i hope i didn't wake up the others in the house

anonymous asked:

pleaseee could you write drabble, Emma saying to Killian "I didn't know you could sing"

unrelated to the upcoming musical ep, but here ya go. sorry it’s rather messy. drabble became ficlet.


Emma has never really lived with a guy before. Well, she supposes that she and Neal did kind of live together in the Bug all those years ago, but this is different.

This is sharing a home.

And with that comes a few adjustments. Neither of them have ever owned very many possessions aside from their full wardrobes, but now they have this big house and it’s being slowly but surely filled with… things. Stuff. Books and trinkets on their shelves, an array of colorful toiletries and pretty things in their bathrooms, an admittedly overly stocked cabinet of alcohol, blankets and pillows meant not just for function but also for decoration.

She’s a bit disorganized and messy. Killian is kind of a neat freak after having run his own ship for so long.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I saw that you'd opened requests! Can I ask for hc about RFA, V and Saeran didn't see MC for few weeks, because was abroad or went to another town and MC couldn't go with him or her. And today he or she is coming back. Thanks for your great blog!

Such a cute idea! Hope you like these~


  • Zen was filming his latest movie and they needed him abroad for a few weeks
  • You couldn’t come because of your own work obligations
  • You get a call on the week he’s supposed to return
  • He says his work is delayed for another two weeks
  • You try to sound as supportive as possible, but honestly you’re disappointed
  • You’ve been super lonely
  • A few days later, you return to your apartment and there’s a path of rose petals on the
  • floor
  • You slowly follow it and notice there’s also a few candles and dim lighting
  • Zen is waiting in the dining room where he has take out nicely plated he didn’t have time to cook
  • You just drop your bags and hug him with a small squeal
  • He picks you up and spins you around
  • When he puts you down, he explains that he lied about the extended work to surprise you
  • You’re too happy to see him to scold him for lying
  • You guys eat together while he shares some stories from his trip
  • As the evening comes to a close, you two just cuddle up on the couch and make out make up for lost time


  • He had to attend a family reunion in Japan
  • You couldn’t join him, so you had to bear the few weeks alone with occasional spotty video call sessions
  • Finally the day comes where he’s returning
  • You spend several hours making a large Welcome Home sign with drawings of some of his favorite things all over it
  • When he walks out from the gate in the airport, he looks really tired but lights up as soon as he sees you
  • He tries to do that cheesy airport run, but then he just realizes he really missed you and gives you a kiss as soon as he sees you
  • You take him back to his place so he can drop of his things
  • But you’re in for a surprise when he brings out all the stuff he got you
  • He’s so excited to give you a bunch of little gifts, and he tries to explain some of them…but others he’s just like…
  • “Oh! And I got you this because it reminded me of…of…actually, I don’t know why I got this. It was cute.”
  • He’s still talking even as you two are laying down on the bed
  • After a while, he grows silent and just grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to the top of your head
  • You two stay there for awhile until you hear his soft snores


  • She’s abroad meeting with partners and sponsors for the cafe
  • She was supposed to be gone for about two weeks
  • Since everything went smoothly, she got to come back early
  • But she didn’t tell you…
  • She got in early as usual and hid in the closet
  • She waits until you come in and start setting things up
  • She texts you and tells you to check in the closet to see inventory or something
  • You sigh and obey instructions
  • That’s when she pops out with open arms
  • Only…you were holding a bag of flour
  • Which you threw right in her face
  • “Jaehee! I’m so sorry!”
  • She spits out a mouthful flour out of her mouth
  • You think she’s mad but she just starts laughing like crazy
  • There was a mini flour fight before you two hurried home to clean up before customers arrived


  • He went on business trip pretty often, but this one happened to be nearly a month long
  • You were supposed to join him
  • But you got very sick near the last minute and ended up staying home while he went
  • It was a rough time for you since he was barely on any phone calls with you
  • It was only to ask how you were doing and check up on you but that was it
  • Two weeks go by and you’re feeling better but the house isn’t the same without him
  • You wake up groggy and go to the kitchen
  • He asks you, “Chocolate or Strawberry?”
  • You shrug and say, “Chocolate,” before sitting down on the small island staring at him in his apron
  • Then it hits you
  • “Jumin! You’re home?!”
  • You’re mildly confused but it doesn’t stop you from tackling him in a hug
  • He’s laughing that his little trick worked but also asking questions about your health
  • He spends the entire day with you, showing you blurry pictures from his time away


  • He had gotten this one freelance hacking job abroad
  • It paid really well, but the only downside was that it was approximately three weeks and there could be absolutely no communication
  • You still encouraged him to take it, convincing him you and Saeran could handle yourselves
  • You end up with a really bad flu about a week later, so half the time that passes is in a drugged delirium from all the meds
  • Still, you liked to leave your room occasionally to check up on Saeran
  • He’s sitting in the computer room playing some games, so you just casually start a conversation, but he wasn’t responding
  • Then Saeran…another Saeran? Walks into the room and you swear you took the wrong meds
  • But when Saeran starts yelling and brawling with the “imposter” you realize your mistake
  • “Saeyoung!” you cry happily, running to give him a hug
  • “Uh…actually, that’s Saeran….”
  • Oops. You quickly amend your mistake
  • He forgives your mix up, considering your illness, but right away he activates his mothering mode to get you better


