i have been playing around and i ended up with this and now i'm tired

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog so much! If it's not too much trouble, could I request RFA (+ Saeran if possible?) after the RFA party? I'm dying for fluff ;0;

Hope this helps your fluff craving~ Enjoy! 


Zen:

  • He wanted to take you away from the press and reporters
  • So, Zen takes you downtown to a secluded cafe
  • But instead of sitting down to drink the coffee, he takes you around the little town
  • You two walk into little shops and see all the items
  • He takes you to a bridge nearby to see the cityscape
  • You two spend most of the time talking and right before you’re about to leave, he pulls out on of those locks
  • You write both of your name in sharpies and attach it to the bridge
  • He brings you back to his place and you order some take out
  • You’re really tired so you crash on the couch
  • He slides next to you and buries his face in your shoulder
  • You’re running your fingers through his hair and next thing you know, you had both fallen asleep
  • You almost missed the food delivery
  • Despite being exhausted, you two talk late into the night until you fall asleep on the couch again
  • He just carries you gently into the guest room before returning to his own

Yoosung:

  • He wasn’t exactly supposed to be at the party for that long
  • So, once it was over, you and the rest of the members forced him to go back to the hospital to finish his treatment
  • He only has to stay until evening
  • You decided to stay with him the rest of the day
  • He doesn’t have any video games, so you go down to the gift shop and get a pack of cards and a few boardgames
  • You’re mostly talking while playing, and it’s really nice
  • He keeps commenting on all your little habits and quirks, since this is the first day he’s actually seen you
  • When he’s finally discharged, you drive him home and he invites you inside for some coffee
  • Even though you insist he needs rest, you eventually give in
  • As soon as you walk in, it smells like lemon cleaner and vanilla candles, which is so like him
  • He shows you around his place and you find it cute when he gets flustered if you point out one of his collectibles or cute knick knacks
  • Despite his eye, he makes you a cup of coffee and you two talk in the kitchen
  • You can’t stay late and he needs rest, so you eventually have to call it a night
  • But he walks you to his car and gives you a few more soft kisses
  • The sweet taste of coffee accompanies your smile all the way back to your apartment that night

Jaehee:

  • The party was a success and the buzz of all the people made you giddy
  • And besides that, the fact that you and Jaehee were going to be partners for the cafe was beyond exciting
  • Seeing you so ecstatic, Jaehee surprised you by taking you to the cafe she bought right after the party
  • Your enthusiasm was contagious and you two spent your time looking at the empty spot, imagining how you would redecorate the place
  • Afterwards, you drag her to a home improvement store so you can look at paint and color schemes
  • You get a bunch of samples to look at later
  • By the time you’re done there, your extra energy is worn out and Jaehee is also crashing from the day’s activities
  • You invite her back to the apartment since it’s closer than her place
  • You guys pick up some food on the way back and eat up a storm
  • You’re talking about so many things, sometimes funny and silly moments of your favorite singers and other times very deep and serious conversations about your lives and future
  • In the end, you lose track of time and it’s already past midnight
  • Trying to get Jaehee a little more out of her shell, you tell her just to stay the night
  • She’s hesitant at first, but she’s so comfortable with you now she agrees
  • You bring out extra pillows and blankets and you two continue your conversation over a DVD of Zen’s latest musical
  • Eventually, you get tuckered out and you both fall asleep on the couch

Jumin:

  • The last eleven days had been a rollercoaster of events with the party and with Jumin sorting out his own emotions
  • So, Jumin hoped to take you on a calmer outing after the party
  • At first, he suggested a high end fancy restaurant, but you asked if he wanted to take a stroll in the park first
  • You both change into more comfortable clothes  
  • Turns out Jumin has three outfits that aren’t part of a suit
  • He’s a bit stiff at first, since he’s not used to just walking and talking casually
  • But then you slip your hand in his and you feel him relax
  • He’s intrigued by the small vendors selling ice cream or cotton candy
  • He buys you both some shaved ice and you find a quiet bench
  • He takes some blurry photos of you and the lake and even some of the ducks
  • Once dinner rolls around, he gets his wish and takes you to a nice restaurant
  • You can’t help but love the contrast between the two outings, but somehow it brings out the best of Jumin
  • After the meal, he takes you onto a secluded balcony on the top floor of the restaurant
  • He takes your hands and thanks you for everything in the past few days
  • You say a few loving words of your own
  • For the first time, everything is slow and beautiful and you take in every second 
  • At the end of the night, he accompanies you as far as he can to return you safely to the apartment
  • And as you lay down in bed that night, you can’t help but feel a shift in your life for the better


Seven:

  • You two didn’t get to go to the first RFA party, so the second one is very exciting for you both
  • But afterwards, you were both a little drained from all the guests and interactions
  • So, he takes you to a nice diner to get some milkshakes and discuss what happened
  • You both exchange stories of awkward moments or funny incidents during the party until you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt
  • Feeling a bit more energized, you both want to do something else before you head home
  • Impromptu trip to the nearest planetarium it is
  • It’s actually rather peaceful and sentimental for you both since it’s something you two talked about doing the first time you met
  • Since it’s still the middle of the day, there aren’t a lot of people there
  • You and Seven get to share some private moments where you’re just holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder as the show plays
  • When it comes to the other displays, you two start taking stupid pictures next to them and adding funny captions and filters on Clapchat
  • You stay there longer than necessary
  • Mostly because you both have a blast in the gift shop looking and hundreds of quirky space themed things before choosing one thing to buy
  • Around dinner, you two head to his place since you thought it might be nice to cook a meal and share it with Saeran as well
  • Only, you made the mistake of laying on his couch for a few minutes to scroll through your phone after such a long trip…and Seven made the mistake of joining you
  • Saeran is waking you both up a few hours later with some take out he ordered already waiting in the kitchen

Saeran:

  • He didn’t feel comfortable coming to an RFA party until it was about the third one you planned
  • Everything was really great, and he even talked to a few guests
  • But the crowd got overwhelming and you found him in the hallway by the time the party was over
  • You could tell he was drained so you drag him to the ice cream shop
  • He was expecting to stay there and eat it, but instead you take his hand and start walking
  • He thinks you have a plan, but halfway through town and realizes you don’t
  • So he just goes along with you as you grab his hand and swing it back and forth
  • He surprises you when he pulls you into a bus that travels to the town over
  • He’s not used to being “spontaneous” but he wanted to try
  • You guys find a small little bakery where you grab something to eat
  • Then as you’re wandering, you pass by a cat cafe and you can’t resist going in
  • At first, Saeran is super jumpy with all the cats around, but there’s one reddish kitten that calmly jumps onto his lap and sits there
  • You watch as a small smile grows on his lips when he pets it
  • At one point, you even lost him in the place because he was following the one cat around
  • He’s reluctant to leave, finding the cats therapeutic by the end
  • You guys catch a bus to take you back home, and thankfully get some seats in the back
  • You rest your head on his shoulder and end up falling asleep
  • He hesitantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close as he looks through the window at the passing scenery
  • For the first time in a very long time, he feels at peace and he’s even a little sad when the bus comes to your stop 

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kapower  asked:

I'm a slut for your writing so how about like a progession from 52,73,151, to 184? If not, any of the above would be adorbs in your writing bae😙💕

Thunderstorm Revelations

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 2417

A/N; BAE I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG. But thanks for the prompt!! <3

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

184: “ Can I touch you? ”

Natsu sat in the center of the sofa, one of Lucy’s books perched on his knee as he flipped through it absentmindedly. Lucy was always weird about him reading her stuff, and so he tried to wait until at least the third draft before sneaking a look at it. Lucy had been in a rut, however, and so Natsu was forced to reread her previous chapters to fend off his boredom.

Magnolia was all but shut down under the heavy thunderstorm outside, Lucy and Natsu trapped in her apartment on Strawberry Street as it had been closer than the guild. She had sent a lacrima message to the guild, letting everyone know her and Natsu were safe but wouldn’t be going to the guild that day. Happy had been especially upset, needing to be talked down from flying through the storm by Lucy. Natsu had been forced to bribe the exceed with the promise of all of Natsu’s catch next time they went fishing.

Natsu sighed loudly, leaning his head against the back of Lucy’s sofa and closing his eyes. She had been drying off for forever, and Natsu didn’t understand why he couldn’t have just dried her off himself. Lucy was so weird she had squawked and turned bright red at his offer, and now she was wasting time drying her hair when they could be playing cards.

A loud boom outside caught Natsu’s attention, the thunder harsh and sudden when he wasn’t watching the flashes of lighting outside the window. The lights flickered overhead, Natsu mentally threatening them if they went out. Lucy got all antsy in the dark with him, which bothered Natsu. She knew he would never try anything, didn’t she?

Besides, it wasn’t like Lucy was even aware of how Natsu felt.

Natsu cocked his head, tracking the soft padding of Lucy’s socked feet walking towards him.

Another crack of thunder rang in the sky, and Natsu opened his eyes with a frown when he sensed Lucy tense beside him. She looked pale, half dried hair thrown in a messy braid and large shirt trailing to her mid thigh.

“Can we cuddle?” Lucy asked, voice timid as she looked at her hands clasped in front of her. Natsu opened his mouth to ask her why she wanted to cuddle when a third boom shook the small apartment, Lucy flinching and curling into herself at the noise.

