i don't know if i'm pleased with the final result or not but here it is

anonymous asked:

Weird request, but you summarize stuff. I've only caught a few episodes of Critical Role but am curious about Kima and Allura. What's the story there? Don't worry about spoilers, I'm never gonna get caught up on this show anyway, but I am curious!

Oh gosh! Okay. This actually dovetails nicely with some logistical stuff I need to figure out for reasons, so hey, here’s my really long-winded summary (and other folks, please chime in if I get something wrong, there’s a lot of ground to cover here ranging from pre-series to right up where we are now):

So, basically, Allura (human wizard) and Kima (halfling paladin of Bahamut) were part of the same adventuring party, and their exploits culminated in a big ol’ boss battle fifteen years before the start of Critical Role against an ancient red dragon named Thordak. Their party managed to seal Thordak in the Elemental Plane of Fire, but in the process three members of their party were killed (Sirus, Dohla, and Ghenn), leaving only Kima, Allura, and their elementalist friend Drake Thunderbrand standing at the end of it.

In the wake of the battle, the three of them went their separate ways, despite the romantic relationship that had developed between Kima and Allura. Allura accepted an offer to become a member of the Council of Tal’Dorei in the capital city of Emon, but Kima wasn’t exactly keen on a political position and traveled north to the holy city of Vasselheim instead, where she worked with Highbearer Vord, the leader of the Order of Bahamut. Kima mentions in early episodes of the show that she and Allura would still try to meet up every few months for drinks, but their lives were pulling them in different directions. 

Matt’s made it pretty clear that Allura still spent a lot of time thinking about Kima during those years—in his playlist he posted way back in 2015, he says of Allura: “So long as protecting the realm means protecting this one person, then all the toil and challenge is worth it.” Kima also wound up struggling a lot with her faith in the wake of all the evils she’d seen, and frequently butted heads with Highbearer Vord and the more straitlaced folks she worked with.

Fast-forward fifteen years, when Kima starts to get visions of a terrible evil brewing under the dwarven city of Kraghammer and rushes in half-cocked. Allura starts to get worried after several weeks pass with no word and hires a group of adventurers that she’s worked with in the past to go find Kima—the adventurers, of course, are Vox Machina, and this push was the impetus for the first on-stream plot arc of the show.

Vox Machina manage to get Kima out of a bad situation in the Underdark, and then they all wind up embroiled in a conflict against a particularly corrupted beholder named K’Varn, who’s managed to get his hands (eye-tentacles?) on a Horn of Orcus and is sort of chilling with his mind flayer pals as a lowkey champion of the god of undeath, which is not fantastic. VM kill K’Varn, and together with Kima (who’d been turned to stone by a basilisk, thus beginning her longstanding pattern of bad luck on missions involving VM) just barely manage to escape via teleportation circle back to Emon.

After a Weekend-at-Bernie’s-esque pub crawl with Kima still in stone form, the party finally manages to restore her, and they all head over to explain the events to Allura. Allura is delighted to see Kima again, and they have a tearful reunion. Kima does travel with VM back to Vasselheim to seal the Horn of Orcus in the Platinum Sanctuary (a temple of Bahamut), leaving Allura in Emon. VM eventually moves on to the next plot, leaving Kima in Vasselheim.

Once VM finishes dealing with the next major arc of the show, the end result is a tiny floating, spinning ball in a forgotten ziggurat under the human city of Whitestone that also happens to nullify all magic for a wide radius in its vicinity. You know, your standard everyday stuff. Completely out of their depths, they ask Allura to travel to Whitestone and check it out while they return home to Emon, a decision that possibly winds up saving her life.

Allura heads to Whitestone and brings Drake Thunderbrand on board to evaluate the situation with the orb. When some of her arcane connections with cities across Tal’Dorei start to go dark, she heads back to Emon to report in to VM at their Keep just outside the city and figure out what the heck’s going on.

She and Drake arrive to find the party in the middle of a very serious argument, on the verge of an all-out brawl, over a magical skull housing some sort of entity that claims to be able to grant any wish. Why is a wish particularly tempting right now? Oh hey, turns out four ancient chromatic dragons, the Chroma Conclave (excellent 80s band name), just attacked Emon, killed most of the Tal’Dorei Council, made a beeline for and destroyed Allura’s home, and are spreading out to destroy most bastions of civilization across the continents of Tal’Dorei and Wildmount. When VM reveals that the leader of the group was Thordak, the same dragon that Allura and Drake barely survived sealing in the Plane of Fire, Allura is in shock.

Allura and Drake head out to the ruins of the Cobalt Reserve in Westruun to try and find some information that could help them defeat the Conclave. VM eventually make their way to Vasselheim in search of allies, and are startled to discover that the city is unaware of the devastation happening across the ocean. When Kima finds out about the destruction of Emon, she’s frantic and her first thought is to find a way to get to Allura. VM manage to assure her that Allura is as safe as anyone can be right now, and Kima joins them on their disastrous journey to the sunken tomb, where they face another beholder and Kima is nearly killed by a long fall in the battle. In the aftermath, she makes her way with the party back to Whitestone, and finds out for the first time that the leader of the Conclave is indeed Thordak—the news puts her into an uncharacteristic state of panic.

While VM travels around in search of ancient weapons to help defeat the Conclave, Allura eventually turns up in Whitestone, which has become the unofficial seat of a new war council. By the time VM shows up again, having killed one member of the Conclave, Kima and Allura are both there to greet them. At this point, the two of them have moved into a house in Whitestone together (there’s a cute moment where Vex knocks on Allura’s door early in the morning and Kima answers it in a too-big nightshirt) and are helping to coordinate studies of the orb under Whitestone as well as the defense of the city itself, once it becomes clear that forces are amassing there. Kima takes out a would-be assassin who comes after them in their home (part of an elaborate rakshasa revenge plot; Gilmore pulps his assassin, it’s a whole thing).

Kima winds up accompanying VM on their mission to Draconia to kill Vorugal, a member of the Conclave, and discovers before leaving that another member of the Conclave, Raishan, has been (in disguise) in Whitestone for some time, that she knows all of their secrets and could wipe out the last form of resistance in an instant, and that the party has worked out a very shaky secret deal with her, since it turns out they all want to kill Thordak. Despite Scanlan’s attempts to modify her memory to make her forget this revelation, Kima knows about the infiltration, and agrees to move forward with the plan regardless. The party manages to kill Vorugal and return back to Whitestone, at which point Raishan’s identity is revealed, for better or worse, to the entire war council.

Kima and Allura go to Fort Daxio to help coordinate troops for a final push against Thordak, who has settled down over the city of Emon and is slowly shaping the land into some sort of super-evil volcano. As you do. At Fort Daxio, Gatekeeper Xanthas, a former ally from Emon, reveals himself to have switched allegiances to work with Thordak, and manages to cast a Feeblemind spell on Allura. VM shows up in time to take Xanthas out and reverse the effects of the spell, at which point an extremely shaken Kima and Allura have their first “on-screen” kiss.

After Thordak is defeated, and Raishan escapes an attack from VM in the immediate aftermath of the battle, Kima and Allura accompany VM to Raishan’s hideout on the Island of Viscan, which once served as the home base of long-dead necromancer Opash. After some shenanigans with gravity-reversal and a whole lot of undead bodies, the party battles Raishan, with both Allura and Kima coming very close to death in the fight. In the aftermath, the party tries to escape the island with their dead and wounded… and discovers when their first spell fails that this island has some defenses in place against transportation magic.

Allura eventually manages to put down a teleportation circle and step through, but Kima hangs back a second, telling VM that something looks off about the circle. Before anyone can decide what to do, Kima resolutely steps through after Allura, and they both vanish. Keyleth manages to scry on them and discovers that they’ve landed in open ocean somewhere, which is bad news if you happen to be in full plate armor, like Kima. Through a complete fluke of a dice-roll (natural 20 on a perception check), Keyleth manages to spot them from the beach—swimming in the wrong direction and already exhausted—and Vex shoots out after them on her broom. 

She grabs Allura, Allura grabs Kima, and bookish-wizard Allura, zero-strength-modifier Allura manages to roll a natural 20 on her strength check to hang on to Kima until they get to safety.

In the aftermath, Allura and Kima are helping to put things back in order in Emon, ensuring together that more shadowy organizations like the Clasp don’t make too much of a bid for power in the chaos. When VM heads out on their next adventure, Kima makes sure to tell them that if they see Highbearer Vord, they should just pretend they haven’t seen her; she’s staying with Allura.

New

Alright we are almost at the end of @daisugaweek2017 so I decided to write another long one. I really had no idea what to do with Day 6: Old/ New, so I decided to vague the hell out of the theme and just write whatever the crap I wanted. Ayyyyooo. Deal with it.

Warning: fun language

Also, sorry it’s so long. The “read under the cut” thing is still not working for me for some lame reason. (CURSE YOU TUMBLR.) I promise I’ll stop spamming everyone eventually.


“Fine! I’ll just find a new job!” Daichi stumbled down the uncharacteristically empty street of Kabukichou, cradling a bottle of whiskey in one arm. “I didn’t need that shitty job anyway,” he slurred to himself, lifting the bottle to his lips. “I’ll find a better job. A job with parties and sex and… and liquor! Yeah, that’s it… I’ll be a bartender!” he thrust the whiskey into the air, turning his face to the soft night rain. For a moment he staggered blindly, closing his eyes against the cool pattering of the rain. He welcomed the cleanse of what felt like more than just his face and hair.

After the scene he had caused back at his office following the news that he was being demoted, Daichi needed a good cleanse. He needed to cleanse his body and soul- but mostly his memory- of the image of him hurling his phone at his boss, calling him a corrupt, ass licking, nut sucking pig, and pushing the desk over before storming out of the building in an expletive flinging huff.