  • His therapist had suggested some retreat abroad to help him through some things
  • He didn’t really want to go at first, but you thought it might be good for him to explore a little, since it was only about a week long
  • But once he was there, he was constantly video chatting you in the evenings
  • Even if you two weren’t talking, he would call and just have you there
  • When you pick him up at the airport, he drops his bags in the car and pulls you into the biggest hug
  • It’s odd since he doesn’t usually initiate affection, but he’s holding you so tightly
  • When you two finally get home, he’s clingier than usual
  • He’s just sharing everything he saw and what he did and showing some pictures
  • He’s so tired by the end of the day, but he’s just laying with his head on your lap and still talking
  • Until finally, he drifts off mid-sentence, and you can’t help but find it to be the cutest thing


  • He got a big opportunity for a photoshoot abroad
  • You encouraged him to take it, as he was slowly building up his work after regaining his sight
  • You two still managed to talk occasionally, but your schedules barely matched
  • Because his project was indefinite, neither of you knew exactly when he was coming back
  • One of those rare moments where you could text each other, you asked how his work was coming along
  • He replied that he just took what might’ve been his favorite picture in the past few weeks
  • When you ask him to send it to you, you realize it’s a picture of you…on the couch you were sitting on right then
  • You jump up and run to the open door where he was waiting
  • You throw your arms around him, your legs wrapping around his torso as he spun you around
  • He had already made dinner reservations so you two could spend the evening catching up 

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expecting daddy!harry would be like...
  • whether it was planned or not, I feel like either way he would be so over the top with happiness because we all know how amazing of a father he would be
    • but I bet he would totally know before you would, and at first he would probably start making stupid jokes (”y’know might be able to say we might both have buns in the over,” 100% would be him while he’s baking bread)
    • and i bet that his little jokes would get to your head, like turning down a glass of wine at dinner, just in case, and slowly starting to eat the healthy crap that harry has stacked in the fridge, and I don’t think i can even explain the smile that would light up his face
  • finding out would be a little bitter sweet i think, because after weeks of him gloating about how strong his swimmers are and your strong will ignoring his little comments should mean nothing because you should know your body better than him, right? but the three pregnancy tests that lined your bathroom counter say otherwise
  • and the moment that harry finds that he’ll be a dad, i don’t think you could ever put it into words because you can tell that it is something that he has wanted for years and I can just imagine the way he would hold you so delicately because you’re carrying his baby 
    • ‘m gonna be…” his hands would shake around your waist, barely tearing his glaze off of the non-existent bump he’s looking out for, “i’m gonna be a dad?

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Movie Night

Prompt:  Person A falling asleep watching a movie with Person B so B carries A to their bed. Bonus: Person A wakes up in B’s arms but pretends to still be asleep so they can be carried to bed.

Just so you know I wrote this at 2 am so…

  Chat Noir looked at the computer clock which now read one in the morning. “Wow,” he yawned, “that sure went by fast.” He rubbed his burning eyes and waited for a reaction from his companion but there was no response from Marinette. He turned to see that her head was resting against his shoulder and wondered how he hadn’t realized that before. A faint wheezing pierced the new found silence with Marinette’s every breath. In the dim monitor light it was visible that her eyes were closed tight as she was lost in a deep sleep. Oh my god she’s actually snoring, how cute can she get? he chuckled to himself and carefully navigated the mouse to exit out of the movie they had just finished watching.

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Cuddles are the best remedy

Words: 691

Genre: Fluff (that’s all I know how to write apparently)

Warnings: Dan swears a bit, but what’s new

Description: Dan wakes up feeling unwell, and it’s way too early for him to deal with this