“Course, weirdo.” Natsu said instead, grinning at her easily. She smiled at him, shy and thankful in response as she slipped onto the couch beside him. Natsu shifted them around, his back now tucked into the corner of the couch and Lucy curled under his arm. She squeaked and pressed into his side firmly when the power shut off, the room falling into pitch blackness while the sky roared.

Natsu ran a comforting hand over Lucy’s back, soothing her small shakes as he tried to think. It had never occurred to Natsu that Lucy might be afraid of thunderstorms, and frankly he didn’t know what to say.

“You, er, alright, Luce?” Natsu asked, watching her face in the dark. The pale light coming from the window behind them was all Natsu needed to easily see in the room, but obviously from the unfocused expression she wore it wasn’t enough for Lucy.

“I’m fine Natsu. Just… don’t like thunder.” Lucy tried to brush off, but another loud crack of thunder sent her head burrowing into Natsu’s chest in fear.

“I think it’s more than a little dislike there, Luce.” Natsu commented dryly, tightening his arm around her and pulling her closer as he spoke.

“Oh shut up.” Lucy exhaled, hand relaxing as she bickered with Natsu. He grinned to himself, proud his plan had worked. He tensed as he sensed the change in the atmosphere, squeezing Lucy tight as a flash of lightning lit up the room, quickly followed by the booming thunder. Natsu looked over her face, tracing the tired pinching and tenseness she held on her face, thinking she was concealed by the dark.

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Day 29: Magnus + being the High Warlock of Brooklyn

His day began with three quick knocks on the door. Even as the third hit landed, he was off from his bed, hands reaching for his robes, magic the last thing on his mind as he hurried to get to the door in time, well aware that his early morning visitor only gave three chances before she would disappear and he wouldn’t see her in months. Three successive knocks repeated three times, and that was the only warning he got before she pulled off her disappearing act.

He got to the door just as she the last knock landed and pulled open the door, pleased to see that he caught her just in time. She had one leg extended, ready to walk away, her big gray coat way too big for her skinny frame, and she hugged herself, as if bracing herself against the dangers of the world.

“Miss Corinne,” he said and gave a little bow, gazing up at her with a smile that she slowly returned.

She gave a little curtsy, “High Warlock,” and when she rose to her full height, all four foot nine of it in her flat sensible shoes, her hands flapped about, her anxiety kicking into full gear.

Magnus pulled his door wide open and gestured her in, closing the door with a snap of his finger and then walking towards his pantry, throwing his hands in the air reaching for all the ingredients he needed to make her bones ache just a little bit less and have her heart just a little bit lighter.

Those brown eyes, slightly dimmed with pain but no less intelligent watched him and when he gestured at her, the old wolf took her seat.

Magnus took the seat across from her, and hummed as he added some dried helichrysum to the mix and ground it in, working with smooth motions until it was all blended in. He then poured a generous helping of vinegar over the mix and bottled up the jar. He snapped his fingers and another identical bottle appeared. “For the first six weeks,” he said to her, noting as she nodded at him. “The fresh batch will be good six weeks from now.” He waited until she gave him a quick nod, and then walked her out of the loft, a quick snap replacing the quarters in her pulse with several bills—all twenties because Corinne tended to have a problem with the larger bills. That should take care of her groceries for the three months it would take before she visited him again.

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Stressed Out

(Taking place in @skiretehfox‘s Twenty One Pirates LIS AU.  If you want to see more of my work, check it out at @philwritesstuff)

Bzzzzzz!

Max barely felt the vibration of her phone in her shaking hands, and it took a few seconds for her to register that it had buzzed at all.  The dressing room was empty save her and Chloe, and she wondered through an anxiety-clouded mind if she should bother checking it or just leave it for after the show.  What if it was an emergency?  What if they had to cancel the show?  What would Lost Hope think of losing their headliners on the last night?

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Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.

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The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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As Long As I’m With You

I wrote this at work when I was insanely bored. I just got to thinking of our precious Fire baby and how we never get to see his thoughts. This may be deeper than he is canon-wise.. yet I think it’s not because he is actually very mature, we just don’t get to see it because he is very carefree and laid back. But I hope you do enjoy this :)

Summary: It’s always more fun when we’re together. One of the most powerful things that Lucy has ever said to Natsu. But how did Natsu take it? What were his thoughts on it? After their experience with the Eclipse Gate at the GMG, he really starts to wonder…


Natsu stared across the guild hall. He was sitting alone at the bar one rainy day, most of the members had already left for the evening.

There hadn’t been much excitement throughout the day either. Laxus and the Thunder Legion were out on a job, Gray had given up and finally let Juvia cook dinner for him, Erza had decided to stay home for the dad and reassess her armor, and then Lucy said she was tired from their last job and planned on staying home for a few days.

He sighed heavily, laying his head on the bar. He could have just gone out with Happy on a small job… But…

“It’s always more fun when we’re together.”

It had been a while since she had uttered those words on Tenrou Island. They had just got home to their new guild hall after their win in the Grand Magic Games a few days ago, after all.

“What did she mean by that?!” Natsu squeezed his eyes shit. He was at a lost.

Looking over at her again, he smiled behind the folds of his scarf. Lucy and Levy were excitingly talking about a book they both read, Lucy’s whole face lit up, it was adorable.

He furiously scratched his head, he didn’t know what to do now!

“Natsu, what are you doing?” Happy put his fish in his lap to stare at his friend. He had been watching Natsu for a while now; he would look at Lucy, put his head down, act all weird and put his head back down. Then look at her again and start over.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re acting weirder than Lucy.”

“I am not,” he groaned, trying to keep the goofy grin off his face, “she’s the weirdest person we know.”

“Whatever you say,” the blue feline was done with the conversation, he happily dug back into his meal.

Natsu hummed before he glanced over to Lucy yet again. She said that in the midst of battle, her head was being crushed by that insane sumo… yet she wouldn’t run.

Natsu had ever had so much respect for one person than in that moment.

And then after that, he watched her die…

Well, not her. Her future self. But it was still Lucy. He watched the life drain out of her eyes. It could have easily been his Lucy that was hit.

His Lucy… he buried his head in his arms. She wasn’t his. She never would be. He was her best friend and partner. That’s all he’d ever be.

“Here you go,” the beautiful white-haired bar maid set down a tankard of Fire Whiskey in front of the dragonslayer.

“Thanks!” he grabbed it and immediately guzzled it down.

“My, my. Calm down, sweetie,” Mira watched Natsu for a moment, “Are you OK? You’ve seemed a little down today.”

“Uh… I’m good!” He grinned sloppily, raising the drink back up so she wouldn’t bother him with more questions he didn’t have answers to.

Mira didn’t seem convinced, but she smiled and walked away.

“You lied to her,” Happy whispered.

“I ain’t lying!” Natsu growled, spilling a bit of the fire, “Nothing’s wrong!”

“Sure, ya dummy,” Happy’s white wings shot out and he flew over to Wendy and Carla who were leaving the guild. He tried to share his fish with Carla but to no avail.

“I’m fine,” Natsu rested his hands on either side of his drink, “I'm… fine…”

But one more look at the blonde Celestial Wizard told him he was dead wrong.

What was wrong with him?

He realized on Tenrou Island that he cared about her more than a friend and he had no idea how to handle that.

He realized during the GMG that he couldn’t live without her and really had no idea about dealing with that.

And now… he was afraid he’d never get to tell her. Because he wasn’t what she was looking for. He was the furthest thing from a nice, intelligent, well read, quiet, princely type of guy she told Levy she was attracted too.

He could protect her and provide for her… but could he make her happy? He thought he did a pretty good job of that for a long time, but his oversensitive hearing debunked that idea. He wasn’t even sure if Lucy was physically attracted to him at all… Not that it mattered. But he was always kinda half naked and she never seemed bothered by it. He always freaked out when she was naked, but he hid it well enough to fool everyone. It wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t effected either!

So… what do I do with these feelings?” he asked himself, raising his hand to pull on his scarf, wishing for the millionth time Igneel was here to help, “I don’t want them to go away.”

He stood from his bar stool and headed over to her table. She may not feel the same, but that was OK. She was his friend first, no matter what. And for now, that was enough. Plus, he made it his personal goal in life to keep her safe. There was no way anyone was going to hurt her while he was still breathing.

That’s why in a few weeks, when he left after the battle with Tartaros, she would be the only one to get a proper goodbye from him. He was leaving to become stronger, so he would be able to protect her.

But he didn’t know that the dark guild was getting ready to attack. He didn’t know he was about to have another run-in with Zeref, or learn about END…

Right now he was just a member of the strongest guild in Fiore. And he believed he had all the time in the world to spend with Lucy.

Grinning, he ran the last few steps to her and threw his arms around her, “LUCYYY!”

“Gah! Natsu! What are you doing?”

“I’m bored, let’s go do something!”

“I told you I’m not going on a job for a few days.”

“I didn’t say let’s take a job. I said let’s do something. Let’s go to your house and play games!”

“I don’t want to play games, I’m talking to Levy.”

“But I’m boredddd!” he held on tighter to the blonde, not noticing how pink her cheeks were at the contact.

“I am not going to go home just because you’re bored! Go to your own house and do something with Happy.”

“Happy went home with Wendy and Carla. Guess I’ll go see what kind of food you have…”

“Wait! Don’t go to my apartment without me!”