I don’t fuckin’ need them anyway.

His toe caught on a raised piece of street and he lurched forward, eyes popping open once more. His gaze fell on the crumpled form huddled on the far side of the sidewalk, in between a trash can and the wall of a love hotel. He knew what it was the instant it caught his attention.

“Oh fuck. A dead body.”

Daichi glanced down the street. He could keep walking. He could pretend he saw nothing, go home, drink some water, fall asleep, and forget all about this tomorrow morning. After all, none of the scarce late night roamers seemed to have noticed Daichi or the body. He could just ignore it.

But Daichi had always been a bit of a boy scout.

And his pride as a good man prevented him from just turning the other direction and feigning ignorance.

He let out a low groan and stumbled towards the body.

“Hey,” he called. “You ‘live?” As he moved closer and closer and the body came more into focus, Daichi realized that it was too small to be the adult he had thought it to be. 

Daichi might’ve thrown up at the horror of finding the dead body of a child on the filthy streets of Tokyo’s least savory neighborhood, but rather than vomit leaving his lips, a breath of relief passed them by at the sight of a set of unfeeling, brown eyes staring directly up at him.

Oh thank god, he’s alive.

Daichi froze and stared down at the young boy that couldn’t be any older than four or five years old. He wore a ragged pair of jeans and a torn and filthy t-shirt, both drenched from the rain. He was barefoot, shivering as he hugged his knees to his chest. Atop his head was a flat mop of unruly grey hair, and nestled in the corner of one of the bags hanging below his dead eyes was a small beauty mark.

He was thin and filthy and holy shit Daichi just found a random kid on the streets, what should he do?

Daichi looked left and right frantically.

“H-hello?” he called. “You left your kid here… uhm… hello? Is someone missing a kid?”

But the street around him was empty, save for a small group of laughing drunks standing out in front of a club boasting nude girls inside.

As far as good, trustworthy adults went, Daichi was the only one in sight.

“Fuck,” he muttered and then clapped a hand over his mouth. “Uhh… uhh… I mean heck!” he rubbed his temples stressfully, nearly pouring whiskey down the front of his jacket. “Fuck— ah, heck,” he quickly screwed the lid back onto the bottle and set it aside. He shook his jacket off of his arms and stepped close to the young boy.

“Hey,” he said in a voice he hoped sounded soothing. “Hi. Don’t be afraid. My name is Daichi. Err… Sawamura-san. Are you lost?”

The boy eyed him dully for a long second, gaze drifting slowly across his appearance.

“Can you understand me?” he asked again. “Do… do you understand Japanese? Uhm… how about, English?” He spoke in disjointed English, “Hello, do you— need help?” and then winced at how stupid he sounded. He should have paid better attention during English lessons back in school.

The child didn’t react to either language, merely staring lifelessly up at Daichi, blinking lethargically.

“Where’s your Mommy and Daddy?” Daichi asked in a slow voice.

But he still didn’t reply. He sat quietly, getting drenched by the rain, shivering against the cold.

“Ah fu-heck,” Daichi glanced around again. “Okay… let’s get you to the police station,” he held his jacket out and settled it down around the boy’s shoulders. He then scooped him up into his arms and straightened. The boy placed hands on his shoulders and leaned back, holding him in his emotionless stare.

Daichi turned in a slow circle, “Okay uhm… where’s the police station…” He wracked his mind but couldn’t seem to recall the directions to anything other than the bar he had been previously drinking at and his apartment. “Okay, no problem,” he held the boy with one arm and thrust the other hand into the pocket of his suit pants. “I’ll just call the police…” he pulled his hand out, empty. “That’s weird…” he switched arms around the boy and checked his other pocket, just to come back with the same result.

“Where’s my…” he paused. “Oh… that’s right.” He pursed his lips. He had thrown his cell phone at his corrupt pig of a boss.

Ex Boss. 

He looked to the boy, who continued to stare at him stiffly, hands pressed against his shoulders.

And really, what else could he do?

He smiled warmly at the child and put his other arm around him, holding him securely against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You can stay with me for the night. We’ll find your mommy and daddy in the morning when I can think straight.”

Daichi knew it was a bad idea.

A random drunk taking a small, unknown child home with him?

He probably looked like some kind of child predator.

But it was the only solution his drunk mind could think of at such short notice. Besides, it was still steadily raining and the kid would die if he didn’t get him out of the cold and into some dry clothes. And he couldn’t rely on someone else finding and taking care of him. Not in this neighborhood.

So regardless of whether he looked like a creepy pedophile or not, there was no way Daichi was leaving him out on the street.

“It’s okay,” Daichi spoke- rather rambled- soothingly the entire walk home while the boy continued to stare wordlessly at him. When he made it back to his tiny apartment, he thought once more about how this was the worst terrible decision he had ever made in his life and tomorrow morning the police were going to barge into his room and arrest him, branding him a child predator for the rest of his sorry, stupid life.

But at least if he was in prison, he wouldn’t have to worry about looking for a new job. And at least the kid would be safe, warm, and fed.

That’s all that really mattered, right?

“Here we are,” Daichi closed the door behind him as he carried the boy into his apartment. “Home sweet home!”

The boy finally dragged his eyes from Daichi’s face and glanced around the entrance of the apartment. Daichi kicked his shoes off and then set the child down on his bare feet, removing the suit jacket from his shoulders.

“It’s not much,” Daichi continued, hanging the jacket on the hook next to the door. “But it’s warm. And it’s cozy. And it’s home.” He reached out and took his hand, “C’mon, I’ll run you a warm bath and make you some food.” He led him down the hall to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water.

“Wait here,” he said, turning for the door. “I’ll get you something to wear.” Daichi left the bathroom and let out a deep breath.

He was so fucked. If Asahi saw him now…

“What else am I supposed to do?” Daichi let out a low whine and stomped childishly to his bedroom. “Just let him freeze to death or be the prey of an actual child predator?” he went to his closet and sifted through the clothes, searching for something the boy wouldn’t be absolutely drowning in. “He’s such a cute kid! There’s no way he could survive out there! There was nothing else I could do. I did the right thing,” he nodded stubbornly and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts.

He went back to the bathroom to find that the kid had already climbed into the tub, his filthy clothes crumpled on the floor beside it. He moved his hand slowly through the water, staring at it with wide eyes.

“How’s the temperature?” Daichi asked, setting the fresh clothes on the sink counter. “Is it too hot? Too cold?”

The boy glanced at him but then looked back to his hands, running them reverently through the liquid, as if he had never seen such a thing before in his life.

“There’s soap and shampoo you can use,” Daichi pointed at the bottles sitting on the edge of the tub. The boy looked at them, turned to Daichi, and then faced the bottles once more.

Daichi watched him for a moment as he hesitantly reached out to the shampoo and poked it. He poked the soap next and looked to Daichi.

“Do you not know how to wash?” Daichi lifted an eyebrow. “How old are you?” he walked up and knelt beside the tub. “Okay. See this bottle?” he lifted the soap. “Soap. You use it to wash your body,” he popped the cap and took the boy’s hand, holding it out. He poured a small amount into his palm and set the bottle aside. “Just rub it all over,” he feigned washing his chest.

The boy looked at the soap warily, suspicious eyes flicking back up into his face.

“Listen, Kid. I’m already on the fast track to being deemed a child molester. I’m not washing your body for you.”

He cocked his head to the side questioningly.

Daichi sighed, “Okay, forget the soap then,” he rinsed the soap from his hand and then grabbed the shampoo bottle. “I’ll wash your hair for you.” He squirted a dollop of the shampoo into his hand and then gestured at him, “Turn around.”

The boy did as he asked, leaning his back against the side of the tub. Daichi scowled and lathered the shampoo in his unruly grey hair.

“When we find your mom tomorrow, I’m gonna give her a good lecture about teaching you not to trust people so easily. You’re lucky I’m a good guy, but what if some creep had found you before I did?” He let out a huff and massaged his fingers over the boy’s scalp gently. “Really, it’s bad enough that she lost you. And in such a fuckin’— ah, heckin’ bad neighborhood. Just what the fuck— shit, no I mean heck, ah god damn it, fuck. No.” He paused, pressing his forearm to his eyes momentarily. “When we find your parents, please don’t repeat any of this shit— junk that I’m saying.” He continued scrubbing his hair, “I already look like a pedophile. I don’t also need to add general bad influence to my record.”

He finished washing and then rinsed the boy’s hair.

“Alright, let’s dry you off and get you something to eat,” Daichi stood and grabbed a fluffy grey towel. The boy stood and climbed out of the tub and Daichi wrapped the towel around him. “Dry, dry, dry,” he sang as he rubbed his hair and shoulders. He released him, allowing him to dry the rest of his body as he turned to the clothes.

He lifted the shorts, “Alright, here you go. They’re gonna be like hakama on you, but it’ll have to do,” he knelt and held the shorts out. The boy stepped into them and Daichi pulled the drawstrings as tight as they would go and tied them off.

“And your shirt,” he lifted the t-shirt, “It’s going to be like a dress on you. But it’ll have to do.”

The boy dropped the towel to the side and held his arms out. Daichi’s eyes fell on a large, black bruise covering his left ribs. His mouth went dry and he swallowed, looking back into the boy’s face. He stared at him, emotionless, waiting patiently for him to pull the shirt over his head.

Daichi inhaled deeply and slid the shirt over his head and shoulders, pulling his arms through the sleeves.

“Alright,” he stood and turned away. “Let’s get you some food,” he dragged his fingers through his hair stressfully as he led the way down the hall to the kitchen.

Fuck. Fuck.

What’s that?