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Lust x Fell
  • (Gotta say, very dirty sinful sex up in here, letting you people know, you been warn~ hope yah all love it as much as I do, and enjoy every hot sexy moment of it~ I regret nothing, also, give a like and reblog lol)
  • *In UnderLust*
  • LustSans: Heya bro, I'm heading out to Grillbyz, k
  • LustPaps: -Sighs- fine.. but don't over drink.. Can't stand to always end up dragging you back home from you always getting so drunk all the time..
  • LustSans: Ah g Paps, don't worry, I ain't gonna be dra-gon you down, with me over drinkin, heh
  • LustPaps: ... Really... you just couldn't help yourself..
  • LustSans: Hehehe, welp, anyway, I'm off, cya
  • *Teleports*
  • LustSans: -comes in the front entrance of door- Heya guys, miss me?
  • CrowdInClub: Hell Yeah! Lust is Back!
  • LustSans: Heh, I take that as a yes~ -walks inside and sits on stole, looks to grillby- yah know what I like grillby~ -winks-
  • LustGrillby: of course, same as always -serves him the ketchup shots- Your brother seems to be getting tired of you drinking more often then usual here
  • *Music bumpin and blasting, loads of strippers and drinkers in kinky sexy clothes dancing*
  • LustSans: -drinks- eh, got no where else to go for some fun heh
  • LustGrillby: -smiles bit- right, just try to not over drink today, your brother text me to remind you that
  • LustSans: -rolls pupils- ok ok, I heard him the first time, ain't much change around here, always same thing, over and over -looks over to the others dancing, partying, drinking, and stripping-
  • LustGrillby: Think something might change for you? -leans to bar with arms crossed-
  • LustSans: Heh -drinks another shot- I wish grillbyz, I sure wish, that something new could happen for once, instead of the same ol thing I see everyday, somethin, interesting, more fun and exciting yah know?
  • LustGrillby: Sure lust, maybe something will change for you
  • -phone rings-
  • LustGrillby: ? hold on lust, I have to answer this -heads to the back in storage room and answers phone-
  • LustSans: Eh ok.. -keeps drinking-
  • *after couple shots later*
  • CrowdInClub: -chant- Dance! Lust! Dance!
  • LustSans: ? -hic- ehehe.. welp, since yah all ask -gets on a pole and strip dances for them, is drunk-
  • CrowdInClub: -Chant, Cheers, and Whistles in Hot Tone-
  • *After a long late night partying, he ends up walking threw the forest*
  • LustSans: -still drunk- *hic* wooo -chuckles- *hic* that was some parrrttyy~ -blushing from effect of drinking and pupils are heart shape purple-
  • -As soon as he almost makes it back home, a mysterious portal appears, right infront of him, out of no where-
  • LustSans: ? -tilts head- *hic* wha this?.. -goes closer to take a peek- hmm?..
  • -The portal suddenly sucks him inside and closes behind him-
  • LustSans: !?! Hey! WTF?!
  • -He tries to escape, but the force of the portal pulls him more and more, with no escape-
  • *Next Scene, In UnderFell*
  • FellSans: Boss.. I'm heading to Grillbys.. and cmon home late.. so don't be a ass callin me all crazy to come home..
  • FellPaps: Hmph.. your already a ass to me.. whatever.. go get yourself drunk for all I care...I'll be at the Royal Guard -walks out the front door and slams it behind self-
  • FellSans: *ToSelf: Bitch..
  • -As Soon as he was gonna teleport, a portal appears in front of him-
  • FellSans: ? What the Fuck? -looks at it with hands in jacket pockets- what is this shit?...
  • -the portal sucks him in-
  • FellSans: !? -teleports before it could- what the fuck was that. . . -walks threw forest- least it didn't get me..
  • -portal appears underneath his feet and he falls in, portal closes-
  • FellSans: . . . I should of know...-pupils slightly opened, with a pist off look- where the fuck is it taking me..
  • *Back to LustSans Scene*
  • -portal opens and drops him on ground, and he faceplant-
  • LustSans: !? -muffles- ow.. -slowly stands back up,rubs face, looks around- where am I?.. geez.. I need to get back home
  • -he tries to teleport back to his au world, but for some reason, it only teleports him back to where he is right now-
  • LustSans: ? what the hell -keeps trying- what's goin on here.. why can't I teleport back?.. shit.. this isn't good
  • -he roams threw the forest, soon stumbles upon a empty house-
  • LustSans: -sees- ? hm.. seems empty, do I dare?.. Ah freak it, where else could I go, and its getting pretty dark out
  • -he heads inside the empty house, towards the living room, lays upon couch, slowly falls to sleep-
  • *Back to FellSans Scene*
  • -portal opens up and drops him-
  • FellSans: -lands on feet, grunts- what the fuck.. what's this shitty place.. I'm outer here..
  • *same result as LustSans, he only teleports to the same spot*
  • FellSans: ?.. Son of a Bitch.. guess I'm walkin..fuckin fantastic..
  • *As he roams threw the forest, it starts getting darker with night approaching, he soon stumbles upon the same house that LustSans is in, him not knowing he's there*
  • FellSans: -sees it- looks dead empty.. -looks around- to quiet out here.. might as well spend the night there till morin, and figure out on how the fuck I'm gonna get back..
  • -heads inside, pupils glow red for light, looks around-
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz -Snores-
  • FellSans: -hears- ? not empty.. -heads towards the snoring sound, suddenly seeing him sleeping on couch- ..... *Whispers to self: What the fuck is he doing here. . .
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz
  • FellSans: *Whisper to self: ... of all the Au's....-grunts- fuck sake...-sighs- maybe he might know what happened -grunts- n-no.. what am I saying.. I shouldn't talk to the sex addicting freak.. -back turned- there's gotta be someone else that can bring me back to my au...and explain, on why the fuck I'm here...