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one where Race takes care of the reader (a girlsie) when she gets sick while selling? I'm having a really bad day and I think it might help me feel better, I really love your blog :)

i’ve received a lot of requests for Race, and that makes me so gosh darn pleased, you guys. the next one i’ll have up will be a crutchie one, so be on the lookout. hope i could make your day a little better.—Nails

Nearly half your papers gone… Seemed like as good a time as any to break for lunch, you figured. Hopefully, you’d run into some of the boys, and they’d split the cost of some bread with you, like always. Today seemed to drag on and on, more so than other days. Your head felt full, and your ears muffled. There had been a cold going around among the boys… You pushed the possibility of that out of your mind and kept walking.

“Hey, there, lady!” Finch called. He was waiting outside glittering cafe with Albert. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the goofy duo. Albert waved, a smile on his cheeks, and some dirt on his nose. “Took you long enough, you’re usu'ly the first one ‘ere.” Finch said. The pair of them embraced you.

You shrugged. “Tired, I think.” Your head immediately snapped away from them, feeling almost sick from how quickly you turned. The rabble coming from down the street was rabble that only could’ve belonged to two New Yorkers. Romeo and Race. Practically brothers, they were. Always pushing and daring each other, but wholly protective, especially Racetrack over Romeo. The shorter boy on Race’s back as they ran up.

Romeo clambered off of Race, and grinned. “Hello girls. And (Name).” He said. Albert firmly smacked him across the back of the head, firmly letting him know how stupid he was. There were very few things you loved more than watching the boys interact freely like this. It was a refreshing sight. You let out a couple of hard coughs, before Race walked over to you.

“Hey you,” the blonde boy started. Race placed an arm around your shoulder lazily. The two of you were… It was uncertain what you were. Always playing cat and mouse, it seemed. It was assumed by the others that the two of you were a couple, but there had been no formal agreement about anything between you. There was just Race and (Name). And that felt like what you two needed. Soft kisses on the cheek, fingers intertwined, shared cigarettes, support. “You sellin’ okay? New spot and all…” He asked.

You shook the bag of papers at your side and coughed again. “Near half.” You rasped. Race gave you a slight look, almost checking on you, and pulled his hat off. You cleared your throat and looked up at him slowly, afraid of making yourself dizzy again. “Your hair’s a rat’s nest, Race.” You reached a hand up to comb it back with your fingers, but he softly swatted your hand back, laughing.

Race turned back to the group of hooligans. “Alright, boys let’s get somethin’ ta eat.” He jeered. The lot of you poured through the doors, disrupting the quiet of the building, like every afternoon. After looking through the loaves of bread, you all agreed on one soft white bread. “Finch, check my math. Five cents a piece?” Race said, checking the price of the loaf.

“Five cents a piece.” The boy confirmed. All of the newsies reached for their pockets, pulling out pennies, Romeo got lucky and had a nickel. He always ended up with nickels. You stifled another cough into your elbow, and swiped at your nose with your sleeve. It wasn’t exactly your sleeve, it was Crutchie. He’d given you this shirt. You shoved your hand into your pocket and felt around for coins.

Race looked over at you. His eyes were flooded with concern. “Hey, no,” Race said softly. “I’ve got it.” You immediately opened your mouth to protest, with your newly gravely throat.

“No, ya don’t g-got it. I’m payin’.” You insisted. Race had already handed over the money for both of you before you could even finish. “Tony Higgins, I cannot believe you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at the boy. He just rolled his eyes at you. Romeo muttered a comment about you being dramatic. He was one to talk. After paying, you all stepped back on the the patio and sat down on the floor.

Albert placed his legs on top of yours and started to tear the bread apart and pass it around the group. Race pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to you. Sadly, you declined with a cough and a shake of your head, and wiped some sweat off your face. “Alright, (Name), are you feeling okay?” He asked.

“Race, I—” a wheeze betrayed.

His face was laced with the highest of worry. “Come on, let’s get you back…” Race started.

“I gotta sell!”

Race grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up gently. “I’ll see you guys later. (Name) ain’t feeling so well, I’m gonna watch her.” You had no say now. Race walked you back to the lodging house, being almost too careful with you. The love in his eyes was ever present. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, Race.”

“That’s a lie. You was coughin’ and wheezin’. Let’s get you inside.”

He helped you into a bunk, and pulled some of your layers of clothing off. “You’re burning up, beautiful.” Race mumbled. “I’m gonna go getcha some water and a rag, alright?”

“Alright, try not to worry too much while you’re gone.” You whispered. He would worry, though. He was almost as big of a worrier as Davey. His brow would knit in on itself, and he would start to chew his lip. That was the look you saw every time you got soaked, busted, or sick. Worried Race, lead to angry Race and from there, it was a downward spiral. He reappeared with everything he’d mentioned. The tall boy dipped the cloth strip in the cool bowl and pressed it to your cheek. “I can do that, y-you goon.”

Race sigh. “Can’t I help you out this once? Show you that I actually give a shit?” He mumbled. “Because I do. And you scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Race shrugged, hands never leaving your face, which his was getting closer and closer to. “It’s better practice for next time. Just… Just let me try to be a good boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…?”

“If you’re good with that, I mean—”

“Yes.”

Gilded and Rouge (Part 3)

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn


Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 1800

Warnings: Biting, angry kissing, blood, 

I honestly can’t tell which one of you is being more of an insufferable shit

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 4- -Part 5-


The morning after your night of a little self discovery, you clean up and reflect, only to have any progress shattered when you come face to face with Ivar again.


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SPN Hiatus Creations || Week Sixteen: Subtext
 ↳ John Winchester did the best he could.
                                  subtext being his best was absolute crap.


I know we as the SPN fandom like our subtext to be of homoerotic nature, but I thought I try something different.
I’m not sure if this even qualifies. probably not.
but let’s all pretend it does

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I'm here for you, but I am not your doormat

Divergent fanfic: Eric one shot
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The front door swings open and bangs shut. Eric stomps threw the apartment to the fridge and grabs a beer slamming the fridge door short. He stands giving me a nasty glare.

“In another spectacularly foul mood again I see,” I sneer looking up from my paperwork.

He still says nothing as he stalks to the bathroom, another door slamming. I’m not in the mood for this again and decide to go to the mess hall for dinner.

“Hey Y/N!! Where is your scarier half,” Uriah ask me laughing as I sit down.

“Probably still sulking like a child throwing a tempertantrum at home,” I scoff rolling my eyes.

I found I actually am enjoying myself and my company for ages. I care for Eric deeply, but him always taking his bad days out on me was just becoming exhausting.

“Hey Y/N, Zeke and I are doing drinks and Candor or Dauntless at our place tonight. You in?”

I sit and think about it for a second. You know what screw him. I deserve to have some fun.

“Hell yeah I’m in!” I smile widely.

“Alright. Let’s go have some FUN!!”

It was getting late, that much I know. Exactly how late I do not know. I had decided against playing Dauntless or Candor. Running threw the compound doing stupid pranks or telling people private information about Eric or myself would probably not end well for me.

I had however had more than a few drinks. I laid on one of the Pedrads couching watching my friends a little enviously. They all look so happy and carefree. Especially the couples.

I couldn’t even remember the last we had gone out and did something fun. Hell we didn’t even do anything not fun in forever. We hadn’t even been intimate in over a month. Eric was so tired and cranky lately.

“Y/N? Does Eric even know you’re here?” Four asked quietly.

I shook my head no. Feeling the room start to spin.

“Do you want me to help you home?” he looked concerned.

“Nope,” I smiled sadly rolling over and falling asleep.

I suddenly heard someone softly calling my name. I opened my eyes to see Eric crouched in front of me. But I didn’t think it could possibly be my Eric, because instead of looking pissed he looked concerned.

“Hey beautiful.” he had a small smile on his face. I smiled back

“Ready to go home?” he sounded almost nervous.

“Mmm k,” I mumbled. I went to sit up and felt nauseous. Before I knew it I was being picked up.

As he made our way out of the apartment I noticed him give a slight nod of his head to Four. I must be REALLY drunk.

“I can walk you know,” I slurred into his shoulder. But really I was enjoying the closeness at the moment.

“I know you you can,” he sighed kissing my forehead.

I didn’t get put down until we where in front of the apartment door. Eric fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Then he took my hand walking us to the couch pulling me into his lap as we sat down.

I curled into his chest placing a light kiss on one of his leadership tattoo’s on his neck. He looked down at me wrinkling his nose.

“You smell like cinnamon. Fireball?”

I shook my head and giggled. “Hot Damn.”

He just shook his head raising a pierced eyebrow at me. Then he just looked at sadly for a few moments before he spoke.

“I thought I finally lost you, that you finally had enough.” I sat back to look at him putting hands on either side of his face.

“Eric I don’t ever want to leave you. You’ve been so tense lately. I can’t imagine what it is to carry the weight of a Faction on your shoulders. Especially at our young age. I know it has to be stressful, and I am here for you. But not as your door mat or punching bag.” My voiced wavered slightly at the end

“I know. I should tell you more how much you mean to me. I, I’m sorry, ” he quickly turned his head away. I knew how hard it was for him to say that.

I pulled his head back to look at me. He still had a pained look in his eyes. Slowly I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He placed his forehead on mine and took a deep breath.

“ I love you Y/N.” he spoke barely above a whisper.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I love you too. Now take me to bed and show me how much,” I breathed out softly.

“There is nothing more I want to do right now.”