Where did he get that?

Did his parents do that?

Is he a runaway?

Daichi stressed quietly as he gathered ingredients for a meal from the cupboards and refrigerator. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t hand a kid that was obviously abused back over to the parents that might have been the ones to do it. What’s more, they’d probably just pin the blame on Daichi anyway.

He was a drunk, twenty-five year old man who had spent the past several hours of the night slumming it in the raunchiest neighborhood in the city.

Just who were the police going to believe?

He was so fucked.

“Tomorrow’s Daichi will figure it out,” he mumbled as he cooked. “Sober Daichi is much smarter than drunk Daichi. He’ll know what to do.”

He put together a simple meal and then sat on the other side of the table and watched the boy eat it. His eyes were wide as he hungrily scooped spoonful after spoonful of the food into his mouth, barely sparing the time to chew and swallow before stuffing another bite in.

“Slow down,” Daichi said. “You’re going to choke.”

The boy ignored him, sucking down a long gulp from his water.

“Jeez,” he muttered, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand. “It’s like you’ve never eaten before in your life.”

Physical abuse and neglect?

Shit.

Fuck.

When the boy finished, Daichi set his dishes in the sink and led him to the bedroom.

“Alright, you take the futon,” he said, fluffing the pillows and blankets. “I’ll sleep right here on the floor so when the police barge into my apartment tomorrow, I’ll look less like a pedophile. Ah, maybe I should sleep in the kitchen… nah, it gets cold in there.”

He patted the futon and looked up at the boy, “Here you go. Get in.”

The boy followed his instruction and Daichi tucked him in gently, pulling the blanket up to his chin and patting his stomach.

“There you go,” he said with a warm smile. “If you get cold, just steal my blanket, okay?”

The boy blinked up at him wordlessly.

Daichi stretched out on the floor next to the futon, letting out a tired groan. The exhaustion was finally taking hold of his already foggy, intoxicated mind.

He let out a loud yawn and stared up at the ceiling, “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Tomorrow, we’ll figure it all out.” His mind drifted to the bruise covering the boy’s side and dread filled his stomach. “It’s okay,” he said again. “Sober Daichi will know what to do.” He let out a laugh, “Who knows, maybe I’ll just have to be your new Daddy.” His eyes slid closed and he hummed, “I guess that means I’ll need to find a new job…”

His brain was shutting down, going to sleep for the night, when he heard soft rustling from the futon. And then Daichi’s blanket lifted and a small, warm body slid close and snuggled against his side. The boy rested his head on Daichi’s shoulder, thin arm wrapping tightly around his stomach.

Daichi’s heart twisted painfully and he put an arm around him.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “I’ll protect you.”

Is what he thought. And he sincerely believed those words as he fell asleep, swearing that in the morning he’d know exactly what to do.

To protect this child.

To keep him safe from whatever it was that haunted him.

However, reality just wasn’t as simple as Daichi’s drunken daydreams.

He had been so positive that he’d know exactly what to do the instant he opened his eyes that morning. But any confidence he may have had the night before was blown completely away the instant he awoke to find a grown ass adult man cuddled into his side, one hand tucked underneath Daichi’s shirt, fingers spread over his abdomen.

For long seconds Daichi stared down at the head of unruly grey hair resting on his chest. 

That head was much larger than the one Daichi had shampooed just a few hours prior.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Daichi let out a cry and sat up hurriedly, spilling the man to the floor beside him.

“What the fuck?” Daichi scampered backwards and pressed his back to the wall of his bedroom. The man groaned and rubbed his head. He rolled over and leveled Daichi with a brown-eyed stare. The eyes were the same as the ones that had drilled holes into Daichi’s soul last night, but rather than that dull, lifeless look, they were warm, curious.

“Wh-who are you?” Daichi demanded. His head pounded with a dull ache and his stomach twisted nauseously at his sudden movement. “Wh-why are you in my apartment?”

The man sat up and looked around the room, smiling affectionately.

“It’s not much,” he said in a light voice. His eyes slid over a bookshelf in the corner, “But it’s warm. And it’s cozy. And it’s home.”

Daichi blinked at him in surprise.

“Home sweet home,” he chuckled softly and faced Daichi, corners of his eyes crinkled tenderly.

He crawled on all fours in Daichi’s direction and Daichi noted that he was wearing his t-shirt and shorts, still too large, but no longer a dress and hakama.

“Wh-who are you?” Daichi repeated.

“Suga,” he answered simply.

Daichi leaned away as he drew nearer.

“What… what are you…”

The man put his hands on Daichi’s knees and pushed them down to the floor. He climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips, placing his arms around his shoulders.

“Why do you look so shocked?” he asked softly. “Didn’t you say you’d be my new Daddy?” his fingers curled in the hair at the back of Daichi’s neck.

“Wh-wh-what?”

He hummed and slid a finger along the line of Daichi’s jaw, “That’s what you said last night, wasn’t it?”

Daichi gulped, eyes falling on the beauty mark in the corner of his left eye.

No.

No fucking way.

“What are you?” he whispered.

The man smiled, eyes glittering with amusement, “Your new job.”

Daichi’s eyes widened.

He leaned forward until their noses touched, “You’ll do it, right? You’ll protect me?”

Daichi’s stomach dropped.

Well… on the bright side, he wasn’t going to be hauled off to prison and convicted as a child predator.

The man trailed his fingers reverently through Daichi’s hair, scrutinizing his face closely with wide, feeling eyes.

A shudder passed through Daichi’s body and he slumped back against the wall, breathing out a soft,

What the fuck.

The man straightened, eyes lighting up.

“I think you mean heck.”

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment like the peals of Daichi’s funeral bells.

And he was so hecked.

The "I'm sorry I don't have a read more option on mobile" Thrilling Finale

The PTA was huddled together in a corner of the room. They feared for their safety, as well as the safety of their kids. Sans had already broken half the bleachers, they didn’t want the other half to suffer the same fate.

Being surrounded by angry monsters alone was bad enough, but knowing that they could have competley avoided the situation made it all the more worse. Linda attempted to talk her way out, but didn’t quite get the reaction she was expecting.

“Come on now, surely we don’t have to resort to violence! Let’s just sit and talk this through, and maybe you’ll even understand what we have to go through to keep you in line!”

Undyne decided that she had had enough of Linda, and promptly picked her up and tossed her across the gym. Luckily she wasn’t as harsh as she usually was, but Linda still kept quiet from then on.

Mettaton wasn’t helping whatsoever. He bounded over to Linda, singing a song about how tragic her life has been, “a life almost as tragic as the life of her horrible brownies”.

Frisk wasn’t enjoying the amount of violence that they were using either. It had prompted the other students to begin being even more mean, even resulting in them being shoved to the ground. Sans promptly came to their rescue, lifting up all of the other students and literally tossing them outside.

Toriel was not to be distracted. Shaking her head sadly, she tried to go along with what Linda had so rudely tried to start.

“I sincerely wish it had not come to this. But, humans need to learn their lesson. You cannot do that to my child and not expect repercussions. Now, there are ways you could make up for it, but I do not think you want to go down that road.”

The PTA immediately hurried to assure her that yes, they wanted to make up for it, whatever she wanted they would do it. They quickly discovered that Toriel was right about them not wanting to do it.

“Very well. Sans, could you come over here please?”

Sans walked back over to the group, having confirmed with Frisk that they were all right. “What’s up, Tori?”

“I believe these humans would like to apologize. Would you mind…helping them?”

Sans grinned at the PTA, even more than usual.

“Sure, want me to give them a tu-TORIEL?”

“SANS!” Papyrus shouted, “NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR PUNS!!!”

“Aaw come on bro, my puns are SANS-sational!”

The PTA groaned in unison, deciding this was worse than anything the monsters has originally planned.

“Come on, aren’t you un-DYING to see me?”

After fifteen minutes of constant puns, the adults were all begging for them to stop, that they were sorry, that they wouldn’t be rude to Frisk, or any of the monsters, ever again.

Toriel was satisfied, but it appeared Mettaton wasn’t.

“Come darling, surely you can’t let them go after such a minor punishment? This needs drama! Action! Bloodshed! …Well, maybe not that last one, but you understand the idea! They hurt Frisk, Toriel! Are you really letting them go after only hearing a few puns? This whole situation needs more suspense and drama! And I know just how to bring it!”

Toriel hesitantly agreed to let Mettaton go on with his plan, and he hurriedly corralled the adults into another room. Scared of what he might do if they refused, they quickly followed.

Minutes passed, and still they hadn’t returned. All the monsters sat in the now vacant bleachers, and asked Frisk if they were okay. Assuring them that they were, Frisk sat with them in silence until suddenly the door burst open.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MAY I PRESENT TO YOU, THE PTA! THE MUSICAL!”

The adults slowly shuffled into the room, wearing small tutus that looked like they belonged to the students. Shuffling about in the gym, they performed a sloppy dance routine and sang out of tune apology songs while Mettaton kept shouting from the sidelines that they needed to be bigger, bolder, more passionate!

After twenty minutes of this, Toriel walked down the bleachers towards Mettaton, insisting that it was enough. The PTA couldn’t learn twenty minutes worth of musical numbers in only fifteen minutes of practice time.

“Perhaps you are right darling. This will have to do for now. But if they ever act up again, you’d better be prepared for an encore!”

The PTA thankfully sat down on the linoleum floor, hoping this was enough to grant them amnesty.

The rest of the monsters walked down the bleachers, lead by Sans.

“Well, that sure was something. But what’s a good performance without a few snacks after? Hey bro, you got anything good?”

Papyrus quickly lit up, and led them all to the school’s cafeteria.