  • LustSans: -slowly wakes, hearing a voice, lifts head, and sees him- ? *To Self Whispers: ooooo heh, well well, how interesting that FellSans is here as well. Maybe, in the mean time, since were now both struck here, I could spare the time for some fun with him~ -gets up slowly, and approaches him quietly from behind, with a sly grin-
  • FellSans: *To self: Who ever brought me here with this "Freak" is gonna p-
  • LustSans: -Arms wrap around him- heeeyyy felly~ -chuckles, with pupils glowing in purple heart shape-
  • FellSans: !?! Oh Hell Nah! -Shoves him off- Don't Touch Me! -backs away-
  • LustSans: heheh~ Aww did I scare you felly~
  • FellSans: -raises non existing brow- fuck no... and don't call me that....
  • LustSans: Heh, weird how it brought you and me, together, isn't it~
  • FellSans: Don't Fuckin Touch Me. . .or I'll break you..
  • LustSans: -Leans forward, licks him on mouth- You talk bad~ I love it~
  • FellSans: ! -shivers- what the fuck is with you! you creep me the fuck out.. -clenches fist- Stay the fuck away from me!! Got That!
  • LustSans: or what, yah gonna, Pun-ish me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: First of all, good one, second, not to whatever your thinking...
  • LustSans: -chuckles- C'mere yah sexy bones~ -hands to his face and kisses him on mouth-
  • FellSans: !?! -swings a punch-
  • LustSans: -miss- lol
  • FellSans: -pupils flame red, blushes bit- You Asshole!!!
  • LustSans: -blushes- hehe~ you taste good hot stuff~
  • FellSans: ugh... -shivers- just. don't.
  • LustSans: Aww cmon, its just only you and me here~
  • FellSans: I.. don't give a flying fuck..
  • LustSans: I do~
  • FellSans: -flips him off- Fuck You!
  • LustSans: -loops fingers and puts in center of his middle finger- Fuck Me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: . . . -eyesockets go black, and twitches bit, growls- errr....
  • LustSans: Yah cute when your mad~
  • FellSans: I'm Not Cute! I'm Deadly!
  • LustSans: Oh sure yah are, yah also such a big ol softy~
  • FellSans: -raised voice bit- Stop. It. Now....
  • LustSans: Yah outta try somethin fun for a change sexy bad bones~ and not act like a pussy~
  • FellSans: -Triggered, slam him upon ground, pins him down- Shut Your Sluty Ass Mouth Up!!!
  • LustSans: -gets startled bit, sinful grin, legs wrap around his waist and pulls him down on me- Soooo Hooott~ -grabs to his collar and pulls down, licks on his neck-
  • FellSans: Gahh!?! -flinched and shivers, blushes more, tries to escape-
  • LustSans: -doesn't let him, arms around and over his shoulders, pulls him more down on me, legs still around his waist more tight, looks to him with a sly smile-
  • FellSans: . . . .Let...go..
  • LustSans: heh no~ -tongues him deep in the mouth to his tongue-
  • FellSans: !?! Mmph!-muffles- Stop! -struggles, blushing hard-
  • LustSans: -wraps tongue to his-
  • FellSans: Mmmph!! -can't take it-
  • LustSans: -breathes heavily- ahh heh~ -makes out to him, drools bit-
  • FellSans: a-ahh..-gives up, makes out back to him more roughly-
  • LustSans: -slathers tongue to his neck-
  • FellSans: ahh~ -pants hard, bites bit hard to his neck-
  • LustSans: -Jolts up bit- Ah!~ so naughty~
  • FellSans: *InMind: What the fuck am I doing.. This is so wrong yet.. -grunts- It feels so right* -hand grips to his ass-
  • LustSans: -Jolts bit from feel, blushes hard, yells out in pleasure- ohh felly!~
  • FellSans: -gets kinda turned on, turns him around to his stomach, pulls his shirt off and mine, licks his spine-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -pants heavily, trembles-
  • FellSans: -blushing, whispers- I..hate..you.. -pulls his pants down as I pull my shorts down, bends him over and penetrates him hard and deep in his ass-
  • LustSans: !! Ahhhh!!~ -moans loudly with tongue dripping and drooling bit-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, pounds in him harder, faster, deeper, gripping to his ass, spread wide-
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!~ hhhhhn!~ -moans louder, legs to knees get shaky, breathes heavier, hands grip-
  • FellSans: -breathes much heavier, sweating, keeps pelvic thrusting further and further in deeply, and much faster- ahhh~ mmmhh~ -huffs and puffs hard to his back of spine, with tongue out drooling on it-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -moans out- fuck yes!~ -pants deeply, sweating and drooling from tongue- hhhhhhn!~
  • FellSans: -goes all the way in at limit thrusting deeply harder and faster- ahhhh~ f-fuck~ hhhhhn~ s-shit~ I'm g-gonna~ -full grip on his ass and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!!~ -screams in pleasure, from feeling his cum in me all wet- ooohh felly~~~ -blushes deeply-
  • FellSans: -pants, blushes hard, looks down on him and grins- I'm not done yet.. -turns him facing me, lowers his head, hand on back of his head and shoves my dick in his mouth-
  • LustSans: Mmmmppphhh!~
  • FellSans: Get to sucking you thirsty bastard~ -sly and grin smile-
  • LustSans: -sucks deep and hard-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, helps him go faster and deeper-
  • LustSans: -sucks deeply and faster, at sametime, jerking and stroking with bit of grip and squeeze to it, drools- Mmmmpph~ Mmmmh~
  • FellSans: -moans- ahhh~ g-god d-dam mmmhh~ hhhhhn~ -drools from tongue, staring at him, heavy breathing-
  • LustSans: -breathes heard from nose hole, goes deeper in throat, tongue slathers all over it soaking wet, goes faster, grip stroking-
  • FellSans: Ahhh~ -breathes deeply heavier- f-fuck~ Ahhh!~ mmmmh~ hhhhhn!~ -grabs to his head and thrust all the way in and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Mmmmpphhh!!~ -gulps it all, pants hard- *huff* ahh~ *puffs* -licks around mouth, blushing more deeply-
  • FellSans: -looks to him, blushing harder, kisses to him-
  • LustSans: -kisses back- That was fun~
  • FellSans: f-fuck yeah, it was~
  • LustSans: -pupils glow in purple heart shape with a sly smile, says in sexual tone of voice- lets have some more fun~
  • *To Be Continued*