Part 2, Chapter 2: Mouth of the Water

First the dogs will bark. They’ll know before any of us. Then I will have six to fifteen minutes.

I’ve been taking long walks on this coast, just north of the Oregon border. Bald eagles, actual bald eagles, sitting on a wide sandy beach, and I’m the only one here to see it. I can’t see anyone else in either direction. Waves repeating themselves at the tideline, clouds of birds fluttering up and resetting. 10 to 30 seconds after the dogs start barking, the ground will shake. 6 to 15 minutes later, the tsunami will come.

An earthquake is due here, and afterward the tsunami inevitable. If I began running when the dogs started barking, could I make it to the grassy dunes and up to the hills?

No. I can see the root, can make any plan I want, but I couldn’t outrun the wave. Six to fifteen minutes after the dogs started barking I would die. That’s what would happen.

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I accidentally answered a question privately just now that I didn’t mean to. OTL

Thankfully I still have the response saved, so I’ll just put it in normal text post form. The question was from tumblr user @bells, and it went like this:

Hello! How do you think things would have been different if Ouma was one of the survivors? In particular, how do you think his relationship with Saihara would have developed? Thank you for all your hard work in writing your meta, it’s been very helpful!

Thank you for asking this! I feel like as one of the characters who’s left an undeniably huge impression on the fanbase, Ouma does provide a lot of potential for one of the most potentially interesting survivors. A lot of people were probably counting on him making it all the way to the end too, although his death in Chapter 5 does make a lot of sense thematically, and from the standpoint of the previous Chapter 5s we’ve seen in dr1 and sdr2.

From this point on I’ll just be covering lots of spoilers for everything in Chapter 5 and onward, so anyone who doesn’t want to get spoiled for endgame points of the game, don’t read past this! (And again, I’m so sorry for accidentally responding on private instead.)

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eternalsunshineofajumbledmind  asked:

You're a lovely writer so I know you will do well with this <3. I just want a Yoongi x Reader smut with fluff ending with the Dom (Yoongi) and Sub (Reader), but not with Daddy kink. I'm comfortable with Oppa or even Appa, also I adore the little pet names Princess and Baby Girl cause ugh and his husky gruff voice saying those names would end me. As far as plot goes it could just be something like your Oh Baby cause I love the gang related stories and gangster Yoongi is everything to me. Much Luv

Since you mention Oh Baby I kind of just made this based off of it?? Like…a little Yoongi side adventure lol. So, hopefully you like it. I tried to make the ending fluffy best I could xD


Even though Yoongi has never met you he knows your face—your profile saved in a hidden folder within the depths of his phone. And that’s why when he walks into the busy pub he spots you right away. However, he has to admit that you are definitely different from the long haired heir he’s been looking into.

Standing behind the bar with your short locks, smile on your face and friendlily chatting away with a few customers, no one would be able to tell that you’re the daughter of a multi-million dollar companies lying CEO. But even so your pretty face is still the same, so Yoongi knows right where to go as he enters the establishment, starting towards the bar.

He seats himself on a shiny stool and folds his arms onto the countertop, watching you from the corner of his eye even as a different waitress walks up and asks him if he wants anything. You’re quick as you flit around the pub, delivering drinks and meals and flashing bright smiles. Other men stare at you when you turn your back, but that’s honestly none of Yoongi’s concern. He’s only here to use you as bait—and if you don’t comply, perhaps kill you, but that’s all.

“Hey, ready for your bill?” a voice says after a while, Yoongi having zoned into space, and when he looks up there you are, standing right in front of him. You look tired yet energized at the same time, your short hair mussed and a kind smile on your face.

“It depends,” Yoongi responds, falling into a character as he smirks at you, holding his chin in his palm. “If I pay my bill now, is there any chance you’d be willing to leave with me?”

Surprised at the proposition, you frown and swing your rag over your shoulder.

“Leave with you—are you thinking I’m some sort of prostitute or something?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Did I ever say that? I’m just wondering when you get off your shift. You caught my eye when I walked in, and I thought maybe you’d be up for a little company after your shift, that’s all. I’m not a pimp after a new catch, I’m just a casual male admiring…well, you.”

“Ahhhhh, I see,” you muse, rolling your eyes. It’s not often you give into your want to take a male up on an offer like this, but tonight you’re feeling a bit daring. And Yoongi seems like a pretty genuine guy anyway.

“I actually get off in 10,” you say, placing his bill down and slyly waving over your shoulder as you start away. “If you’re still interested meet me out back.”

Chuckling, Yoongi grabs his wallet immediately.


A little over ten minutes later, Yoongi finds himself leaning against the alley wall out back. It’s cold out, his breath fanning in front of him, but he barely feels it. He’s too used to being out on tasks like this for Namjoon anyway—nothing really phases him, and definitely not the cold.

“Hey, you actually waited up,” you say in surprise as you shuffle out the backdoor, scarf tight around your neck. Yoongi grins.

“Of course I waited up—you thought I’d ditch you?”

You shrug, hiding a smile behind the fabric of your scarf. “Maybe. It’s happened before.”

“Really? Then those other guys are stupid,” Yoongi plays along, following close beside you as you both exit the alley way and step out into the street. “So, where to?”

“Oh, I…thought you probably would just want to come back to my place,” you say, blinking innocently. Yoongi raises his eyebrows in surprise, not having expected the invitation, but hey—this makes it much easier for him. “—I mean, unless you wanted to go somewhere else–?”

“No, your place is fine,” he smiles, waiting for you to lead the way. “Let’s just get inside before we both freeze, yeah?”

“I suppose you’re right,” you agree with a small laugh, and gently tug him in the direction of your apartment. Yoongi keeps pace beside you, light conversation flitting between you both as you walk a few blocks to your apartment. Once there, you lead Yoongi up the stairs, and he waits patiently as you find your keys and unlock the door, inviting him inside.

He watches your back as he steps in after you, taking in the room and making sure this isn’t some kind of reverse strategy you have planned. He doubts that as someone who is aware of her father’s status as a wanted man, and who has been involved in gang activity most of her life, you’re someone who is just going to trust a strange man and invite him home without being suspicious. But…after surveying the area, Yoongi doesn’t spot any guns or knives, nor does he sense any irregular activity from you, so he licks his lips and gets ready to make his move.

“Come sit down!” you call from the living room, plopping onto the couch and waving Yoongi over. Slipping off his shoes, Yoongi pads into the room as you continue, saying, “There’s some booze in the kitchen if you’re thirsty. And of course water is available too.”

Grunting quietly in affirmation, Yoongi doesn’t bother making a pit stop, and heads right to the couch where you’re seated, parking himself at the other end, his body slightly tense as his instincts begin to kick into gear. However, just as he’s about to make his move he looks up at you and pauses.

You’re staring at him tiredly, body completely relaxed and open, a knowing light in your eyes. “Who sent you?”

“…Namjoon,” Yoongi answers after a moment of hesitation, eyes narrowed in confusion, and you laugh quietly.

“Namjoon, huh? Haven’t heard that name since I moved out of the city…What’s he want with me?”

“Your father partnered with him and didn’t give him his share of the profits. Now we can’t find him.”

“Ah…you want me as ransom? Or—what?—dead as some kind of revenge?”

“…why are you here?” Yoongi questions instead, avoiding the answer. For some reason you’re now much more intriguing to him, sitting here, accepting your fate as if your life means nothing. “Did you run knowing someone would come after you?”

“I didn’t run from you or any other angry gang for that matter,” you sigh, standing and walking into the kitchen. Yoongi watches your back as you scavenge for a glass and fill it half way high with vodka and ice. “I ran from my dad.”

“Your father…?”

“I never wanted to be born into the mafia business. I got thrown in. But that’s how it usually happens, right? Well…I didn’t want to be around it anymore and packed up and left. My dad let me go after I threw a glass vase at his head…but…I wanted out. I’m actually surprised you even found me,” you muse, returning to the living room and standing beside the couch. “Not many people knew I jumped ship.”

“Well,” Yoongi shrugs, pushing to his feet as well. “I get around a lot.”

“So it seems,” you laugh, taking another long sip from your drink. Yoongi watches you, still frowning, and his hand inches towards his gun.

“Oh, are we doing this the hard way?” you question, pausing, and Yoongi shrugs.

“It’s up to you, I suppose.”

“Well…alright then–!” you grit, whipping your still full glass at Yoongi. Instantly the black haired male reaches for his gun, but your glass hits him square in the hand and knocks it away before he can grab it. Cursing, Yoongi glances up to check your position only to find you coming right at him.

“Fuck–,” he curses when you kick his side, your hand darting for his gun. Grunting, he immediately reaches over and grabs your leg, grounding himself and using the position to throw you away from him. However, as you tumble onto the ground, knocking into the nearby lamp, Yoongi’s gun falls with you, your hand having managed to snag it before he’d tossed you.

“Goddammit,” he seethes, lunging for it, and knowing that you won’t beat him there you quickly grab your now broken lamp and swing it at him. It hits him in the shoulder, knocking him into the wall, and you scramble to your feet, darting into your bedroom.

Breathing angrily, Yoongi finally manages to get to his gun and picks it up, finger already poised on the trigger as he kicks open your locked bedroom door. Instantly his eyes catch you near the window, attempting to make it out onto the fire escape. Growling, he starts forward and grabs you by the back of your shirt, flinging you backwards. You gasp, landing on the mattress roughly, and find yourself pinned down beneath Yoongi before you can move, his gun placed firmly on the center of your forehead.