“WHY, YES I DO! I HAPPEN TO HAVE STORED SEVERAL SERVINGS OF MY BEST SPAGHETTI HERE IN CASE SUCH AN OCCASION EVER ARISED! HOW LUCKY YOU ALL ARE TO BE ABLE TO TASTE MY BEST SPAGHETTI AFTER SUCH A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE!”

The PTA didn’t sound happy to hear this, as they began mumbling to themselves about how they couldn’t bear to even see spaghetti again, some even booing quietly as a joke. One blue glare from Sans shut them up quick.

After the entire PTA was forced to eat an entire plate of Papyrus’ spaghetti, Toriel insisted that the humans had learned their lesson, and Frisk heartily agreed. Satisfied that they had done their job, they allowed the adults to get their kids and go home.

Linda, however, didn’t seem to learn anything. Angrily walking out of the school, she literally dragged her son to her car, the only student who remained loyally kind to Frisk.

“But mooom! I didn’t get to say goodbye to Frisk! They’re teaching me how to talk with them, and I want to try signing “goodbye”!“

"Ugh, Billy why were you ever friends with that…lunatic? Sign language is a sorry excuse for a language, don’t talk to them. They just pretend for attention.”

Sans happened to hear this, and it didn’t seem a coincidence that Linda’s car was the only one who’s battery was broken when she tried to drive away.

All credit for inspiring me to start this goes to @jingleibells!
How Rory Probably Told Sirius, James, Lily and Remus that She was Pregnant
  • Sirius: Hi, sweetheart. *kiss on forehead* Finally decided to give your old man a visit?
  • Rory: Daddy, I was here just yesterday.
  • Remus: Hello, love. :)
  • Rory: Hi, Dad. *kiss cheek* :) Hi, Uncle James, Aunt Lil.
  • James: You said that you wanted to say something important?
  • Lily: Yeah, Harry was being smug about it, too. He visited us yesterday. Said it would be better to hear it from you.
  • Sirius: Did you kill your husband?
  • Remus: Sirius, no.
  • Sirius: If you want us to hide a dead body...
  • James: I'm not saying that we will. All I'm saying is that we could.
  • Lily: Sometimes I wonder why I married the three of you.
  • Rory: The three of them, Aunt Lil?
  • Lily: Sweetheart, these three come in a package. You get one, you get three.
  • Sirius: The day she married James was the day she became Mrs. Potter-Lupin-Black-Pettigrew. (If you read my first post about her, I stated that he betrayed no one.)
  • Rory: I guess that fits.
  • Sirius: What was that about a dead body?
  • Rory: I never said anything about a dead body.
  • James: You can make it look like a suicide.
  • Rory: What?
  • Lily: I'm not encouraging it, but that seems like a really good way to get away with murder.
  • Remus: She's not wrong.
  • Rory: Why are we talking about dead bodies? I killed no one.
  • Sirius: That's a shame.
  • Lily: What did you want to say to us again, sweetheart? You said that it was important.
  • Rory: Well...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Remus: ...
  • Lily: ...
  • Rory: I'm pregnant.
  • Lily: ...
  • Remus: ...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Remus: ...
  • Sirius: How?
  • Rory: What do you mean "how"?
  • Sirius: Did you just wake up pregnant or something?
  • James: Maybe there's a new spell?
  • Remus: Potions have advanced within the year. Maybe she drank something that would result in her pregnancy.
  • Lily: What?
  • Rory: What?
  • Sirius: So I heard, Remus. Potions, really, who knew how advanced they would get. What potion did you use, love?
  • Rory: What?
  • Remus: Did you make the potion yourself?
  • James: What were the ingredients?
  • Lily: Oh, Lord.
  • Rory: Dad, Daddy, Uncle... I got pregnant by... um... *looks nervously at Lily* natural means.
  • Remus: What
  • James: What
  • Sirius: What
  • Lily: They've been married for 6 years. It's bound to happen.
  • Sirius: I SAID 65!
  • Rory: Daddy, really...
  • James: I ALLOWED 65!
  • Rory: Uncle James, you never said that.
  • Remus: HE SAID 65!
  • Rory: I thought you were on my side!
  • Remus: That was before you became preggers!
  • Rory: DAD WHY
  • Remus: You're grounded.
  • Rory: What?
  • Sirius: You heard your father.
  • Lily: Guys, please...
  • James: You heard Remus.
  • Remus: Go to your room and think about what you've done.
  • Rory: I'm 27! I don't live here anymore! You can't ground me!
  • Remus: Yes, I can. Your father specifically said '65.'
  • Sirius: What happened to "I'll always be your little girl?"
  • Rory: Oh my Merlin.
  • James: *stands and goes to a room*
  • Lily: James, don't.
  • James: *comes back* Sign here, here and here.
  • Sirius: What is that?
  • Rory: Uncle James, why are you giving me divorce papers?
  • James: Aurora, sweetheart, I'm sure you'll get full custody of the child.
  • Rory: What?
  • Sirius: Good thinking, James.
  • Rory: I love my husband.
  • Remus: We'll just forge his signature, it'll be fine.
  • Lily: *rolls eyes at the boys* Have you taken any vitamins?
  • Rory: Well, I took some potions. Just some strengthening potion. He's already giving his Mummy a hard time.
  • Lily: It's a boy?
  • Remus: A boy?
  • Sirius: How'd you know?
  • James: Really?
  • Rory: It's a bit early to tell. It's just my Mum instinct, I guess. I've been thinking of names, actually.
  • Lily: Oh, and?
  • Rory: Well... Um... We agreed that we'd call him Lyall Regulus, if that's okay.
  • Sirius: ...
  • Remus: ...
  • Rory: I have to get going, Dad, Daddy. He's waiting outside.
  • Sirius: Can we touch him? *gestures to stomach*
  • Rory: *smiles* Okay, Daddy.
  • Sirius: *kneels down and touches daughter's abdomen* Welcome to our family, Lyall Regulus. I'm your grandpapa. *Gestures to Remus* That's your granddad. *Gestures to James* That's your grandfather. *Gestures to Lily* That's your grandmother. *tries not to cry**cries*
  • Rory: If I can be half the parent that all of you were to me, I know I'd a good job. I promise to do my best, Daddy.
  • Hi guys! I hope you liked this xx This is just something random I thought of, really. I really do hope you enjoyed this! Thanks so much! Please do check out my other posts about her! Thanks a lot xx c:

So I’m about halfway though Monogatari Second Season now. I wrote a bit about it for a /r/anime thread and figured I might as well post it here too. WIth gifs and stuff too, because that’s how you get people to read things on tumblr. You just stick pictures between the paragraphs. 

Monogatari series spoilers up to the end of Nadeko Medusa, and Re:zero spoilers. 

Tsubasa Tiger

The start of the Monogatari SS is a continuation of Hanekawa’s story. Once again we see into Hanekawa’s really messed up family life. The contrast between her pure and white personality vs what she’s actually feeling is pretty incredible, and she just kinda creates aberrations so she can deal with her emotions. This um, not a healthy way to deal with stress. I didn’t originally think that the tiger was something that she created, so that was a nice twist. It was also interesting to see that her feelings of envy were so much more powerful than her repressed sexuality. Really gives you a look into just how fucked up her home life is when she feels like that. The confession scene at the end of the arc was absolutely beautiful too. She confessed knowing that she was going to be rejected, but just being able to express how she felt to Araragi was a huge leap in her character. Really a gorgeous moment in the series. Also that bathing scene with Senjougahara and Hanekawa. 

Hanekawa once again ended up with a new hairdo. Honestly this show is about girls changing their hair style and you can’t convince me otherwise. 

Originally posted by kylse

Rem’s confession in episode 18 really reminded me of Hanekawa’s confession. Sure Rem’s confession was for Subaru’s sake and Hanekawa’s was for her own, but the way in which they were delivered and the circumstances were pretty similar. 

Mayoi Jiangshi

Honestly this arc felt a lot more like it was about Shinbou than it was Mayoi, but it did center around saving Mayoi and the ramifications of saving Mayoi. The conversation with Ononoki at the beginning of the arc was really interesting. It was a little philosophical in nature because they were discussing the nature of their death and what not, but it also did a good job of focusing the arc on finding Hachikuji’s answer to those questions. I was not expecting time travel in this series at all, but what do you know, they went back in time to do his homework but royally fucked everything up. Loli Hanekawa was super fucking adorable, and also just like you’d expect her to be. Sending Araragi to the police station was a nice touch. It looked like it was his mother that was there too. Why Araragi gotta grope the children, Araragi pls. When the scene left off with the narration saying the world had been annihilated I figured it was Araragi being like oh a world without Hachikuji is not a world worth living in, but no they went and destroyed the world. Looking at the different routes and how Shinobu acted in them was fascinating and showed just ridiculously fucking op Kiss-Shot is at full power. In the end, the resolution of alternate world Kiss-Shot was very tragic, but showed a really complexity to Shinobu’s character. She can get back her powers if Araragi dies, but even in the timeline where that happened she ended up trying to kill herself. The exorcists (I always forget the Japanese name for them) continue to be badass and manage to correctly assess how Araragi and friends have messed up the world. Oshino’s explanation of the time travel was great too. It was concise, but thoroughly explained what had gone on. A lot of shows don’t manage to do that right. 

Adult Hachikuji is bae. I wish she had gotten some more screen time, but she was just kind of there. Araragi and Shinobu just ditched her with the rice though, way to go guys. And then finally at the end we have Hachikuji answering the questions that Ononoki had asked. Her response to Araragi didn’t come off as a confession of love to me, but more a heartfelt expression of her friendship with him. She really feels that her life is better because she met him. I still don’t fully understand their relationship, but I imagine I’ll understand more of it as time goes on.