anonymous asked:

"I didn't know you were ticklish" with hearnst

This was probably one of my favorite things to write, ever (sorry if its crap though I wrote it pretty quickly.) I hope you don’t mind if I post it on Ao3, but this was super fun.

           Ernst and Hans weren’t dating.

           Sure, they held hands, they referred to each other affectionately, they left sappy notes in each other’s lockers and held hands when it was midnight and Hans should be at his house and they should both be sleeping but neither of them could sleep so Hanschen snuck out and climbed the fence and sat with Ernst on his porch swing until the hour got too unreasonable. But that wasn’t dating.

           No, they were just friends.

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anonymous asked:

Wondertrev prompt: little bit of a reverse Disney princess story, Steve didn't die but is unconscious when Diana finds him and he only wakes up when she kisses him goodbye

Day was just breaking as the battle finished. Diana looked at the German soldiers who had begun taking off their gas masks. —They are barely more than boys! she noted to herself, surprised. Certainly none of them are older than… She froze, unwilling to finish that thought, to think the name and feel her heart break again. Full of restless energy, she rolled her neck from side to side and looked the other way. There was the rest of the team: Charlie, Sameer, Chief. Refusing to say that name to herself couldn’t keep her from seeing her own grief mirrored in their eyes, from feeling the gaping hole his death left in the crew. A dry sob caught in her throat, but she forced it down. She wasn’t ready to let herself accept the truth yet. Praying to gods that were supposed to be long dead and somehow clinging to the smallest shred of hope, she took off at a dead run in the direction she’d seen the plane go.

The rhythm of her stride gave her something to focus on besides the memories that swirled in her head. Pain, and a ringing in her ears. Strong hands under her elbow, helping her to her feet. Clear blue eyes filled with worry. Those same hands, now gentle as they caressed her face. A watch, pressed into her own hands. Haunting last words: “I wish we had more time. I love you.” She ran harder, trying to drown her thoughts in the sound of her feet pounding against the ground, wishing she could have run after him and kept him from sacrificing himself. Soon, she slowed her pace. Here was a bent metal bar, there a piece of wing torn in two. This must be the plane’s debris field.

She was entering the outskirts of what must have been a forest before the artillery of both armies had ripped the life from the earth. Scattered about were the remains of once-mighty trees. She looked at the trunks, blasted and twisted into grotesque shapes, and felt that they were a fitting memorial to this horrible war mankind had brought upon the earth. As she surveyed the trees, she saw in the distance something that made her heart begin to race. A shredded mess of cloth and cord hung tangled in the branches of one of the larger trees, fluttering listlessly in the early morning wind. She didn’t know what it was, but it was something. Her feet were suddenly moving of their own accord, carrying her at a dead sprint through the eerie forest graveyard to get a better look. She was still a few yards from the tree when she pulled up sharply, skidding to a halt. Her heart stopped. At the base of the tree lay a figure with tousled hair, facedown in the mud.

For a few moments Diana couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. This could only be one person, but it could not be! —Did I not see the explosion with my own eyes? She thought wildly. —That is something no man could survive! Her train of thought halted abruptly. She didn’t actually know if he still was alive. In a rush of motion she was at his side. His clothing was shredded, and with all of his cuts and burns he didn’t look much better than the rags that clung to him. He seemed to be wearing the remains of some sort of pack on his back; her brain registered this without comprehending as she hooked both hands around one arm and rolled him over. The arm flopped limply into the mud. His eyes remained closed. His chest did not rise or fall. Diana reached one tentative hand toward his face, as unsure as the day she had dragged him out of the waters of Themiscyra. This time, though, he made no movement in response to her touch, and something inside Diana shattered all over again.