“What the fuck?!” he breathes, shoulder aching, breathing ragged. Your heart is hammering in your chest too.

“You chose to do it this way…”

“But–!”

“Are you gonna kill me now?” you gulp, trying to put on a brave face, but even so tears are building in your eyes. Yoongi takes notice, his grip on the trigger loosening a little.

“I didn’t come here to kill you.”

“Well…could you just do it anyway? I…I’m tired of this,” you sob, bringing an arm up to shield your eyes. “I don’t want to have to live like this. I cut my hair, I have no real family–! Just fucking shoot me and end it–!”

“Hey, wait—”

“And even if I think I’m happy I remember that I could possibly be killed because of shit I didn’t even do! Just shoot me and—”

“Oh, goddammit,” Yoongi sighs, holstering his gun and then reaching his hands down to cup your face. You’re still rambling about wanted to die even as he leans down and smashes his lips against yours, making you shut up instantly.

“I’m not here to fucking kill you, alright? Chill out for one second, holy shit…,” he curses, pulling back with a scowl, and you blink at him, mind suddenly quiet.

“D-Did you just kiss me…?”

“It seemed like the only way you would shut u—mphm!” Yoongi ends in surprise as you grab him and pull him in for another kiss. A part of Yoongi tells him to shove you away and just complete his task in coming here, but the alcohol he consumed earlier at the bar, along with the adrenaline from your brief struggle with him has him thinking differently, and he quickly responds.

The memory of your recent fight seemingly forgot, you roll your body against his, moaning into his mouth, and Yoongi grunts, digging his hand into your short locks and tugging your head back.

“What happened to that long hair of yours, huh princess?”

“New place, new me,” you respond breathlessly, checks flushes and outfit disheveled. Snorting amusedly, Yoongi quickly makes work of your button-up blouse, ripping it clean open, and you gasp as a button flies away.

“Hey!”

“You chose to do it this way,” he says, mocking what you told him earlier, and you roll your eyes, dragging him in for another round of kisses to get your mind off of it. You know you’re not supposed to be doing this with Yoongi—especially knowing that he’s here for mafia reasons—but you don’t want to think about it. You just want something to take your mind off of everything shitty going on in your life—and Yoongi’s lips on yours, his hands roaming over your naked sides, seems to be the answer.

Moaning around his tongue, Yoongi’s hands snaking around your back and working at your bra, you slide your hand down his clothed torso and begin to palm him through his jeans. He grunts and instinctively grinds his hips downward, his hands immediately flying to your breasts the minute your bra falls away.

You gasp, back arching as he fondles you, and Yoongi watches your reaction with heated eyes, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his dick begins to strain painful within the confines of his jeans. Cursing, he hurries to undo your pants, and you lift your hips off the bed to help him as he tugs your jeans and underwear down, tossing them on the floor.

“Well this hardly seems fair,” you comment, noticing that Yoongi is still fully dressed, and with a roll of his eyes Yoongi wrestles his shirt over his head. Eyes locked onto his pale skin, a few scars jumping out here and there, you reach forward and start on his belt. Yoongi watches you, hunger in his gaze as he takes in your naked body. He never would have imagined when he’d seen you at the beginning of the night that he’d be here now—utterly captivated by your curves and smooth skin—but he can’t say he minds.

“Oppa,” you whine, knocking Yoongi out of his admiration. He notices that you’re struggling to shuck him of his pants, and with a small roll of his eyes Yoongi scoots off the bed and finishes undressing himself. When he turns back to you he finds that you’re staring at him, fingers already dipping between your folds, head thrown back and cheeks flushed.

“Shit,” he breathes, unable to hold back, and pounces immediately. Climbing atop you, he takes one of your legs and lifts it so it’s propped on his shoulder. You gasp in slight surprise as you roll onto your side, Yoongi gripping your hips and dragging you down towards him as he positions himself at your entrance.

“Oh god,” you breath when his tip flicks over your clit, his dick becoming coated in your wetness, and with a heavy sigh Yoongi pushes into you. He inches slowly, knowing in the back of his mind how fast this is all moving, and is sure to watch your face as he stretches you open.

Head thrown back, you bite your lips, but don’t feel pain, just the strain of your walls, but you’re already so wet for Yoongi that he bottoms out fairly easily. Breathing, you glance up to Yoongi, chest rising and falling gently, and when your eyes meet and understanding silently passes between the both of you, Yoongi pulls out and rocks forward.

That starts it all, Yoongi’s rhythm gradually increasing as he watches your chest bounce with each of his thrusts, each little gasp and moan that sneaks past your lips turning him on even more.

“O-Oppa,” you keen, voice breathy and wanton, and Yoongi grunts in reply, reaching a hand forward and taking a handful of your breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, loving the way your pussy clenches around him in response.

“Fuck–!” he curses, feeling his release nearing, and by the way you’ve started to bite your lips, sound caught in your throat, he can tell that you’re close too.

“Dammit princess come for me,” he growls, grinding his hips especially hard. “You know you want to—you’re so fucking wet for my cock.”

“Oh my g-god,” you cry, gripping the sheets as Yoongi slides his hand up over your breast and tightens his fingers around your neck. The pressure combined with the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes, sweat beading on his brow, causes the pool of pleasure in your gut to overflow.

“Shit, oppa!” you scream, back aching as you come around him, and Yoongi’s hands immediately fly to your hips. He slams you down onto him a few times, the tightness of your heat making it hard for him to keep going, but after a few more thrust he reaches his bliss as well.

“Fuck…,” he breathes tiredly, pulling out a second too late, his cum painting your thighs and lower stomach. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as he breathes heavily, chest heaving and his grip on your hips loosening. Grunt quickly, you lower your leg from his shoulder and then roll to the side of the bed, gently pushing to your feet.

“Wait here,” you say quietly, limping a little as you start towards the bathroom. “I’ll get a towel.”

Silent, Yoongi watches you go, a large part of him urging him to grab his clothes, get dressed, and jump out the window before you get back. That’s what he should do—he shouldn’t even be here right now. He should’ve killed you and been on his way, or interrogated you and be heading back to report, but here he is, still obediently sitting on your mattress, evidence of what he just did with you in the air.

“Here,” you say, stepping back into the room. Yoongi catches the damp towel you toss at him, eyes raking over the long t-shirt that now covers your body, a pair of blue panties peeking out from beneath the hem.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, cleaning himself off, and paused when he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. Looking back towards you, he blinks in surprise at seeing his gun in your hand, but the barrel is turned towards you, the trigger available for him to pull.

“…what are you doing?”

“You’re going to kill me, right?” you respond innocently, sad smile tugging at your lips. “Here’s your chance. I’m too tired to put of a fight anymore.”

Yoongi stares at you incredulously for a few seconds before he reaches forward and grabs the gun, pulling it away from you.

“Aish. Dumb woman,” he grumbles, the gun tight in his hand as he stands and shoves you towards the bed. Surprised, you fall against the sheets, watching him with innocent eyes as he moves over to his clothes and haphazardly dresses himself.

Once put together, his gun secured at his side once again, he turns to face you and grabs the messy sheets, throwing them over you.

“Go to bed.”

“I…what?” you respond stupidly, eyebrows raised. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Go to bed, princess,” he repeats, staring towards the door, and you call after him.

“W-Wait! I…but you came here for me, right?! What are you going to do now–?”

“That’s for me to worry about, not you,” he responds, turning back to face you, a stern look in his eyes. Immediately you bite your lips, feeling regretful and apologetic all of the sudden, and Yoongi sighs. Turning, he makes his way back to you and cups your cheeks with his hands, dragging you into a gentle kiss.

“Sleep. Forget this happened. I was never here,” he says against your lips, eyes locked, and you nod slowly. Satisfied, Yoongi kisses your forehead before turning away, but, once again, he doesn’t get too far. Your hand gripping his wrist stops him.

“Thank you…,” you say quietly, nothing else needing to be said, and without turning back to look at you—without saying anything—Yoongi slips out of your grip and leaves. He walks straight out of your apartment without looking back, knowing that if he had hesitated even a moment longer, he wouldn’t want to leave. And he can’t be like that—he’s has things to do—and that never should have happened anyway.

Yo, you get the girl?” Kidoh’s curious voice speaks into his ear as he gets into his car, cellphone in his hand as he drives away from the city. Yoongi knows what he should answer, but he can’t find it in himself to think about you for another second.

So, he says, “no—I couldn’t find her,” and leaves it at that.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Timesskip anon here. I'm so sorry for confusing you! I meant reuniting. Like Their S/O returns after a long absence like Noctis did and although they haven't seen them in a long time, once they do, they suddenly feel something. Xxxxx

Reuniting (Chocobros)

Don’t worry about it, anon. I just wanted to be clear about what you meant, Sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

Noctis.
There’s a distant look in his eyes. He feels as though a thousand memories are playing in his head at once. Reliving every moment with them that meant the world to him. His eyes aren’t distant anymore, but he’s still frozen in place. There they are, in front of him. As though nothing had changed. His heart still longed for them. Just one gaze was enough to set him on fire. What if they looked back? He tried not to get lost in his thoughts. It had been ten years. He didn’t want to waste anymore time. Slowly, he lifted one foot and then the other. The dread was building up now, “What if there’s someone else?” He kept walking. Then they would just have to tell him themselves. He isn’t backing down. His feet carry him all the way. He’s right behind them now. Placing a hand on their shoulder. He waits. They turn around and gasp in disbelief.