Nadeko Medusa

This arc was hyped up a lot by a lot of people, so I was looking forward to what it had to offer; and boy did the arc deliver. It starts off with the end of the arc in a truly monogatari fashion. Though, knowing how the arc is going to end makes the tension of how it gets there all the more exciting. This is definitely one of the cases where knowing a spoiler doesn’t make something worse. It also really juxtaposes the expectations we have of Nadeko; her being super cute and really not capable of doing much of anything, with what is shown in the opening sequence; her brutalizing Koyomi and Araragi. When that scene ends and the OP rolls in you’re just like wtf. Really well done with that imo. 

Nadeko is a really fascinating character. She basically glides through life by not doing much of anything and just deflecting the bad things or playing victim so that people want to help her out. She is constantly running away from her problems and letting other people solve them or just ignoring them and hoping that they go away. She’s also pretty much insane too. The envy and inability to deal with the fact that Koyomi has a girlfriend and that her love will go unrequited literally drives her to resurrect a dead god and actually become its vessel. Though I think that Ouji a lot to do with that. I’m not sure what her story is, but she seemed to be up to no good. 

It’s really easy to hate Nadeko in this arc because she does a lot of deplorable things. However I can also relate to a lot of the things she did. I’ve ran away from problems, I’ve played dumb to try and get people to side with me, I’ve had an unrequited love. Being able to relate to her actions makes them all the more revolting though. Watching this sickeningly cute, seemingly pure and innocent character lose her mind is pretty difficult. I didn’t actually realize that she had made up the snake god until he commented that he wasn’t actually real until she had eaten the talisman. There was a lot of foreshadowing with her talking to her scrunchie, but I hadn’t guessed that it was all in her head. 

The girls in Monogatari really should just become rappers because they all seem to have this ability to throw mad shade: Senjougahar is the physical embodiment of shade, Shinobu has had centuries to hone her already sharp wit, Tsuhiki puts the fire in fire sisters, um ok that’s all I have for now. But really, Nadeko got absolutely roasted in her arc. Shinobu was ruthless, Tsuhiki gave her a rude awakening, and Senjougahara told her off too. Shinobu absolutely roasted her. 

Nadeko’s moment where she just snaps at school was really well done too. The stress of all the things she was avoiding or didn’t know how to deal with finally piled up and she just completely lost it. She was finally able to voice her thoughts to her teacher and her peers, but perhaps the price she paid for that was a little bit too high. It’s an interesting bit of character development though. In the end she really did lose her marbles when she became Godeko. She goes full yandere and concludes that it would be far more romantic if the man she loved was dead. Her conclusion here is pretty sad. Even with the powers of a god she wasn’t able to overcome her jealousy or stop running away from the problem. She was only able to lash out and try and destroy what she saw as the problem rather than try and solve it. Nadeko is a pretty tragic character. 

Senjougahara once again shows that she’s a badass when she just phones up Godeko and tells her not to kill her man. I was a little surprised that she asked Nadeko to spare Shinobu as well. I’m not sure what Senjougahara’s feelings for Shinobu are, but I imagine I’ll find out more about that as the show goes on. What a cliffhanger to end the arc on. Really enjoyed it overall and I can see why people like this arc so much. 

Originally posted by crystalpilot

What makes the series so exciting for me is how relatable the characters are. The aberrations that they deal with are the results of very real emotions and problems. Hanekawa struggles with her sexual frustration and her envy, Senjougaraha shut herself away from people because of trauma in her childhood, Nadeko imagined up a god and ended up making it corporeal because she ran away from a problem rather than being honest with herself, etc. etc. Sure it’s a bit harder to relate to Shinobu because she’s a centuries old almost omnipotent vampire that has fallen from power and well I just haven’t had that sort of experience. Even so there are a lot of complex emotions going on with Shinobu that are very slowly explained and touched upon. I think that most people will be able to relate to one or more of the characters, and that’s what makes the show so satisfying to watch. Maybe the enjoyment comes from a sense of satisfaction of having dealt with a similar sort of issue that comes up in the show, maybe it comes from a sense of belonging because you had a very similar experience to a character, or really any other number of things. 

This is why the show is special to me, and why I think that it will continue to be special as I catch up with what has been made. While there certainly are some flaws here and there, this is quickly becoming one of my favorite series. Though I don’t think it will overtake Spice and Wolf in the end. 

I’m so conditioned to shows having underwhelming writing that I just get so excited when a show has some good writing, and for me the Monogatari series continues to blow me away. I also can’t get over how good the visuals are. I know they aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I absolutely love the style of the show. I’m looking forward to the rest of SS.

The Real Story of Annie and Finnick's Relationship?

Everyone has their own way of perceiving the relationship between our favourite District 4 lovers- Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair. So while scrolling through my dash I saw seevikifangirl posted a great opinion on her thoughts of Annie and Finnick’s relationship explaining that they fell in love after her games (the 70th Hunger Games). 

I completely understand and agree with what she has to say, but I decided to post my headcanon(s) on what I personally believe to be how Annie and Finnick met. I’m pretty sure these have been influenced by popular Fanfics I’ve read (I’ll link them after each explanation)! I have a total of two possibilities lol

Headcanon #1: Annie and Finnick happened to be childhood friends and had a strong bond before the 65th games. After winning, their relationship had a slight strain due to the fact Finnick was always being called into the Capitol and he couldn’t tell her why. I also believe Finnick made a deal with Snow to keep Annie out of harms way while he was being prostituted. Adding on to this headcanon, I believe something must’ve happened to result in Annie being reaped 5 years later (Finnick proposes? Says something about her in the Capitol? Options like those, but it’s still up in the air for me), similar to the way Snow changed the 75th Quell Card as an attempt to get rid of Katniss and calm the rebellion. A fanfic that sort of inspired this can be found here!

I love this Fanfic even though some parts are kind of inaccurate compared to the content of The Hunger Games Trilogy such as how long Finnick’s games were, how Annie’s games went, etc. But overall it’s super cute and I cried my eyes out reading it. Way too many feels for this girl. But that’s okay cuz I loved it. 

Headcanon #2: Annie and Finnick didn’t have a strong bond before his games (imagine something along the lines of Katniss and Gale before they met hunting in the woods). Annie knew of Finnick, Finnick knew of Annie- nothing beyond that. Annie found Finnick handsome, but knew he was a flirt and a lady’s man so she knew to stay away. However, when she was reaped 5 years later to the games, Finnick automatically felt a bond with her and then became her mentor.

I believe Finnick fell in love with Annie during training, while she was in the games, and even after her victory despite the fact she came out “mad.” I also strongly believe Finnick loved her for who she was and stayed with her because she was the woman he loved completely and wholeheartedly- NOT because "he felt the need to.“ Do not give me that or I will cut you. 

I will continue explaining this headcanon now lol 

In Catching Fire, Peeta even mentions, "Annie’s the one who went mad when her district partner got beheaded. Ran off by herself and hid. But an earthquake broke a dam and most of the arena got flooded. She won because she was the best swimmer” (Catching Fire, Ch. 24). Annie won her games fairly, even with the outside of the arena earthquake, there was no way anyone could’ve rigged her games. I don’t know where the ideas of Finnick rigging the games for her to win came from, because I believe that’s physically impossible even for Finnick Odair (not matter how much in love he was) in the Capitol. It’s obvious he cannot reveal that he’s in love with her because he would lose his appeal amongst the Capitol citizens and Snow would be PISSED!.So all Finnick could do during her games was sit back and watch.  But luckily she won (cries tears of joy).

Since Annie suffers from PTSD, it’s probably likely that the Capitol people didn’t find her to be a “fun victor” or bullshit like that, and they probably mistook her to be crazy and completely insane. So her image was complete shot down in the Capitol due to the fact she “went mad.” In the Hunger Games, Katniss points out how certain things don’t play well with the Capitol audience such as Titus, the District 6 tribute who turned to Cannibalism during an unknown year’s game. Katniss states, “There was some speculation that the avalanche that finally took Titus out was specifically engineered to ensure the victor was not a lunatic” (The Hunger Games, Ch. 10). As a victim of PTSD, Annie must’ve only spent a short amount of time within the Capitol “entertaining” the people as the Victor with the celebrations, dinners, Victory Tour, etc. Additionally I believe Finnick made a deal with President Snow to keep her away from people in the Capitol and to allow her to live a quiet life in the Victor’s Village in District 4.

My idea of Annie remaining within the Districts away from the Capitol during festivities after winning is also supported at the end of Catching Fire. "A hoarse voice asks a question. ‘No, I’m sorry. There’s no way I can get you to Four. But I’ve given special orders for her retrieval if possible. It’s the best I can do, Finnick.’ “ (Catching Fire, Ch. 27). This happens shortly after The Rebels break out Beetee, Finnick, and Katniss from the arena. Since it is within the time period of the Games going on, why wouldn’t Annie be in the Capitol Games Headquarters like every other Mentor? (We know Haymitch remains in the Capitol because Katniss mentions, "I know Haymitch and Effie will not be going with us. As soon as they leave here, they’ll be at the Games Headquarters, hopefully madly signing up our sponsors,working out a strategy on how and when to deliver the gifts to us ” (The Hunger Games, Ch. 10)). 

A fanfic that definitely influenced this idea for me is 65thvictor’s. I don’t have the exact link but it’s all over their profile- and it’s SPECTACULAR. Even though I’m not even close to finishing, go read it. I cried- you will cry. It’s just so good

So I definitely had a lot more evidence and extra thought to support my second headcanon, but I still like to consider the first one because it’s super cute and who doesn’t love childhood romances that continues to grow and develop throughout the years? As much as I love seevikifangirl’s explanation of them falling in love after the 70th games, I can’t get my self to come to terms with because these two headcanons have and always will be within my heart but I am definitely always open to reading other’s views. 