The boys later told her that they’d heard her first anguished cry from the airfield, well over two miles away. They also said they’d seen a solitary flash of lightning, heard a single clap of thunder, before the world returned to quiet. She could barely remember it. The lightning bolt had struck her directly, and it seemed to fill rather than harm her. It was as though Zeus himself reached down to be with his daughter in her time of mourning. She had no idea how long she knelt by his side, overcome by this fresh loss. No tears came. She was beyond tears. Instead, brimming with the power of the gods, she shrieked her wordless pain and rage into the morning stillness. As the waves of grief slowly began to subside, she looked down at the man she had grown to love. His face was just as burned and bloody as the rest of him, but he seemed to be at peace. A smile tugged at her lips despite her grief, and she reached out to sweep aside that one lock of hair that was forever falling into his eyes. At least now she would get to say goodbye. She slipped one hand tenderly under his head, and brought her lips to his in a final farewell.

She’d forgotten that she was still filled with the power of Zeus’s thunderbolt. She felt the energy course into his body and dissipate into the ground. Steve gave one violent twitch, and then was still. Diana recoiled sharply, dropping his head back into the muck. She was quite certain that mortal bodies were not designed to house the power wielded by the king of the gods. Then, she saw something that made her heart jump into her throat: a flicker of movement under his eyelids. She reached toward him a third time, trembling, and pressed her hand to the skin just under his jaw. Beneath her fingers she felt a pulse, strong and steady. His chest was now rising and falling rhythmically. He was alive! And Diana wept.


The first thing that registered for Steve was pain. He hurt everywhere. —I suppose that’s to be expected when you blow up a whole goddamn bomber, he thought, chuckling darkly to himself. As he processed his own thought, the next thing to hit him was confusion. He blew up a plane packed with explosives. With himself in it! He definitely should not be alive. He remembered making his peace with his demons as the plane climbed into the sky. He also remembered seeing a large pack hanging on the cockpit wall, and guessing it was a parachute. The Allies didn’t believe they were effective but the Germans had started equipping their own planes with the things. He didn’t know what had made him slip it onto his back before he pulled the trigger—he knew he was going to die in the blast—but he did anyway. Lucky for him. He couldn’t remember anything after the explosion. He supposed he must have been thrown straight out of the windshield by the blast of air that would have preceded the fireball in such a confined space. He must have stayed conscious or come to consciousness long enough to pull the chute’s rip cord, and now here he was.

In the seconds it took for all of this to flash through his brain, he became aware of a third sensation: weight, pressing on his chest. And…crying? He struggled to open his eyes—one seemed to be swollen shut—and there she was. Diana, daughter of Hippolyta, princess of Themiscyra, defender of the helpless, was curled up on his chest, sobbing.

“Hey, hey…” he murmured. Every inch of him hurt—he felt like he’d been run over by a freight train and could only imagine how bad his wounds were—but he still gingerly lifted one hand to sweep her hair behind her ear and press tenderly into her cheek.

“You’re alive,” she crooned between sobs. “You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive.”

“I’m alive,” he agreed, and he held her.


Eventually Diana’s tears slowed and Steve recovered enough strength to sit up, laboriously and with much help, and lean against the tree. Diana kept reaching out to touch him with gentle fingers—his face, his shoulder, his hand—as if she was afraid that he might disappear if she couldn’t feel him. She avoided the worst of his injuries, and he reveled in the sensation of her cool fingers against his skin.

“That’s the second time you’ve saved my life,” he murmured. He was sure she had played some role in his miraculous survival. “Thank you.”

“I thought you were dead,” she replied. “I found you here. You were not moving, not breathing.”

His brow furrowed sharply. “Then how…?” She told him how she had been filled with lightning as she’d kissed him, and how it had traveled through his body and somehow revived him. His chuckle as she finished trailed off into a wheeze of pain, but his good eye was still dancing.

“What? I do not understand what is so funny!”

He smiled. “We have a fairy tale, in this world, of a princess who falls asleep in an enchanted castle and can only be woken by true love’s kiss from her prince.”

“Does that make me your prince?” Her eyes sparkled wickedly. Diana had seen enough of the world of men to understand the humor in the gender reversal.

“It does. And I believe—” his good eye, impossibly blue, was suddenly scorching as he continued very deliberately. “I believe that also makes you my true love.”

Her breath caught in her chest. There was one thing she hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him before he’d run off towards that plane. “I love you, Steve Trevor.” And for the second time that day, impossibly, she was cupping the back of his head, drawing his face toward hers. She brushed his lips with the lightest of kisses, cautious of his many injuries. When she opened her eyes she found him surveying her from close range with an intensity that sent delicious shivers up her spine.