Prompto.
The words were slipping through his fingers. They had drifted so much from him. How could they still overwhelm him like this? Just by standing there they demanded all his attention. His gaze was fixed. He just couldn’t get himself to focus on anything or anyone else. The longer he kept at it the harder his emotions came down on him. He was left feeling heavy. There was just too much that he needed to get off his chest. He wanted to yell at them. Because how could either of them let things get this far? He wanted to kiss them. Because no one else could ever matter like they did. He wanted to cry in front of them. Because they should see how hurt he is. And, he wanted to hold them. Because their touch gave him comfort to no end. His gaze is still on them. They spot him and he’s scared. But one look is all it takes. He sees it on their face. They never stopped hurting either.

Ignis.
He wasn’t a child. Too much time has passed for him to begrudge them their happiness. He would never hold it against them. Never. Not even when he was graced by the sound of their voice again. Not even when, they approach him with apologies. Not even when, they hold him out of guilt. They back away and he tries to suppress how desperately he’s been craving their touch. He’s introduced to someone. He’s relieved he held himself back. They had met someone else. His heart tightens. An undeniable pang in his heart. Yet not a single sign of regret or heartbreak. He’s learned to hide it well. Pleasantries are exchanged and they send their new love off. They apologise again. They didn’t know how to tell him. He reassures them. He would never hold their happiness against them. They leave his side, again. Joining their new love. He watches them walk away. He watches them look at someone else with the love he deserved. He lied. He does hold it against them.

Gladiolus.

It had been so long. He gave up years ago. He grew bitter hoping and waiting. The years were kinder to his heart and he began coming to terms with it all. And yet that’s when fate decided to deal him a cruel hand. All this time and they’re finally back. But why now? Why not sooner? He was riled up and knew no explanation would put his heart at ease. He lashed out at them. Every resentful thought he had about them coming to the fore. Nothing could hold back the whirlwind of emotion he released. They were close to giving up. He knew how to make it sting. But then he settled a little, they were desperate. Reaching out to hold his face. He was looking anywhere but at them. He didn’t notice. The second he felt their touch he faced them and he could no longer hide the years of loneliness in his eyes.

Mission (Steve x Reader)

Request: Reader on team Stark but her and Steve have history?

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You stumble through the war zone, clutching your shoulder as blood trickles past your fingers. You gasp for air, with your heart pounding heavily through your ears. A strong copper taste sits in your mouth as blood trails down the back of your throat.

How?

You stumble away, attempting to duck behind a storage container. You lean against the metal, making your skin feel like it’s on fire. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable oncoming of attacks.

How did we all get here?

You cry out in pain as a metal arm slams against your ribcage, forcing all air out of your lungs. Suddenly the cool metal of his fingers grasp around your throat lifting you off the ground by your neck. You let out a choking noise as your eyes widen. With all of your strength, you use both of your legs to force the man, Steve had told you countless stories about, off of you. 

He stumbles back, falling onto the ground with a gasp. He takes a large breath of air, and slowly rising off of the ground. His eyes focus on yours as he brings his fist behind his head, ready for another attack. Luckily for you, your saviour dress in all black comes to your rescue. 

You watch as T’Challa lunges through the air, dragging his vibranium claws down the silver arm. Bucky backs away long enough for T’Challa to look over to, giving you the command you were dreading to hear.

“Get to the rooftop, Stark’s orders.”

How did you end up like this?

You limp to the edge of the air-hanger’s rooftop, taking shallow breaths as you move. You briefly gaze over the side, taking a glimpse at the destruction the plays out beneath. 

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath of air, attempting to block out everything around you. With each breath you grow more and more desperate to block out the sounds of your teammates mercilessly attacking one and other. The sounds of Peter’s webs, the beams of the infinity stone, and the skin raising screeches of vibranium clawing against concrete.

All aimed at them.

But the attacks were mainly aimed at the man you all once called your friend, teammate, and leader. You had always called him something different than everyone else, making this hurt you all the more. He was your friend, your teammate, your leader, but he was also the man you loved. 

The man you still love.

But right now all of that’s in the past, needing to be forgotten for the sake of this war. Now he’s known as a traitor. An enemy. A target.

You look down, knowing exactly what’s waiting there for you. You reach inside a tattered duffle bag, searching for your silencer that has been used to bring down many men in the past. Your fingers grasp around the cool metal of the cylinder, hesitantly taking it out from the piles of weapons that lay among it. You screw it onto your rifle, bringing your heart-rate up to a dangerous pace.

‘You know what you have to do.’ Your brain chants to you. ‘You know what you have to do.’

You look through the scope, searching for your target, finding a heartbreaking scene instead.

You find Wanda and Vision using all their strength to take down one another, Natasha and Clint, the two spies who had always been inseparable, heatedly attack each other, and Sam and Rhodey flying through the skies, in an air choreographed dance of death.

You tear yourself away from the scope, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel your throat tighten with each passing second, making you gasp for air. Your palms grow sweaty, knowing what has to be done; knowing what you need to do to stop all of this.

“We used to be better than this, [Y/N].” You jump at the sudden sound of a deep, desperate voice, knowing exactly who it is. “We used to stand for the same things.”

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly turn to the source of the voice, your nerves skyrocketing with each millisecond that passes. “Stand down, Captain.”

Your eyes connect with Steve’s, finding guilt pooling through his eyes. “What happened? None of it had to be this way, [Y/N].”

“You know very well what happened,” You shout frantically. “You knew what you were getting into the moment you went rouge.” You close your eyes, attempting to calm down even in the slightest of ways. “Stark’s right, Steve. We can’t let people like Bruce, Vision, and hell clearly you, run around the world unchecked. We need order. We need stability.’

“I expected you of all people to know that If I let them do this now, there will be no end.” He hesitantly takes a step closer to you. “We may as well not even had bothered to fight HYDRA two years ago. You’re giving them what they want by doing this.”

“That’s not the same-”

“It’s exactly the same.”

“Steve-” Your voice is cut off by the booming, staticky sound of your communicator. 

“[L/N], what the hell are you doing up there?” The harsh, tired voice of Tony Stark catches both yours and Steve’s attention. “Everything’s going to shit really fast. Take care of your mission.”

“Mission?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks to your eyes, trying to inquire more information. You avoid his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on the graveled rooftop. All sounds seize to exist around you except for your shallow breaths.

“[Y/N],” Tony’s voice calls. “Hurry up!”

“What’s he talking about?” Steve’s eyes slowly narrow as he raises his voice, attempting to gain your attention. “[Y/N]!”

You close your eyes, feeling as if in any given second you could faint. Your knees start to quake below you, and your head swirls. Flashes of your life floats through your mind. Flashes of pain, sadness, anger, happiness, and love all pound through your head at once. Memories closely trail behind each flash. Pain bringing back the time you first sparred against Natasha, sadness brings along the first time you witnessed death, anger makes you remember all the times Clint played a stupid practical joke, happiness makes you feel the euphoric feeling of being able to relax after a long mission, and love brings back the best and worst memories of all.

Love brings back Steve.

You catch glimpses of the times you would dance through your Brooklyn apartment secured in Steve’s arms. The times where you would hold his hand as you watched decades and decades of movies. It brought the feeling of complete desperation as the two of you would cling onto each other after a mission, not daring to let go. Everything seemed so surreal, and yet so familiar. 

You take a shakey breath, looking up to Steve. His stare is focused on you, watching your eyes shift around him in hesitance. You open and close your mouth repeatedly, not knowing how to even talk to him anymore. “Steve-”

“Shit, [Y/N],” Tony’s voice come over the communicator, now more frantic then before. “He’s shooting at Rhodey. Hurry up!”

“Who is he talking about, [Y/N]-”

“[Y/N]!”

“Talk to me!”

“What are you doing?!”

“[Y/N]!”

“Shut up!” You scream, causing Steve to go silent. “Just please be quiet.” You rapidly breathe in and out, not being able to stand against Tony and Steve’s vocal assaults any longer. You place your communicator back into your ear, not allowing Steve to hear it.

“Stark, I’m in position.” You whisper.

“There you are,” He groans. “What were we doing, taking a nap?”

You let out a soft sigh, looking up to Tony soaring through the sky. “There’s a complication-”

“What do you mean a complication?”

“Steve-” You look over to Steve who has his gaze locked onto you, watching every movement you make. “Captain Rogers is with me.”

“Shit.”

“If I’m going to complete my mission, I need backup.” You watch as Steve removes the shield from behind his back, preparing for whatever’s heading his way. His stance changes from desperate to defensive. 

“I’m on my way,” Through your earpiece you can hear the boost of his suit as he speeds towards your location. “Get ready for the fight of the century.”

You take a deep breath, bringing your fingers towards the off button of your COMS. You bring your gaze to Steve, observing as his chest heaves up and down anxiously. 

“[Y/N],” His voice comes out monotonous, laking any emotion and only sounding commanding. Sweat drips down the tip of his nose, falling on top of the scratched and dirtied shield. “What’s your mission?” 

A sudden gust of wind whips across the rooftop, slapping you in the face. You feel the strong path of air as it shoots to your eyes, making your vision bur with unshed tears. You rip you stare away from Steve, finding Tony now standing off to the side of the two of you. You take this moment to reach for the rifle you discarded moments ago, toggling the small lever off of safety.