Other fanfics that I recommend are sabaceanbabe’s Treading Water and anything my-odestiny has posted- Tempest Rising is killing me (with my own feelings). 

Wow that was long. If you’ve made it this far, you are an absolute rock star and I hope you like what you’ve read. Please leave your comments, opinions or any recommendations for different fanfics! 

Athlete!Jimin x Reader


Practice was due to start in 10 minutes and you were still trapped on the third floor. Class was running over due to the horrendous scores on the Chem exam but you really didn’t care. 76 was still passing for you and as long as your average wasn’t awful, you were golden. Finally, finally, the ancient of days teacher finished going over the last question and dismissed the class.

You fled the room as quickly as possible to the nearest bathroom. You had 5 minutes to change and get out to the track. In 2 flat, you had your uniform off and a sports bra, crop top, and shorts on. You hoisted your backpack loaded down with books on your back and took off down the hallway, tackling the stairs like the athlete you were. You looked down to your wristwatch and saw it was a minute to go before you had to be out to the field.

You hit the last landing and shoved open the doors, sprinting for the open space without a lick of shade in sight. It was a hot April day and guaranteed to be a sweat out. You flung your heavy backpack to the side and joined the lineup of students. The coach was known for being mean, although well meaning, as he wanted each student to succeed. The captains of the team, two seniors, a boy and girl started drills and you were relieved you made it to time to not get called out to do additional exercises.

You were in the middle of high kicks down the field before you noticed who exactly you were near. Your two girlfriends on the team were on the clear opposite side and you couldn’t join due to you being late. But literally, the hottest guy on the team (if your opinion) was right next to you, black bangs flopping over his forehead as he effortlessly executed the kicks. Your breath quickened as his head turned, and he gave you that crescent-eyed smile he was renowned for.

Before you knew it, you smiled back, teeth and all, dimples and all, not holding anything back because it was Jimin, the sweetie that everyone loved and adored. He was a nice boy, smart and kind, never picked on anyone, and had a diverse group of friends, two who were on the same team on as well.

Hoseok and Jungkook were currently in front of him, the former screaming out to inspire energy in himself and the latter giggling at the antics. Jimin giggled too and your heart melted at the sound of happiness. Kicks were over now and you dropped down to sit and stretch. Your forehead was to your knee when you heard a tentative “hi” from your right side. You turned and Jimin was there, his forehead to his knee too, smiling again and fingers in a wave.

“Hi Jimin,” you greeted, waving back. You two spoke from time to time, seeing as the majority of the year, you two were teammates. Never ate lunch together though, and only shared one class, and sat on clear opposites of the room.

“How was your day?” He asked and the question actually threw you off guard enough to make you lose your count.

“Um…good, I’d say,” you replied. “Now that you’re talking to me,” you thought. “How about you?”

“Excellent!” He replied and smiled again. “Only thing is, it’s so hot today!” He blew air between his lips and you couldn’t help but watch them pucker, the nerve you had before he fanned himself with his free hand.

“Well maybe we’ll get a few clouds come along,” you optimistically said and managed to tear your eyes away from him to search for your friends. They were eyeballing the mess out of you and you knew you’d owe an explanation.

No clouds came along. It was 4:30, no breeze, real feel 85, and you were dying. Or at least you felt like it. A meet was in two days and everyone was timing. Your events were the 400 and 800 so you watched the sprinters go first. Jimin was a sprinter, one of the best in the 100 and 200. He seemed happy with his times although exhausted as he pulled off the track to meet back up with his friends.

Before you knew it and right in the middle of your friend’s sentence, Jimin pulled his shirt off and not even she could complete her thought. A collective hush fell over the girls as all heads swiveled to take in the sight of chocolate abs. Everyone was sweating, but instead of looking icky, he looked simply delectable, like he’d just gotten out the shower. His hair was wet with sweat and droplets were making their way down between his pectoral muscles and disappearing into the band of his underarmor shorts.

Now Jimin wasn’t the tallest, or the smartest, or the handsomest, but he was fantastically cute, and now he was amazingly sexy on top of it. The only noise cutting through the nearby silence was Hobi yelling and threatening to pull up his shirt as a well.

“Mochi sexy,” your friend muttered am you could only nod senselessly in agreement. Your crush was only solidified. The yelling of your captain finally pulled you out your reverie and you belatedly realized that you needed to line up for your timed lap. You took your place and saw that Jimin was standing on the sidelines, still shirtless, still choking you with the sight.

You took off at the whistle and at first, just felt defeated. You’d never catch the eye of a guy like Jimin, who was the ultimate package, and even if you did, he wouldn’t spend any time on you. The defeatist thoughts made you angry, mostly because you knew you shouldn’t think lowly of yourself. You pushed yourself to run faster and pulled ahead to join two other girls in the front. You forced yourself to clear your thoughts, if only for 30 seconds and focus on your breathing technique and the sound of your trusty sneakers hitting the astroturf. Before you knew it, you’d hit the line and pulled off your get your time.

“Shaved three seconds off! That’s good!” You looked up at the sound of his voice. There he was, up close, personal, threatening to snatch your sanity. You were on the shorter side, so Jimin did feel tall to you at 5"8. The moles on his neck and below his clavicle on the left side taunted you as you forced yourself to look him in the eye. He had to know he was wrecking you. Had to. Those deep brown eyes looked clever enough.

“Thank you Jimin,” you answered in what you hoped was a professional tone. There was now no in between with this fellow.

“No problem! Want me to time you for the next too?” He offered, this time showing off his white teeth between pillowy lips. Lort.

“Sure, that would be great,” you found yourself saying. You quickly retreated to your water bottle on the other side of the track and took a gulp before giving a thumbs up to your friend lining up for her 400 heat. Three minutes and it was time for your two laps. As Jimin promised, he timed you, and clapped after you’d completed causing you to blush at the fact that you had your own cheerleader.

“You’re doing awesome today,” he complimented and offered both hands in a high five gesture. You accepted and before you knew it, he’d locked fingers with you, bringing your arms down together to your sides. Kid was still naked and looking down at your feet was a huge mistake. You knew it earlier but had chosen to turn your blinders on. You could see everything in those sinfully tight underarmor shorts. No! You hurriedly took your gaze away, resulting in tightly squeezed eyes shut and a harder grip on Jimin hands.

“Y/N,” you heard and cracked them open to look him in the eyes. He was doing that full on grin again, the one that made you grin too. “Would you like to come hang out this weekend at my place with some friends? We’ll have snacks and games and I know you like pizza, everyone loves pizza-“

"Sure Jimin! I’d like that,” you cut him off as he seemed nervous and he broke his hold on one of your hands to scratch the back of his neck. “And Jimin?”

“Yeah?” He said, meeting your eyes again.

“Can you put your shirt back on? I’m oogling, they’re oogling, we’re all oogling, and I can’t think straight,” you ended in a laugh. He blushed madly before going to retrieve it and if possible, his face flushed even more.

“Oh! Your times!” and he ran off for a pen before coming back and taking up your hand. “For encouragement,” he said. You watched him start to write before he told you to close your eyes and felt the tip of the pen on your skin.  You thanked him again for timing you and watched as he took off to join Hobi in cooling down. You watched him happily before starting to stretch as well, 5 o'clock having arrived, signaling the end of practice.

Later in the locker room, you finally looked at your hand and saw that Jimin had added his phone number. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

Gattaca (1997 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "I never saved anything for the swim back."
  • "For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it."
  • "Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm going home."
  • "Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star."
  • "Flight got you nervous?"
  • "_______ want's to apply here."
  • "For future reference, right-handed men don't hold it with their left."
  • "Just one of those things."
  • "You're gonna miss your flight, _______."
  • "I could've gone up and back and nobody would've been the wiser."
  • "I don't know how to thank you."
  • "I got the better end of the deal."
  • "I only lent you my body."
  • "You lent me your dream."
  • "We're closer to the other side."
  • "It's too late for that."
  • "You wanna drown us both?"
  • "There's no gene for fate."
  • "I can't hear any more of your lies, _______."
  • "I'm the same person I was yesterday."
  • "I am NOT a murderer!"
  • "They've got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that's all you see."
  • "For what it's worth, I'm here to tell you that it is possible."
  • "It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay."
  • "We have to get drunk immediately."
  • "They used to say that a child conceived in love has a greater chance of happiness."
  • "They don't say that anymore."
  • "I not only think that we will tamper with Mother Nature, I think Mother wants us to."
  • "No, we now have discrimination down to a science."
  • "I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin."
  • "Consider God's handiwork; who can straighten what He hath made crooked?"
  • "How the hell did you get up here?"
  • "Oh, I could always walk... I've been faking it."
  • "I have this crazy idea you're more interested in the murder case than me."
  • "I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it."
  • "There's more vodka in this piss than there is piss."
  • "There's still the matter of your height."
  • "That piece can only be played with twelve."
  • "We were just wondering if, if it is good to just leave a few things to, to chance?"
  • "Your child doesn't need any more additional burdens."
  • "You could conceive naturally a thousand times and never get such a result."
  • "If at first you don't succeed... try, try again."
  • "He had everything except desire."
  • "Blood has no nationality."
  • "What about the interview?"
  • "They found my eye lash."
  • "Ah well it could be worse. They could have found it in your eye."
  • "You keep your work station so clean, _______."
  • "Please don't leave the premises."
  • "Am I speaking in some kind of strange foreign language?"
  • "We shed 500 million cells a day."
  • "Is the only way you can succeed is to see me fail?"
  • "Do you want some of this?"
  • "What's your number, you fucking flat foot!"
  • "That's harassment."
  • "Please tell me you're the least bit excited."
  • "If you're going to pretend like you don't care, don't look up."
  • "Do you have any idea what it took to get IN here?"
  • "_______ was never meant to be one step down on the podium."
  • "_______, never shy, pisses on command."
  • "Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, _______. I ever told you that?"
  • "Don't know why my folks didn't order one like that for me."
  • "Yours just happens to be an exceptional example."
  • "I can't go anywhere without seeing my own face."
  • "They'll recognize me."
  • "Don't clean the glass too well."
  • "Wanna go dancing?"
  • "I'm sorry, the wind caught it."
  • "My eyes are prettier."
  • "I think (s)he likes us."
  • "I hope you're not wasting my time."
  • "No, I... I'd give 100 percent."
  • "The only way you're going to see the inside of a spaceship is if you were cleaning it."
  • "Don't eat that, it's Pluto."

