s barely scrolling through it. Instead, he’s steadily picking through his lunch, silently taking in Kuroo’s babbling about some sort of revelation in the chemistry world. He hums every now and then to let Kuroo know he’s listening. It’s almost peaceful, as familiar this scene was.

Then, of course, one of Kenma’s classmates, a tall kid with glasses whose name Kenma can never bother to remember, has to go and make a snide remark about him, just loud enough for most everyone in the classroom can hear. 

“There’s no way he made the starting line up without kissing ass. I mean, if Kozume’s lazy ass can be a starter, then what does that say about our volleyball team, right?”

Kuroo falls silent immediately, fingers clenching his chopsticks so hard Kenma’s afraid they’ll break. He wants to say something, or run away, or tell Kuroo to ignore them, but he can’t. He just hunches further into his sweater.

“Excuse me,” Kuroo says, turning in his chair. His tone is light, almost conversational, but his eyes are the sharp kind of dangerous when he plays against opponents that don’t play nice. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The kid sniffs, and Kenma isn’t sure if he should be in awe of his classmate for being so undaunted when there’s a large scary third year glaring him down. “I said, i don’t understand how Kozume is on the team. He doesn’t talk, he’s creepy, and he’s lazy—”

“Kuro,” Kenma says quietly, but his friend doesn’t hear him. Kenma can only watch on nervously, fingers twitching around his phone. The whole classroom is watching the exchange with varying degrees of alarm.

Kuroo finally stands, stretching to his full height. He easily looms over the other kid. “Have you ever gone to a game of ours?” he says, staring the kid down. “Do you even know what volleyball is? How it’s a team sport? How each member carries their own weight, how each team relies on its setter? Have you ever seen Kenma play? Do you know that he’s our setter, the setter who is currently carrying us to nationals? Do you know how much time he puts into studying other teams’ plays, how long he stays for extra practice with all of us, individually? Do you?”

The other kid has the sense of gulp. He pushes on his glasses, glancing away from Kuroo, but not even his friends are willing to help him out of that. Kenma understands. Kuroo is real scary when he needs to be.

“If you want to talk shit about Nekoma Volleyball Club, fine,” Kuroo says, tilting his head so his too-long bangs throw shadows over his narrow eyes. “But let’s see you come to an actual game first, huh? There’s a practice match this Saturday. I invite you.” 

Kenma watches sweat gather on the poor kid’s forehead. But Kuroo isn’t done.

“And if you ever dare call Kenma lazy again,” says Kuroo, leaning forwards until the kid has to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. “We’ll be having another nice chat. Understood?”

The kid swallows audibly. He manages a strangled Y-yes, and then Kuroo is settling back next to Kenma, picking up his chopsticks and continuing his spiel about some unique chemical bond only found in space as if nothing happened. The noise level in the classroom picks up again, and Kenma puts down his phone.

He doesn’t say anything, but when he knocks his knee against Kuroo’s and feels the other boy press back gently, he knows he doesn’t need to.

anonymous asked:

I know bell couldn't help it but Clarke spent /6 years/ waiting for him with an open spot for him by her side and he spent six years mourning her and moving on and it still breaks my heart and I need to see it addressed in s5

THINGS I NEED IN S5 IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:

  • a very teary/ overly emotional reunion- it’s been six years, they all thought she was dead, she thought something happened to them, binch i want to see even murphy shed a tear okay
  • a blarke hug to end all blarke hugs- one of those hugs where they take a running start and she fucking throws her arms and legs are him and he lifts her OR one where the two of them collapse on the floor crying together and there’s just so much touching it doesn’t have to be romantic it can just be two best friends seeing each other again but y’know i’m a romo hoe so maybe something romantic like bellamy brushing the hair from her face (boom 413 parallels waddup) or pressing their foreheads together.
  • blarke spending the rest of the season at each other’s side because it’s been 6 years and they finally have their person at their side once again
  • the two of them catching up/ addressing the no longer dead elephant in the room- 205 parallel where he’s watching her sleep by the fire and she wakes up and catches him.
    • ‘i thought you were dead,’ he says, voice cracking on the word. clarke sits up and offers him a slight smile. her hand finds his, even in the darkness, and their fingers tangle together. he grips on to it like a lifeline. ‘i’m right here bellamy.’
    • more! tears!
  • madi letting it slip that clarke used to radio him everyday and clarke blushing and bellamy doing the jaw clench/ head duck while trying to hide a smile. meanwhile the others are just about ready to tear their hair out because ffs just kiss already goddamnit
  • bellamy and clarke learning how to be with each other again- at this point it’s pretty fucking obvious that their in love but they still haven’t kissed or said anything like that. they’re just… there. enjoying each other’s company as the relearn bits and pieces that they may have forgotten in their separation and it’s nice
  • somebody admitting that they love the other- maybe to another character, maybe to each other, maybe it’s just really heavy inference (’he’s special isn’t he? bellamy?’ ‘they all are. they’re all my friends.’ ‘yeah, but it’s only around him you light up like this. he’s special to you.’)
  • i still want a kiss though, and a sex scene like maybe during the midseason finale they finally get together and their kiss is just so soft and sweet and they both keep their eyes closed far longer than they need to and it’s just so… pure. it’s not like all the other first kisses on the show that’s raw passion and emotion. the emotion is there, yes, but they’re soft and slow and you can practically feel the love pouring out from it because they may not have all the time in the world, but they have each other and they want to do this right for once.
Vampires Don’t Get Sick