“I have to eliminate the Winter Solider.”

i think it's gonna be a long, long time (sid/geno astronaut!au)

It’s all cheesewithmy’s fault. I have a background in aviation, but lololol space is not my thing; handwavey science, loose technical terms, and only vaguely thought out space travel ahead!

Sid’s out on routine maintenance, doing a regular check of the heat shields when everything goes wrong. The anchor line snaps tight, jerking around his middle as the spacecraft rocks in the wake of an explosion, the black glittering canvas of space blown white and burning as an oxygen tank ruptures.

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Being the Maximoff twins’ sister, and dating Peter would include…

(Requested)

  • Before you, Wanda and Pietro were experimented on, back before your parents died, you three were inseparable
  • Pietro and Wanda constantly teased you, since you were the youngest sibling
  • Having a Sokovian accent, but one that wasn’t as strong as Pietro or Wanda’s
  • Pietro was the sarcastic, funny older brother, who loved to remind Wanda that he was the older twin
  • “I’m twelve minutes older than you!”
  • And Wanda being the more uptight, responsible, grounded sibling, but you still loved her to bits
  • After you parents’ deaths, Wanda and Pietro’s hatred for America and the Avengers was what led to you, Pietro and Wanda becoming volunteers for an experiment that only you three would survive
  • Having the ability to shape reality by casting illusions, a power that was given to you after Baron Strucker experimented on you, Pietro, and Wanda
  • Since Wanda is the Scarlet Witch, and Pietro and Quicksilver, you’re mainly known as Mirage
  • Being held in a separate cell next to Wanda and Pietro at the HYDRA base in Sokovia for months on end, before you three escaped during the whole Ultron affair
  • Having trouble controlling your powers at first; the ability to shape reality can be terrifying, especially when you can’t control what you’re changing
  • Wanda trying her best to help you to control your mutation
  • “You’ve got to concentrate, sestrenka (Little/baby sister). I know it’s hard, but you can do it.”
  • The two of them being extremely protective of you, especially when you’re battling Ultron’s robots
  • “Y/n, watch out!”
  • Saving the Captain America from an Ultron, who was about to  shoot him from behind
  • “Thanks, Y/n.”
  • The twins being reluctant to let you out of their sight during the battle in Sokovia, and you don’t want to leave your older siblings either. The three of you have been a team since the beginning
  • But since Clint is watching over Wanda and Pietro, Natasha promised your older brother and sister that she would take care of you
  • “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.”
    And the two of you make a pretty bad-ass team, shooting and blasting robots out of the air
  • She even lent you one of her guns - which was something of an honour to you
  • After Vision annihilated Ultron’s consciousness, you and Natasha sprinted over to where you had last seen the helicarrier
  • Seeing the team huddled around in a group, and running straight towards them, expecting to see Wanda and Pietro dashing towards you to engulf you in a big family bear-hug
  • What you didn’t expect to see was your brother, your lovable, idiot, dork of a big brother, lying completely still in an escape pod, covered in bullet wounds and blood
  • The first thought that goes through your head is that Pietro is probably playing a prank on you. He’s the fastest man alive, he can’t have possibly gotten shot… right?
  • But the look on the Avengers’ faces tells you otherwise
  • And you look around desperately for Wanda, but she refuses to look into your eyes
  • For the entire trip back on the helicarrier, everybody is silent. Especially you and Wanda
  • Because that day, you had lost your big brother, the person who had taught you how to play soccer. The person who had been there to ward the bullies off. The person who had told you stories while being trapped under the rubble of your old house after the Stark Industries bombs rained down on your hometown, just to make you laugh. And now, he was gone, and he wasn’t ever coming back
  • Being recruited into the Avengers after the battle in Sokovia, and you gratefully accept. It takes a little longer for you to convince Wanda to accept their offer, though
  • After moving into the Avengers Tower, you could finally tell how much your older sister had changed, how much she had matured in such a short time
  • She barely talks to you anymore, and it hurts. It really does. Because sisters are meant to stick together, and you needed Wanda more and ever, with Pietro’s death still fresh in your mind
  • But you don’t blame her, you really don’t. Pietro may have been your big brother, but he had been her twin. The two of them had been there for each other ever since they were born
  • But ever since Wanda had spent most of her time holed up in her new room, refusing to talk to anyone, you began starting to feel incredibly lonely
  • So Natasha took up the role as your substitute big sister, talking you through your grief. After all, if anybody knew about loss, it was her
  • “He wouldn’t want you to mope around the Tower. He’d want you to keep pushing on, and love your life.”
  • Going to Pietro’s funeral, months after the battle in Sokovia, which takes almost weeks of emotional preparation for you and Wanda
  • But it’s harder for Wanda, since the wounds of Pietro’s death are still fresh for her
  • So the Avengers ask you to make the eulogy for Pietro
  • “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course. We just thought that since he was your- your brother, that you might want to do this.”
    Accepting their offer, because you want to honour the memory of Pietro, especially for Wanda
  • “Pietro was our brother, and he sacrificed himself to save us from Ultron. We’ll never forget him.”
    Not being able to stop yourself from hugging Clint when he introduces you to his new baby boy, Nathaniel Pietro Barton
  • “Woah, Y/n, you’re stronger than you look.”
  • Baby-sitting Nathaniel with Wanda whenever Natasha is on a mission
  • “Why is he crying so much? Is he hungry? Is he tired? Did he poop again?
  • Frequently having nightmares about being locked up in the cell at the HYDRA base in Sokovia, and Pietro’s death, causing you to wake up in the middle of the night
  • And the first time the nightmares hit, you have no idea what to do, so you just lie frozen in your bed, shaking and sobbing
  • Being pretty quiet the next day, since your mind is still replaying Pietro’s death over and over in your head
  • And Wanda, being the observant older sister she is, notices how uncharacteristically silent you are, even if she hasn’t been talking to you much recently
  • But you won’t tell her what’s wrong, so she has to read your mind to find out
  • “I miss him too, sestrenka. I miss him a lot. But you can always come to my room if you have a nightmare, you know that, right?
  • Then on padding over to Wanda’s room whenever you have a nightmare, and she lets you sleep in her bed for the rest of the night. And the two of you stare up at the stars, lying in a comfortable silence
  • Absolutely despising Tony Stark, just like Pietro and Wanda, before you joined the Avengers, since the billionaire’s bombs is what destroyed your home
  • But as you get to know the Avengers better, you begin to warm up to Tony; in fact, you actually kind of like his dry sarcasm and sharp wit
  • Knowing that Tony really is sincerely sorry for the whole mortar shell incident that destroyed your hometown. He might not display his feelings very well, but you know that he’s sorry for what he’s done
  • And, over time, you start to become his favourite in the Tower (Though he’ll never admit it). The two of you always hang out together
  • And one day, Tony gets hit by one of his panic/anxiety attacks, and stays holed up in the lab for days on end. The team, who took a vote, sent you down to go and check if he was still alive
  • “He’s more likely not to kill you, Y/n.”
  • So you walk down to the lab, knocking on the door
  • “Tony, can I come in?”
  • “Go away.”
  • Trying to crack the pass code on the door. Unfortunately, you’re not a genius like Bruce, so your multiple attempts failed
  • “JARVIS, what’s the password?”
    “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but Tony specifically told me to keep everybody out of the lab.”
  • “JARVIS, give me the password. I need to make sure Tony hasn’t drowned himself in whiskey.”
  • “Miss Maximoff, I’m very sorry, but-”
  • “JARVIS. Password. Now.”
  • “…Very well, Miss.”
  • Walking in to find the billionaire looking like he hadn’t showered in days, buried in mounds of scrunched balls of paper, and the stench of alcohol lingering around room
  • Tony swatting your hand away when your try to shake him out of his drunk state
  • “Who-Whozzat?”
  • “It’s Y/n. The team sent me down to check on you. They didn’t really give me a choice, but I think it’s time you stop drowning yourself in alcohol. So get up, and we can go hang out at Chipotle.”
  • “…Okay.”
  • From then on, whenever Tony goes through one of his panic attacks, the team sends you down, because they know that you’re the only person he won’t blast with his repulsor beams
  • Making fun of Wanda, and how she and Vision are obviously into each other
  • “An omniscient purple guy with an infinity stone in his forehead? I didn’t think that was your type, Wanda, but hey, who am I to judge?”
  • Using your powers to change up your room every now and then 
  • Sometimes you’ll make it really fancy with soft classical music playing in the background, other times you’ll be sitting in the middle of a jungle
  • Creating an illusion of a pet dog, since Tony doesn’t allow pets in the building
  • And the best part about that is that you don’t have to clean up its poop
  • Being there for Wanda after the accident in Lagos
  • “Wanda, it wasn’t your fault-”
    “Y/n, you know it was my fault. I killed all those innocent people.”
  • Knowing that eventually you’ll have to pick a side after the Sokovia Accords are presented to the team
  • Tony keeping you in the Tower after Steve ‘goes rogue’ and breaks the law to help Bucky out
  • The billionaire saying that he only wants to keep you safe, but you know that he’s only ‘protecting’ you and Wanda because he doesn’t want to risk you joining Cap’s team
  • Resenting Tony more and more every day for forcing you and Wanda to stay at the Tower
  • Because while all the action is happening outside, you’re staying locked up with Vision as a babysitter
  • “Vision, can’t I just go out with Wanda to the park for a few minutes? I hate being cooped up in my room all day.”
  • “I’m sorry, Y/n, but Tony firmly insisted that the two of you stay away from the public.”
  • So at that moment, you were stuck watching Wanda and Vision flirting over paprika until you managed to find a way to escape
  • Before Clint miraculously bursts into the Tower, only just avoiding getting stabbed in the forehead by Wanda, to save you from your captivity
  • “Guess I should’ve knocked.”
  • Being more than willing to leave the Avengers Tower when Clint arrives to recruit you to Steve’s team
  • Because as much as you love Tony, you can’t say that you support the idea of the Sokovia Accords
  • “Sign me right up. Also, nice to see you out of retirement, Clint. I’ve missed you.”
  • “Missed you too, Y/n. Now, let’s go.”
  • Feeling a mixture of pride and guilt when Wanda sends Vision crashing who-knows-how-many levels down into the ground so that you’d have enough time to escape
  • But you would be lying if you said that you weren’t relieved
  • Meeting Peter during the airport battle in Germany, who can’t stop fangirling over your powers
  • “Oh my god, you’re Mirage, I’m such a huge fan, you can cast illusions and make people see things that aren’t there, and, oh my god, this is so cool.”
  • Peter not being able to stop talking to you excitedly throughout the entire battle, since you’re the only person in the team who’s around his age
  • “So how did you get your powers? Do you ever use them just for fun? What school do you go to? Oh wait, you probably don’t go to school, you’re an Avenger… What’s your real name?”
  • Not knowing what to do, because you don’t necessarily want to hurt this guy. In fact he seems kind of cute; his dorkiness was sort of endearing
  • “I got my powers from the mind stone. Yes, I do use them for fun, and no, I don’t go to school. And hi, I’m Y/n Maximoff.”
  • Peter fangirling throughout the entire fight, excitedly babbling on and on about the team to you
  • “It’s so cool to be working for Tony Stark, it’s like a dream come true.”
  • “Is that- Is that the Black Widow?”
  • “That guy with the metal arm is so cool!”
    “And the guy with the wings - how do they work?”
    “Your sister is awesome, she’s like a glowing red immortal goddess.”
  • “The purple guy seems really creepy, who is he?”
    “Do you think I could get Black Panther’s autograph?”
    “I love Hawkeye so much, he’s so under-appreciated.”
  • “Woah, can you do your hallucination-power thing again?”
  • The team going into over-protective family mode
  • “Spider-boy, stop following Y/n around.”
  • Wanda resisting the urge to blast Peter to bits when she sees him flirting with you, her baby sister
  • Because she absolutely refuses to have any guy flirt with you
  • After the heat of Civil War cools over, you try to go on a few dates with Peter
  • And the team is absolutely 100% not supportive of that idea
  • “Parker Boy and Y/n are walking down by Central Park, I repeat, they are walking down Central Park.”
    “Clint, I can see you. You know that, right?”
  • Wanda glaring at Peter every time he come over to hang out at the Avengers Tower
  • “Y/n, I don’t think your sister likes me very much.”
  • FRIDAY PIZZA NIGHT
  • “Tony, just order the damn pizza already!”
    “Well, Steve wants pepperoni, Clint hates pineapple, Scott wants a meat pizza, Wanda doesn’t want any meat, and Vision technically doesn’t even need to eat. And besides, I literally can’t order the pizza, because Y/n and Parker broke all the phones in the Tower.”
  • Trying out a ‘normal’ life by attending high-school with Peter
  • Which only lasts for half a week, because you got suspended on your first day there for throwing your pencil-case at the maths teacher because your were bored
  • And you didn’t expect school to have that much homework - ain’t nobody got time to learn about atoms and algebra
  • “I don’t know how you do it, Peter.”
  • Staying up late to watch movies with Wanda almost every other night
  • “Can we re-watch and binge Parks and Rec?”
  • “Y/n, what is ‘Parks and Rec’?”
  • “Are you kidding me, Wanda? Are you kidding me?”
  • Using your powers to make Peter think that there are a bunch of spiders surrounding him - which you, for some reason, find hilarious
  • “Get it? Because you’re spider-man, hahaha.”