anonymous asked:

hey there :) i still don't know how to express my feelings but i'm gonna try... first of all I love carol SO, SO much. i know she's selfless and loving and amazing and complex. but i have to admit i'm having some difficulty now that i think about the 5b arc. i mean, i have to say i was unpleasantly surprised with the way she lied to glenn and michonne... (I wanted her and Michonne to be close, yknow?) and i'm not sure as to why she would keep her act in the ASZ anymore. (+)

[ask continued] (+) I mean, the scene with Pete was amazing (though I wish they had kept the bit Mel mentions in TD when Carol leaves his house), but I don’t like the way that apart from that, in the finale, Carol has been manipulative towards not only the alexandrians (which is already problematic) but part of her family. I’m worried about where that’ll go. I’m with you with the whole not being a Rick fan thing, so it worries me that he seems to be the only one she’s been agreeing with recently. :( Thoughts?

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Hi anon, and I’m super sorry it took me so long to answer this.

God, I love Carol with my soul. I cannot imagine anything that could happen that would ever change this, that would ever make my allegiance to her falter. I love her more than any fictional human. I’m with her to the end of the line.

Let me just put it out there — straight no chaser — that I’m concerned about Carol at the moment too, but not for any of the same reasons that a lot of people are. I’m concerned because of what I see happening in the media — the way words and phrases such as “scary,” “calculating,” “the devil on Rick’s shoulder,” “Iago to Rick’s Othello,” and a bunch more craptastic blah blah blah are slowly making their way into article after article. Fuck on a fuckstick, you cannot win as a woman in this world. If you don’t do anything, you’re a weak, burdonsome, useless wimp. If you do everything, you’re a cold, calculating, soulless monster whose story arc is clearly over. To which I say:

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I think it is monumentally important to remember that while for us as viewers, more than a year has elapsed since ”Infected,” for Carol I don’t think it’s been more than two months. (You guys who timeline like a boss please feel free to correct me if I’m off here.)

In that time she has:

  • Killed two people she knew and cared about in a misguided attempt to save everyone
  • Been cast out from her family by Constable Fuckboy
  • Headed back to the prison (hoping to do whatever she could to help, I might add) and managed to find Tyreese, the girls, and Judith
  • Busted her ass to teach both Mika and Lizzie how the world works now, only for her efforts to result in Mika’s death
  • Made the choice to kill Lizzie, both because she loved that little girl so much that there was no other way and because she was determined to save the child of a man who had treated her like garbage
  • Killed a whole bunch more people saving the entire crew at Terminus
  • Kept the secret about what happened with the girls because Tyreese asked her to
  • Been on the verge of running away to be on her own again, only to get dragged back in, because despite what she says, she is genetically incapable of not trying to save people
  • Been hit by a car, sustaining multiple serious injuries
  • Watched Beth — the girl she was still trying to save — die in front of her
  • Dealt with Tyreese’s death (no matter what — they shared an experience nobody else will ever understand, and it mattered)
  • Emotionally supported Daryl when it should have been the other way around (come at me, whatever)
  • Walked weaponless into a community of people she doesn’t know or trust, when she literally had to blow up the last community of human beings she ran across because they enjoyed eating people

And I’m probably forgetting a few things. The point is that Carol is not cold, unfeeling, emotionless, or anything remotely synonymous with those terms.

No. She is terrified. She is shut down. She has closed herself off to absolutely everything, because she lives in constant fear that if she drops even a fraction of her guard for a fraction of a second, something else terrible will happen.

She let down her guard around Rick and he locked the car door.
She let down her guard around Lizzie and Mika and they died.
She let down her guard around Daryl during “Consumed” and Beth died.

She’s not going to let down her guard again, not for anybody (well, almost).

If you’re ever doubting who Carol is right now, just think about her face when she tries to tell Daryl that she can’t let herself feel it, and the emotions are so overwhelming to her that she can’t even get the entire sentence out of her mouth.

Think about the look on her face when Rick says (in “Conquer”) “I was thinkin’, how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives?” DO YOU SEE HER FACE? The things she’s done haunt her, because she has to shoulder all of that all by herself. She is the only one who knows. And until that changes, she has to have the walls up, all day every day, 24/7, with everyone.

Carol’s not crazy. She’s not cold. She hasn’t lost her humanity, not even a little. Every moment she spends with Sam is a testament to this. And that’s the goddamn sucker-punch. She fights so effing hard not to let him in, but in the end, children are her weakness. Because she knows exactly what it’s like to be small and defenseless and powerless and scared, and no matter how much she wants to stay emotionally safe, her perfect beautiful heart can’t stand by and watch a child suffer. It just can’t. So the armor cracks for Sam.

I don’t know what the show is doing. I don’t. So I am not here to make promises of any sort. What I do know is that Carol is, deep inside, the same person she has always been. Loving, moral, nurturing, strong as fuck, and altruistic to a goddamn fault.

This is the character I love, and she’s still right here.

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Fandom and Rachel Duncan

aka: time for charlotte to make everyone mad again. (i mean, hopefully not. if anyone disagrees, i’m interested to hear your take!) thanks to cummingftleaf for talking all this out with me yesterday.

cw: discussion of abuse, brief rape mention

So there have been a lot of discussions of how to treat Rachel in this fandom. I accidentally started one much larger than I intended a few months ago after making a (probably poorly thought out) post that ended with something like “Rachel Duncan has forged herself into a blade; please stop calling her your baby.” Some people reacted really angrily to that, and there has been a lot of discussion over the past few months that has gotten me thinking about the ways in which I treat her as a character. But some specific fandom ways of talking about Rachel have never stopped bothering me, and I think I finally figured out why.

Keep reading


Imagine Kris finally arriving home after a twenty hour day of filming. Still caked in stage makeup, he slowly stumbles through his apartment, shedding clothes along the way until just in a t-shirt and boxers. When he catches sight of his bed, all made up and soft-looking, Kris rapturously whispers “Hello my love,” before lurching forward to fall onto the mattress.

Before he can make contact, the air between Kris and the bed begins to glow and feel hot. Kris scrambles backwards, suddenly very awake and groping at the dresser behind him for stability. The light grows to near-blinding levels before dissipating entirely. In its place is a person dressed in a silvery jumpsuit with a helmet that completely obscures their head. Kris visibly swallows and presses himself further against the dresser while the person looks around, finally removing their helmet. Underneath is… another Kris? What the hell?

Before Kris can open his mouth, the doppelganger holds up a hand to speak.
“Do not be alarmed. I’m you from the future,” Future Kris states. He tucks the helmet under his arm and reassesses Kris Prime. “Right, well, I’m here to stop you from making an enormous mistake that alters the course of time.”

Kris Prime gawks. “Are… are you for serious?”

“I am indeed for serious,” Future Kris responds. He gestures to Kris Prime’s face. “I’ve been sent here to make you wash your makeup off so that you don’t fall asleep with it on. In the current course of time,” he explains, “you fall asleep with all that on there and get a massive pimple as a result.”

Kris Prime is confused. “And this pimple… Its presence on my face does something bad to alter history in a way that doesn’t favor humanity?”

Future Kris shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just a really big zit and it totally hurts.”

“Oh my god, yuck, I hate those ones.”

“Yeah, totally!”

Both Krises chortle over their mutual displeasure before awkwardly petering out into stilted chuckles. Kris Prime coughs.

“So, uh, yeah.” Future Kris scratches the back of his neck. “Please go wash your face.”

“Yeah, yeah, for sure. Should I, like, do a mud mask too? Sleeping pack or something?”

“Nah, just, like, make sure you get cleaned up and stuff…”

Kris Prime scratches at his upper lip. “Do you wanna wait around to make sure I get it done, orrr…?”

Future Kris shakes his head and grasps at his helmet. “No, I’m good, just wanted to…” He makes an odd movement with his head. “…let you know.”

Kris Prime nods stiffly, oddly uncomfortable with his future self’s presence. “Cool, cool. I guess I’ll see you around then…” he trails off.

Future Kris pauses for a moment before laughing shortly. “Oh, ha, I get it. ‘Cuz we’re the same person. That’s… that’s funny.” He smiles at the ground, all gums, then fits his helmet back on his head. “This is goodbye, then.” The air around him begins to glow hot, just like before.

“Wait!” Kris Prime cries. “Does anything else happen in the future that I should know about? How’s my mother’s health? And my career…?”

“Uh…” Future Kris intones. “Sorry, but, not much happens. I’m from a month and a half from now.” He shrugs, backlit and growing brighter, while Kris Prime squints, flabbergasted. “Oh, yeah, time travel becomes mainsteam pretty shortly. It’s totally kickass. Anyway bye!”