A/N: A Snowbaz drabble for @soecrates <3 Happy late birthday!!


Simon has never woken up before Baz. So he assumes Baz is at breakfast when he wakes up and goes to shower, humming an off key tune. He dresses quickly in the dorm and is about to leave when he hears a low groan.

Startled he turns to see a lump in Baz’s bed, moving.

“Baz?” Simon starts. He cautiously makes his way over and sees dark hair spread out over the pillow. The rest of Baz is hidden under a pile of blankets.

Simon considers leaving him there. It’s what Baz would do if he had slept late. But Baz is never late. It just doesn’t happen.

Simon slowly reaches out a finger and pokes the lump of blankets before quickly pulling back.

Baz groans again and rolls over, blearily blinking his eyes.

“What Snow?” he says, lacking his usual venom.

“Um, you’re late.” Simon says.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Then leave me alone.” Baz rolls back over.

Simon considers this for a moment, but he can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. Maybe Baz is plotting something. He’s doing this just to mess with Simon.

He pokes him again.

“Baz?”

“What” comes the muffled reply.

“Are you- are you okay?”

“I’m fine Snow, just leave me ‘lone,” Baz has rolled back over to face Simon. His face is pale, paler than usual. Simon thinks it looks kind of green. And there are beads of sweat on his forehead.

“You don’t look fine. Are you ill?” Simon asks.

“I don’t get ill,” comes Baz’s reply.

Without thinking, Simon presses the back of his hand to Baz’s forehead. He’s burning up.

“Baz, you’re definitely sick.” He can’t just leave Baz here, ill. What if he’s dying? Simon goes to the bathroom and gets a washcloth, running it under cold water and wringing it out. He comes back to Baz and carefully lays it on his forehead.

He hears Baz sigh and his eyes fall closed.

Simon watches him carefully for a bit, to make sure he’s still breathing, then decides he’s done what he could. He leaves the dorm as quietly as he can and decides to head to breakfast; if he hasn’t missed it already.

He can even ask Cook Pritchard for some soup while he’s there. He’s related to Baz, so he’ll probably help.

Penny ignores him when Simon tries to talk about Baz’s odd behavior.

“Can we not talk about Baz for once?” complains Agatha.

“But he’s sick!” Simon says, “Do vampires even get sick?”

Agatha rolls her eyes as Simon slathers more butter onto his scone.

“Seriously, Simon. Shut up.”

“But-”

“You have crumbs on your cheek,” Agatha interrupts.

Simon brushes at his face, completely missing the crumbs, before turning to Penny.

“Pen?” he asks.

“Yes Simon?” Penny mumbles, eyes still on her book.

“Do they?”

“Hmm?”

“Do vampires get sick?”

Penny glances up at him before sighing and closing her book.

“I can’t say I know Si.”

Agatha sights dramatically and gets up, moving to sit with Trixie and Keris.

A bell rings signaling fifteen minutes till first hour. Simon has a free period that he usually uses to visit Ebb or sleep some more.

Today though, he says goodbye to Penny and goes to get soup from Cook Pritchard.

When he gets back to the room, Baz isn’t in his bed. Simon pauses a moment and looks around. He knew Baz had been messing with him. It was all a plot to make Simon feel bad.  

He’s about to leave again when he hears retching coming from the bathroom. He quickly sets the soup down on his desk and runs into the bathroom.