“What is it?” she murmured.

He smiled. “How would you like to get breakfast?”

And she knew exactly what he meant.

anonymous asked:

So I was wondering if you could write a fluffy analogical fic? I really don't have an idea for what exactly I want, I just love the ship lol - Hazelwood Anon <3

I FINISHED IT! This is soooo late, but I hope you like it anyway! Also just for the record, wrapping someone in bubble wrap will not prevent them from getting injured. Yes, I speak from experience

Logan was beginning to get concerned.

Two months ago, he had finally worked up the courage to ask Anxiety out on a date, and much to his relief and delight, the other had said yes. They had been together ever since. And their relationship was going well. They enjoyed each others company, went on multiple pleasant outings, and found activities to share together. Although Logan still maintained that kissing your opponent during a debate counted as cheating.

With all the time they now spent together, it was only natural that they would become more aware of the quirks and habits of the other. For the most part, Logan enjoyed this. He loved learning new things about Anxiety. Like the way he always had to sleep with his arms curled up around something, be it a stuffed animal, pillow, or person. Or the way he’d hum absentmindedly when absorbed in a task.

However, one of the things he’d learned worried Logan immensely. Anxiety, as it turned out, was incredibly clumsy, and he was going to give Logan an heart attack. It seemed as though every day he had a new bump, bruise, or scratch, and whenever Logan tried to fuss over them, Anxiety just waved him off, claiming he “had just tripped down the stairs, no big deal.”

Logan disagreed. Minor clumsiness would be ignorable, but Anxiety took it to an extreme that left Logan sure he was going to get himself seriously injured some day. He could not allow that to happen. So, he had come up with a list of possible solutions.

At heart, a man of science, Logan was eager to test each possibility and learn which one functioned best. He was sure that with this experimentation, he would find a way to prevent his boyfriend from getting any future injuries.

The first item on his list was simple: keep a hold of Anxiety. Theoretically, as long as Logan had a hand on him, or even was within arms reach, he should be able to prevent any accidents.

For the next two days, Logan stuck to Anxiety like glue, hovering over him everywhere he went. So far, it seemed to be working. Anxiety had almost tripped a few times, but Logan had been able to catch him each time.

They were sitting on the couch together, Logan keeping one eye on Anxiety as he carefully reviewed his notes on the experiment. Then there was a call from Morality.

“Logan,” he said, “Do you think you could come help me in the kitchen? I’m making stew and it would go faster with a set of helping hands.”

Logan hesitated. He didn’t want to tell Morality no, but if he was busy cooking there was no way he’d be able to react fast enough to any incidents.

Anxiety looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Just go already,” he huffed. “You’ve been stupidly clingy for the past two days. It’s been fun, but I assure you, we can stand to be apart for twenty minutes.”

Logan frowned. “If you’re sure-“ he began.

Anxiety cut him off, now starting to sound annoyed. “Yes, I’m sure. What’s up with you?”

Not wanting to get into the specifics of his experiment at that moment, Logan just sighed and said, “Alright. I’ll return within the hour. Please do not leave the couch during that time.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” Anxiety shrugged. “I’ve got no reason to move.”

As satisfied as the situation allowed, Logan moved to the kitchen, greeting Morality with a nod. Beginning to chop up the vegetables needed, he reassured himself mentally. Anxiety would be fine.

However, just as all the ingredients had been tossed in and the stew left to simmer, Logan heard a thump coming from the common room.

A sense of dread filling him, he called out, “Anxiety?”

“I’m fine,” came the rather muffled reply, “I was just twisting to try and reach the remote and I fell off the couch.”

Logan sighed, and pulled out his notebook.

Idea successful when implemented, but cannot be kept up continuously. Must be executed in conjunction of another solution.

Snapping his notebook shut, he adjusted his glasses. Further experimentation was required.

His next experiment required a bit of coaxing to pull off. Logan’s theory was that if he couldn’t always be around to prevent incidents, perhaps he could teach Anxiety to be less clumsy, so he could prevent them himself. His suggested method for doing so: yoga.

By increasing Anxiety’s balance and flexibility, as well as creating a stronger awareness of his body placement, Logan hoped to decrease his clumsiness significantly. The trick was getting Anxiety to agree.

In the end, he had to bribe Anxiety with promises of making his favorite cookies later, but Logan had gotten him to go along with it. Now they were both following along to an instructional video Logan had found on YouTube.

Logan sneaked a glance at Anxiety who had his head hanging down in downward dog. While Anxiety had complained the entire time, he’d still gone through the poses.

Right then as if on cue, Anxiety lifted his head.

“Are we almost done,” he grumped. “This is boring.”

“Not much longer,” Logan promised, “But don’t you find this relaxing?”

Anxiety shrugged. “Mostly I just feel stupid,” he said, “But whatever.”

Logan smiled at him fondly. “I assure you, you don’t look stupid,” he replied. “And I hope you’ll be amenable to joining me again in the future.”