Future Kris disappeared as quickly as he arrived, leaving Kris Prime feeling confused and still quite tired, possibly more so. Kris trudges to his bathroom and picks up a tube of cleanser, wondering why he’d stoop to wearing a silver jumpsuit.

anonymous asked:

Confession: I don't feel comfortable when people ship people with the same gender. I'm all about Gay Rights and stuff. It's just that I found out that my dad is gay, and its weird to think of that him with in stead of my mom.

Hello anon! Mod Yuki here,

I saw this in the queue the other day and thought about making a normal confession for this, but I had decided against it. I feel like this goes beyond the Fairy Tail Realm and into your personal life, and so I decided to help you out a bit. 

I just want you to know that I’m not able to entirely relate to what you are going through but I will try my best to help! I’ve had a similar experience with my parents recently. My father had cheated on my mother and they’ve just recently gotten a divorce. And I’ve had a very difficult time adjusting to this change in my life too, and I feel like its somewhat similar to your situation so I’ll try to relate a bit here.

So what I’m getting from this confession is that you aren’t entirely comfortable or ready to face the fact that your dad is gay, and it’s difficult to picture him with (a male) someone other then your mother. What you’re feeling is completely reasonable and okay. Many people react this way! It’s a big change in your life so it’s totally acceptable to have this reaction. 

The most important thing for you to do is to be very supportive of both parents as they go through this. One of the main things to remember is to not to take sides because this may result in you having a bad relationship with one/both parent(s) and that’s not going to make you’re life easier. I currently have an awful relationship with my father because I’ve chosen sides, and it’s made my life a living hell the past two years. It’s painful for me to even be in the same room with him. So try to stay on neutral ground with both parents.

Another important thing to remember is to not let either parent talk trash to you about the other. They may try to let out their anger towards one another through you by venting, DON’T LET THEM. This will make you break out of the neutral ground you’re in and you could end up siding with either one, or be caught in the limbo of their anger. My mother constantly tells me all the time what a horrible man my father is (and it’s true, I’m not going to lie), but her anger had only made my relationship with my father worse, as it has changed the way I look at him. I promise you this situation isn’t fun at all so please keep this from happening and you’re life will be a whole lot easier.

One major element to remember is to make sure you communicate with both parents. Ask them any questions that you may have about the situation, it’s important that you have a clear understanding of what’s going on. Don’t be stuck in the dark your whole life. 

Questions you may want to ask your dad can include: How long has he known he is gay? Why did he wait until now to come out? How does he feel now that he’s come out? etc.
Questions you may want to ask your mom can include: How does she feel now that he’s come out? Did she expect this to happen or was it a complete surprise? etc.

The important thing to remember is to have good communication with both parents and to make sure they know that you’ll love them no matter what happens. 

Okay the last thing I want to cover is how to deal with when/if your parents dive into the dating pool again.Okay I’m going to quickly tell you some of my story on this.

So when I was in 9th grade, my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I wasn’t to upset about it  because honestly it was better for everyone. The day after I had received this news my dad told me that he had been dating a women for about a year, and again I wasn’t to upset about this because I had figured it out long before my mom even knew. The thing that upset me the most was the way he had “presented” her to me. She had been living in a different state, so once my parents signed the final divorce papers she sold her house and moved out to where I live. The first time I met her was when she moved in with my father. This was a poor way to have met her, because I didn’t have any time to adjust to her presence in my life. Even two years later I still have a non-existent relationship with her, and it’s really sad.

The moral of my story is to make sure that you have a good relationship with your parent(s) new partner. I know you may not be able to control it, much like me, but make sure you’re able to meet them before they move in. Because that will greatly affect your future relationship with this new person in your life. It’s as simple as going to dinner and the movies with your parent and their partner. Just make sure you have the chance to meet them yourself and get to know them.

Okay I think that’s all I have to say. Our situations are very different, but I hope that I was able to help you out a bit. I know this can be hard so take it slow. If you want further help do not hesitate to talk to your school counselor or a therapist. I promise there’s no shame in it, they’re there to help. I wish you luck my lovely child. And if all hell breaks loose I will adopt your precious soul, and you will live with me. Do not worry my duckling. Everything has a way of working out in the end.

Love Always,

Mod Yuki

P.S. (This is long past over due to post. I am so sorry about this. I hope that you are safe and happy anon)

that-first-glance-feeling  asked:

Hiya! I don't know if you're busy at the moment, but I have this prompt in my head which I've been trying to ignore it but it just won't go away, so would you like to use your amazing words to soothe my pain? Post 4x08, Emma is bordering desperate after finding out about Killian's heart and she needs to do something and save him because damn she can't lose him too. Listen to Not About Angels by Birdy. I'm sorry it's so sad, trust me I'm crying already. *runs and hides*

Hi lovely! Okay first off, sorry that this took me so long that-first-glance-feeling, but I do hope that you enjoy this nonetheless!! I worked hard on it as I don’t really know how to write sad things….. So without further rambling let’s go ahead and get to what you really want ;) As always please forgive any editing mistakes as I am forgoing it to get it to you sooner! I really really really hope you all like it!!! <3

            Her hand fell against his chest; the steady beat of his heart missing, his eyes devoid of any emotion. She could feel the traitorous tears welling in her eyes, the feeling of gravity gathering in her knees as they quivered, ready to give out at any moment. Her mouth open and closed, the words struggling to find their way to the surface.

“You promised you were good at surviving. I can’t lose you too,” she finally whimpered out, her voice cracking. Her hands curled into fists, holding on tightly to the leather lapels of his jacket. Her breathing was raged, her lungs painfully stripped, the result of holding her tears at bay. She waited, waited for a snarky reply; needed it. But none came. His fingers moved to graze the side of her face before his mouth opened.

“I’m still here, Swan,” was the quiet reply. Emma’s heat clenched tightly at the emotionally devoid response. She clenched her eyes shut, the burning of tears almost too much to bear. She would get her pirate back. She had to.

“I’ll be back, I need to go talk to David,” She told him, her words slurred together in her haste to get them out. She was eager to get out, to figure out how to save him.

Her fingers traced the side of his cheek gently, her fingers rubbing softly along the short hairs there. Emma placed a light kiss against his lips, finding them cold and unmoving; a stark contrast to the warmth of his usually bruising kisses. She missed the scratch of stubble against her chin, the feel of his body pressed against her, but most of all she missed the way she could feel his heartbeat against her own chest when they were held in a tight embrace.

As soon as their door is closed behind her, she leaned against it. She tried desperately to force air into her lungs, the heaving of her chest doing little to help. She couldn’t lose him; she wouldn’t lose him. She had felt the stabbing pain of loss too many times and knew. She knew that if she lost him, the pain would be unbearable. Her breathing was ragged, gasps escaping as she tried to regain some sort of composure. Falling apart would do little to rectify the situation. But she couldn’t help it.

Her knees hit the ground, her head falling into her hands. He promised her he would be okay, that he wouldn’t leave her. And deep down, she knew he wouldn’t. She knew this wasn’t his choice, that he had no intention of leaving her. And yet, that did little to relieve the stinging sensation clawing at her heart. She had lost so many of those close to her, watched as the life left their eyes, and after finally having let the stupid pirate win her affections, she couldn’t lose him too.

She stood up, pulling his old jacket over her shoulders, finding comfort in the fabric; which swallowed her, wrapping it around herself, all the way down to her toes. She pulled the collar up, breathing in the scent of rum, old leather and sea. She couldn’t help but try and find comfort in the familiarity. But with it came memories, ones that haunted her every thought; that would show her just what she had to lose (the innuendos and puppy looks, to the stupid smirks and silly jokes).

Hours passed, each lead ending with her no closer than she had been when she started. Her fingers shook against the buttons of the coat, her legs carrying her through town quickly.

Hope seemed harder and harder to find, the longer she looked, the closer she was to losing another one she cared about. She pulled the jacket tighter around her frame, pushing open the door into Gold’s shop. The bell rang and she froze, not wanting to alert the man she was there. She held her breath and counted to ten. With a sigh of relief, she moved into the back, opening every chest and rummaging through the contents. This was her last hope. Her bottom lip quivered slightly as she hit the last chest, the last hiding spot.

She didn’t know what she was going to do if it wasn’t here. Lifting the lid, her breath stilled. The sound of a lightly beating heart rang out, and she swore hers stopped in the process. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, tears spilling from her eyes as she dug through the large chest. Pulling out a small box, her finger was shocked when she moved to the lock, causing her to drop it out of instinct. Her breathing picked up once again. Of course it would be enchanted, how could she expect anything less from the Dark One.

“Come on. Come on. Come on,” she pleaded repeatedly, trying to focus on her magic. She let the memories come flooding back, let the love surge through her veins, putting everything she had into opening the stupid box.

Her almost hysteric laughter sounded throughout the room after the latch gave way, the steady beating heart lying safely within the box. Her tears fell, sliding down her cheeks and into her lap as she pulled it gently out, holding it between her hands. She cradled it ever so gently, afraid that one sudden movement would be the end. Holding it close to her chest like one would cradle a newborn, Emma all but ran through the streets of Storybrooke. Pushing through the door, she found him standing exactly where he had been that morning, as if no time had passed.

Wasting no time, she pushed the beating lump back into his chest, pulling her hand back just as quickly. Her fingers held the side of his face and her fingers moved softly over his cheeks. Her heart clenched at the groan of agony, a smile overtaking her grimace as the light returned to his eyes.

“Swan?” Killian asked hesitantly. His eyes sparkled with reverence and love, a goofy smile overtaking his features. Without a moment to lose, he bent down, picking her up by the waist and pulled her lips to his, trying to make up for any lost time.

“Loving you just isn’t the same without a heart,” he muttered with a shy smile. His lips covered her responding gasp, his arms pulling tighter around him, her hands followed, moving through his hair, her tears spilling onto his cheeks as well.