Baz is curled around the toilet, miserable. His face green and his eyes dull. He retches again and Simon automatically moves, pulling Baz’s hair away from his face.

“Simon?” Baz asks. Even his voice sounds ill. It’s too soft and scratchy.

“Here.” Simon says.

Baz opens his mouth to say something but only retches again. Simon scrunches up his nose and does his best to ignore the smell of sick. He looks around and grabs a hair tie off Baz’s side of the sink, doing his best to put his hair up like he’d seen Baz do it. It’s lumpy and some stray hairs escaped, but it isn’t in his face anymore.

Baz groans and leans his forehead against the cool porcelain.

“Are you done?” Simon asks. “You know..” he trails off.

“I think so,” Baz says.

Simon takes Baz’s elbow and pulls him up.

“C’mon.” he says.

Baz complies, letting Simon lift him up off the floor and help him back to his bed.

He collapses against his pillow and looks at Simon blearily.

“Why are you doing this? Helping me?”

“Y-you’re sick Baz!” Simon stutters. “I can’t just let you be sick. Besides, I’m used to you plotting. My life gets boring without you plotting against me.”

Simon doesn’t actually know why he’s helping him. It’s probably something to do with how pathetic he looks. His eyes are dull and his hands are shaky. He’s nothing like he usually is. ‘You could almost forget he’s evil when he looks like this,’ Simon thinks.

Baz laughs and then groans, clutching his stomach.

“Are you going to puke again?”

“No.”

“Good.” He takes the washcloth from earlier this morning and moves it towards Baz’s face, but Baz pulls away.

“Baz.” Simon looks at him, eyebrows raised. Baz stares back.

“Let me help you.”

Baz huffs but doesn’t move away again when Simon brings the washcloth to his lips and wipes them off. Simon does his best to ignore the fangs pressing into Baz’s bottom lip. He’s too sick to attack him right now; that was a problem for another time.

“Do you think you can eat?”

Baz shakes his head.

“C’mon Baz, just a few bites. You need food to get better.”

Simon goes to the desk and brings the soup over. He lifts a spoonful to Baz’s mouth and Baz glares as he accepts it, carefully swallowing.

“I don’t need you to hand feed me, Snow,” he says after the first bite. But he didn’t sound mean or bitter, just exhausted.

“Oh really?” Simon asks. “Fine. You do it.”

He hands the spoon to Baz and watches him try to steady his trembling fingers. After three attempts at getting a spoonful of soup Simon snatches it back.

“I thought so,” He says, raising another bite of soup to Baz’s mouth.

With Baz eating something, his fangs pop out even more.

A thought occurs to Simon.

“Baz?” he asks slowly.

Grey eyes meet his and he opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again decisively.

“Do you need, like, blood?”

Baz snaps his mouth shut so quickly he can hear his teeth clack together. The muscles in his jaw stand out as he clenches his teeth. He’s obviously uncomfortable, resembling a wild animal caught in headlights.

“I- I’m not going to tell anyone Baz,” Simon says quickly, hand on his leg in an attempt to reassure him.

“Not even the Mage?”

Simon hesitates and Baz scoffs, a bit of his usual self appearing for a moment.

“I thought so.”

Simon straightens his shoulders and meets Baz’s eyes.

“No. Not even the Mage. Now do you have like an extra storage of blood or something for when you get sick?”

“Vampires don’t get sick, Snow. I’m already half dead.”

“Okay… but you’re sick now.”

“Shut up Snow.” Baz turns away and Simon can’t help but notice how hollow and grey his cheeks are.

“Seriously Baz, I can get blood for you. Not from people or anything but-”

“Do you really think I drink human blood?” Baz snaps.

Simon stops. He doesn’t know what to say. Baz is a vampire and he’s evil. Why wouldn’t he?

“Of course I don’t,” Baz continues. “Why do you think I’m in the catacombs all the time?”

“…Right.” Simon says. “Listen I’m sure Penny knows a spell or something that can-”

“No!”

“But Baz.”

“No.” Baz swallows. “No one else can know, okay?”

Simon looks at Baz, yet Baz doesn’t budge.

“Okay, Baz.”

Baz finally drifts off into a restless sleep. His eyes flutter and he cries out occasionally but he seems to not be dying so Simon heads down to the catacombs.

Simon can’t believe he’s doing this. ‘And for my enemy’, he thinks. But right now Baz doesn’t seem like an enemy, or a monster. He seems like a boy. A sick boy. Who Simon feels a duty to help.  