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Hypnotic Language Patterns

What I’m good at:

-Blabbing on: Newbie hypnotists, it’s true- At some point, hypnotic language becomes as effortless as breathing in and out. I can keep a nice flow of induction-y words and phrases going for hours if I needed to.  I could blab on hypnotically while thinking about what sandwich I wanted to order or my favorite scene from Sherlock. I can’t speak to  the quality of said hypnotic work, but my mouth would be saying things and they could be categorized as “trancey”.

-Generally being soothing: I started doing hypnosis primarily for relaxation so I’m pretty skilled at calm, peaceful voice, words, and imagery.

-Rhythm: I like playing around with rhythm and sometimes find myself falling into nice patterns that sound poetic and rhythmic and lovely.

-Waking suggestions: I’m pretty comfortable working around with waking suggestions or modifying/playing with suggestions when the person isn’t technically “in trance”. In all honesty, this feels more like skill on my subjects’ part than mine, but since this is my list I’ll take credit for these working. :)

What I’d like to improve:

-Ericksonian language patterns: Reader- I have a stack of zeebu cards right here by my bed. I occasionally pick them up and riffle through them. Do I ever take the time to actually really learn language patterns? No. I’ve always told myself this was because I didn’t believe in the effectiveness of language patterns, but I’m beginning to realize this is an excuse for laziness. If nothing else, throwing some language patterns in gives you authority (at least to other in-the-know hypnosis people) and lets you joke with your hypnotist friends.*

-NLP- See above re: possibly bullshit but I should probably learn it anyway. I’d like to be better at mirroring and analogue marking specifically and generally in understanding and incorporating a subject’s worldview.**

-Working without long inductions: Despite enjoying waking suggestion, I still get nervous when I do hypnosis that involves quick inductions or no real induction. I think my schema for hypnosis is still too much “magic spell” (which is really flawed worldview on several levels). See also- starting hypnosis from anywhere besides a relaxation induction

-No-fail suggestions: I’m an analytical subject generally, I should utilize the suggestions of my people and work them in more creatively.  (See above re:Erickson).***

-Bravery: I need to experiment more in general- I get into ruts too easily.

What I’m curious about:

- I picked up this weird language pattern where I blend one sentence into the next one starts before the last one ends quite precisely where I want it to. I’m not quite sure where I picked it up or even when I started using it. I’m not really sure how effective it is.  I consulted an expert friend who said she uses these as rapid-fire  pattern interrupts/confusion elements with fractionation. Anyone else do this? Where did you pick it up?

-Everything honestly. I’m not isolating independent language variables here- It’s hard to know what actually works and what is filler– especially because a lot of what is actually working is expectancy regardless of language***

What I’d like to excise:

-Stuttering, but I’ve pretty much decided I’ll just have to continue to work around that

-I’ve been doing this thing forever where I ask a subject to listen to my voice and not the words I’m saying. It is occasionally very effective for creating some nice dissociation, but this suggestion has become a weird default and kind of a hurdle for subjects who need to be more attentive in trance (i.e. most subjects, especially new ones).

What are your language skills and what would you like to work on?

@rightthewaydown @tennfan2 @sex-obsessed-lesbian @soundshypnotic @mr-prism @mrs-prism @mistermindwiper @zanythoughts @banana-pie-gaige @thehypnobunny @the-inquisition-scmh @anyone else who wants to answer!

*Hypnotist humor: 40% language pattern, 30% nlp-references, 30% puns (give or take 5% for Hamilton references)

**Right now I do this primarily through instinct and lots of asking- but I’d like to be able to pick up more on my own

***If you don’t know about no-fail suggestions, this induction from @sex-obsessed-lesbian contains good examples.

***An example of me experimenting with trying to find the active ingredients

anonymous asked:

I love this blog, so here's an angsty ask with a (hopefully) fluffy ending. Mukkun's s/o is usually the one taking care of everything in their shared life and apartment; one day, they get home from work, finding a mess and finally breaking down in a nervous cry due to tiredness and frustration: "I want a partner to rely on, not a child to look after, I'm tired of this!". Hopefully, that'd slap some good sense in the purple giant and let him realise how worn out his s/o is. Thank you so much! <3

Hello to you, dear Anon! (。^‿^。)/ Aww, thank you so much, it made me so happy to hear! Oh boy, Atsushi and his mess… I wish good luck to his s.o. All the good luck. He’s my favourite character, but I probably would drop dead (or he would, because I’d murder him). This took me more time than usual because a) it’s longer (4000 words wtf) and b) I’m also working on another chapter of my Suga fic that I’m posting on Ao3. Here we go!

This was not a good day.

You overslept and were late to work, got a nasty comment from boss on it, one of the clients was a real obnoxious pest to deal with, your brand new outfit got splashed by a car passing over a huge muddy puddle, the bus was packed and someone in your proximity there smelled like they hadn’t had a shower in a month, you typed in the wrong PIN twice when buying groceries and was stared at by all the people in the queue behind you, and you forgot your umbrella and the keys in the morning.

That was how you were stuck at your own doorsteps in the dark (since the light bulb in the lamp above you must have burned out), waiting for Murasakibara to let you in.

In rain pouring down at you like a tsunami.

For ten minutes now.

Yeah, this really was not a good day.

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