He shakes off feelings and thoughts of Baz and focuses on his task at hand. He pulls out his wand, not able to think of any easier way to catch a rat.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

About fifty rodents scurry out from the walls and Simon tries not to shriek.

Go down like a lead balloon!” he shouts.

The catacombs go quiet again.

Simon stares at the rat massacre and sighs, lowering his wand. Baz had better appreciate this.

He lugs about ten dead rats back up the stairs in a backpack he had brought down and sets it beside Baz, who wakes up immediately, nose twitching.

Simon watches as he tentatively opened the bag and peers in before glancing at Simon. His mouth seems suddenly fuller than it was a few seconds ago.

“Thanks,” Baz says. The ‘s’ drawn out in a slight lisp.

“No problem,” Simon says, shrugging and sitting on his bed.

Baz gingerly picks up a rat and then glances at Simon.

“You don’t have to watch this.”

Simon scoffs. “I’ve already seen you puke your guts out Baz. I don’t think this is going to change anything.”

Baz self consciously licks his lips and opens his mouth to protest but Simon cuts him off.

“I’m curious, Baz. It’s - It’s kinda cool.” Simon blushes and Baz actually laughs. He laughs.

Simon doesn’t think he’s ever heard Baz genuinely laugh. It’s loud and surprising coming from someone who is so full of glares and smirks.

“You’re crazy,” Baz says.

“You’re a vampire.”

“I guess we match.”

They watch each other for a moment, and Baz cracks a small smile. He must be loopy from his fever, Simon decides.

“Go ahead,” he says, “Do your thing.”

Baz shakes his head but bites down on the rat’s neck and drains it of blood. He gets through about three more before he zips the bag back up and sets it on the ground.

He watches Simon warily for a reaction.

Simon is leaned forward, fascinated.

“So, like, how often do you need to do that?”

“Shut up, Snow.”

“No, really. Can you die if you don’t get enough blood?”

“Snow.”

“And can you control your fangs? Cause they’re not always there y’know.”

“I know, Snow.” Baz leans back onto his pillow and closes his eyes.

“Can you smell blood?” Simon continues, “Can you smell my blood? What do I smell like?”

Baz’s eyes remain closed. He’s quiet for a bit, but finally answers. “Like apples and cinnamon and smoked bacon.”

“So what you’re saying is I smell good.”

Baz cracks open one eye to see Simon grinning.

“Be quiet, I’m ill, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

He closes his eyes again only to feel a hand against his forehead. His mattress dips as Simon sits beside him.

“You’re fever seems to be down.”

“Mmm” Baz agrees.

“How do you feel?”

“Cold.”

Simon is warm. He radiates heat, even through the blankets. Baz can feel him where his thigh touches his side.

“How cold? Cause you could be too cold. If you’re too cold that’s not good either-”

“Shut up.”

“Baz, seriously,” Simon continues, “What if you’re like the opposite of a fever. Like a cold fever,”

“Shut up Snow.” Baz blindly reaches out and tugs on Simon’s arm. Simon loses his balance and falls against Baz’s chest.

Baz keeps his eyes closed. He has to. He can feel Simons breath against his cheek. Simon is so warm. Like a down blanket. But with harder edges and elbows and knees. Simon sucks in a breath as he’s pressed against Baz’s chest. Even sick, Baz doesn’t feel all that weak. He feels firm and unbreakable, and not like an enemy at all.

“…Baz?” Simon asks.

“Stay,” Baz mumbles drowsily.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Warm.”

“Okay, fine. Just to make sure you don’t get an opposite fever,” Simon says. He pushes away all the thoughts trying to race through his mind, determined just to enjoy this. Baz would probably push him away once he woke up and felt better, but for now, Simon could do what Baz wants.

“Mmm,” Baz hums.

“At least let me under the covers though.”

Baz, sleepily, feels Simon crawl over him and get under the covers before slowly wrapping his arms around him. Baz snuggles up to him, to tired to think or care about what he’s doing. Simon doesn’t protest, actually seeming to relax against him.

“Sleep well, Baz,” he whispers softly. Baz’s back is nestled against Simon’s chest and he can feel every breath Baz takes. He likes him here, Simon decides. He doesn’t have to worry about where Baz is and what he’s plotting when he’s right next to him. Simon’s eyes start to close and his breathing evens out to match Baz’s as he falls asleep.

A week later, Simon gets sick.

I was just thinking of Kagome’s first words to Inuyasha after she comes through the well : “I’m sorry Inuyasha, were you waiting for me?” (And various permutations of that) and the deeper meaning behind her words

Because there’s no surprise in that statement at all. You can see it in how she’s drawn in that panel and hear it in the delivery of both English and Japanese versions of the anime. I don’t think she doubted for a second that she’d get back and find him waiting for her, which is why I think she was able to make the decision. Trust is so important to them, and she trusted he’d still be there waiting. Whatever she thought during those three years, at that moment she didn’t doubt him.

Which, in my mind, is why she apologizes. BECAUSE she knew he was waiting. ALL THAT TIME. She knows him enough to realize how lonely he must have been, because even though he has friends now, he’s still not an open person, and he’s been through so much, but he’s so loyal, and I just…… I think in that moment she realized what that waiting had cost him, but at the same time she was so grateful and just happy to see him and happy to know he wanted to see her too, and I think she knows that he would have waited for her however long it took, and because of that she can’t help her first words to him being “I’m sorry” and I think it’s beautiful and just…..

I have a lot of feels over this.

Daenerys x Female Reader

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Imagine loving, passionate sex with Dany where you get so lost in the moment it becomes rough and wild.

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Hellllloooooo my friend I am in serious need of daenerys targaryen smut with a female reader 😍 maybe they have been longtime lovers (so reader can replace daario) and care about each other a lot but also have pretty rough sex lol (cuz come on dany is wild) thxxxxx 😍😍

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where the sun and stars meet

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Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader (oh my word, she’s done it, she’s written a non-Lin fic, holy moly, we never thought this day would come)

Summary: He knew you well enough to know when you were forgetting to breathe.

Note: i fell straight into rafa hell and apparently this is how i decided to handle it lmao. @fragmentofmymind and @alexanderhamllton had to deal with my yelling about this so go give them extra love THEY DESERVE ALL OF IT I LOVE THEM A LOT. 

okay omg i love you guys and i hope you enjoy the garbage, feel free to come yell at me about it <3

Word Count: approx. 4500? (guys it’s a ONE-SHOT ARE YOU PROUD)


Being a twenty-eight year old woman living in Los Angeles could be tough.

In six years of residence in the city of stars, you had realized that sometimes the lights weren’t so much sparkling as they were blinding. Blinding of the goals you’d set out to achieve, the paths to get there, the hope and promise of a state drowning in sunshine and smog. Although you had never expected it to be, the journey wasn’t easy.

Sure, you’d had plenty of dancing gigs during your time there so far, but your heart was in choreography and you were determined to keep working until you made that goal happen. You knew that you were talented, that when you were in your flow you could tell stories and string together phrases and characters with even the most subtle pieces of movement. Every once in awhile, though, you lost your flow.

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New Rules 2

Title: New Rules 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Can you do something with tom or Peter based on the song new rules by dua lipa? It would be great if you could 😘💖

Word count: 904

A/N: I tried a different format so it would be easier to read, let me know what you guys think. Also sorry this is A LOT shorter than the first one, ENJOY!

Warnings: Angst

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Also I lost my tag list for New Rules (Which wasn’t added to the first part) so if you were added to it before please send me an ask saying so or message me, thanks x (Update; I found some people from my old list but if I didn’t add you below please message me)

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anonymous asked:

Hey I read your "Mc's Dad wanna talk" you are awesome...!!! Can you please Do RFA+Saeran+V meeting MC's parents who are protective of MC and couldn't trust the boys easily..

thank you so much!!

for those wondering which HC this anon is talking about, it’s here


Yoosung:

  • as if he wasn’t already nervous enough
  • hearing the conversation MC was having with her parents over the phone a day before the meeting gave him soooo much anxiety
  • “It’s okay dad, I promise, Yoosung’s a great boyfriend. You’ll love him”
  • *indecipherable yelling*
  • “MOM! WILL YOU CALM DOWN? I’m not moving to another country.. I just want to move in with Yoosung.”
  • *more yelling*
  • “Oh my god, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. See you guys. Yea, love you. Bye.”
  • MC was rolling her eyes but Yoosung, this poor bb was freaking out
  • “Don’t worry, they’re just being overprotective- hey, are you okay? You’re sweating”

Zen:

  • “MC do your parents think I’m a bad guy?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do they hate me already?”
  • “.. no”
  • “Do you think they’ll make me cut my hair-”
  • “Jesus Zen, it’s 3am. It’ll be alright. They’ll love you when they see you tomorrow, I promise.”
  • *the next day*
  • “N- NICE TO MEET YOU MR. AND MRS. MC’SLASTNAME”
    • sorry idk what to put so^^ that’s what i’m going with
  • “Nice to meet you too…”
  • *pulls MC to a side*
  • “Honey, why are his eyes bloodshot? And why is he sweating? Did he not sleep last night.. what kinda of job does he have?!”
  • “He was too busy worrying about his impression on you two to sleep.”
  • this is Zen, probably:

Jaehee:

  • she was sooooo stiff and cold
  • her hands were literal icicles that claimed to have fingers
  • “Greetings, I am Jaehee Kang, 26 years old, working at C&R International as the Chief Secretary.”
  • whoa whoa whoa what was that? it’s like she’s writing her CV
  • “Uh, yes, nice to meet you too”
  • MC’s parents are low key shook but also kinda like ????? okay so she’s a good person, check. a little strange but still formal so.. check. seems to have a legit career with good insight for her future, check.
  • after the dinner Jaehee was dead beat. She was speaking like a robot for the entire night and if that doesn’t tire you out well… you’re probably not human
  • “How do you think it went, Jaehee?”
  • sneak peek into Jaehee’s current state:

Jumin:

  • strict parents? no problemo
  • his own were a couple of crazy oldies
  • just gotta be polite
  • show them what u got
  • be formal with language
  • considerate, responsible, understanding, caring, loving
  • just gotta show them all these traits in 1 nIGHT
  • ok now he’s a little like OMG HYPERVENTILATING
  • “Jumin, you’ll be fine, just act like you normally do”
  • “So.. i can order people around and take Eliza-”
  • “NOT THAT NORMAL”
  • “right sorry”
  • someone send help he’s going to be expressionless the entire time
  • MC’s parents low key think he might have problems with his face muscles
  • but since he’s the next CEO of C&R… it’s okay
  • his background will make sure that he can’t do anything bad to MC without getting caught by the media

707:

  • “I WON’T GO I WON’T GO I WILL NOT GO TO THIS DINNER!!!”
  • he’s whining like a baby
  • “SEVEN U HAVE TO GO IF U DON’T GO THEY’LL MAKE US BREAK UP”
  • “I’ll go under one condition”
  • “that is?”
  • “DON’T LET THEM KNOW IM A GOOF”
  • -_-
  • when he actually has dinner though he’s really well behaved
  • acts like a real gentleman
  • “Seven, why can’t you be like this at home too?”
  • SEVEN IS JUST STARING AT MC like duude what did we promise earlier
  • and MC’s eyes open wide upon realization at the statement she just made
  • oops i guess? haha .-.

Saeran:

  • MC can’t find him
  • he literally disappeared from her sight
  • after 2 hours of frantically searching their house
  • Saeran was hiding behind the laundry basket
  • “Saeran, we have to go, dinner’s at six”
  • he looks at MC with the puppiest of puppy eyes 
  • his lips a quivering, tugging at his sleeves nervously
  • who could say no to this little baby potato
  • “..fine, we’ll meet them another time. I’ll cancel the dinner-”
  • “NO”
  • what???
  • “… I’ll go.. I don’t want them to think I’m a bad boy afterall”
  • MC is beaming and all smiles omfg this boy is so precious what did she do to deserve him

V:

  • he wasn’t scared of anything
  • not losing his sight or fighting bad guys or snakes like rika
  • but there was one thing he absolutely hated
  • confronting others
  • hear me out ok ya boi V here is a sweetheart who needs to be protected
  • but he gets blamed for almost everything that ever happens and homie please
  • this boy needs a break
  • so when MC tells him that she wants him to meet her strict parents who probably do not appreciate the fact that he can’t see shit
  • it scares him a little more than you’d think
  • like straight up he just doesn’t say anything for the entire ride to the dinner
  • he tries to gather his thoughts on how to act normal but his shaking hands say otherwise
  • he’s still polite though, during the dinner and all
  • after dinner: “Jihyun! look at this text my mom sent”
  • [He’s a keeper, honey~]

I hope that was okay :D

BTW yas i got 2 requests done today and it ain’t even 10pm (might sneak another one in before i sleep so look out for it!!)

~Cherry L.


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