“I’ll think about it,” Anxiety conceded, and from his experience with the darker side, Logan knew that meant yes. He ducked his head to contain his smile of triumph.

A comfortable silence settled between then, only broken by the instructor in the video. Logan was pleased. As a whole, he was confident he could mark this experiment as a success. But then, as they were going into the warrior pose, it happened.

As they moved to balance on one leg, Anxiety wobbled, his arms flailing frantically, trying to stay upright. And faster than Logan could catch him, he pitched forward.

Logan abandoned his mat, kneeling at Anxiety’s side.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. It didn’t look like a bad fall, but with Anxiety you never knew.

Anxiety sat up. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I’m okay. Think I might have landed on my wrong on my wrist though.”

Logan took the wrist in question and frowned at it.

“You might have sprained it,” he said, “Here, let’s get some ice.”

As they moved to the kitchen, Logan mentally revised his conclusion.

Experiment had some initial positive results, but is not an immediate solution. May produce desired results in future, but not for some time.

Logan took a breath and stepped back. There he was done.

His last two experiments had been centered on Anxiety’s actions, seeking to change them to prevent injuries. As those had failed to produce the results he needed, he had switched tactics, by changing the environment so injury was impossible.

Essentially, he had baby-proofed the house.

Every sharp edge had been covered in foam. he had installed a gate at the top of the stairs, and special handgrips on the bannister. It was perfect. Now he just had to wait for Anxiety to wake up so it could be tested.

“What. The. Hell.”

Ah, there he was.

Logan turned to beam at his boyfriend, who was looking unusually angry.

“Anxiety,” he said cheerfully, “Salutations!”

“Don’t you salutations me” Anxiety growled, “What the fuck is this shit?”

“I can only assume you’re referring to the preventative measures I’ve installed in the house,” Logan said, fidgeting with his glasses nervously.

“Is that what those are?” Anxiety spluttered, “What the hell are you trying to prevent?”

Logan’s brow furrowed. Perhaps Anxiety was unaware of the severity of his clumsiness.

“Well,” he began, “My hope is that they will prevent any further injuries to your person, by neutralizing objects that could be hazardous to your health.”

“I’m not a fucking infant,” Anxiety spat, “I don’t need you to treat me like one!”

“I’m not-“

“Yes, you are! For god’s sake, there’s a goddamn baby gate on the stairs!”

Anxiety seemed very upset. Perhaps he had miscalculated. Logan opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Anxiety spun around and began walking away from him.

“You know what, whatever” he said, turning back to glare at Logan. “I’ll be in my room”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Wait, Anxiety, look out of that-“

There was a thump, then cursing.

“… wall.” Logan sighed. It seemed his efforts had been for naught. And he doubted Anxiety would let them remain for much longer anyway.

Experiment result: utter failure.

So Logan may have been getting slightly desperate.

In his defense, nothing else seemed to be working. Having failed to stop accidents as they happened, and preventing them from happening in the first place, he had decided to to try and make sure that Anxiety would at least walk away from them uninjured.

To accomplish this, he had wrapped Anxiety in bubble wrap.

Thankfully the other side was such a deep sleeper, or he never would have been able to pull it off. So while the other had been snoozing away, Logan had wrapped his limbs, torso, and head in bubble wrap. he had left his eyes, mouth and nose uncovered though.

He took a minute to smile fondly at his still sleeping boyfriend. Anxiety was rather adorable like this. As if able to hear his thoughts, Anxiety grumbled a little in his sleep, his eye beginning to flutter. As he began to stir, his movements caused some the bubbles to pop, the sound of which seemed to rouse Anxiety faster.

He sat up and stared at his arms in confusion.

“…what?” he slurred, still half asleep.

Logan chuckled. “I’ll explain when you’re awake,” he promised. “Wait here, I’ll go and get breakfast.”

With that he ducked out of the room. he and made cinnamon roll french toast, one of Anxiety’s favorites. He hoped that the bribe of food would convince the other to keep the bubble wrap on.

When he came back into the room, Anxiety had gotten out of bed, and was staring at himself in the mirror and confusion.

“Logan,” he said, “Why am I covered in bubble wrap?”

Logan hesitated, setting the plates down. “I wanted to prevent you from getting hurt,” he said softly. “I know it seems ridiculous to you, but your propensity for getting injured is truly worrisome. So please, indulge me?”

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you,” Anxiety said, sounding resigned.

Logan nodded, feeling a bit hopeful. Would Anxiety actually agree?

“Fine,” the other grumbled. “I’ll do it. For today.”

Logan smiled. “Thank you,” he said, “Now come sit on the bed, I made French toast.”

Anxiety began to waddle over to him, but it was clear the the bubble wrap was encumbering his movements. Logan reached out to assist him, but before he could, Anxiety slipped and fell. Right into the edge of the bookcase.

Frustrated and worried, Logan pulled him up. “Any bruises?” he asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Maybe,” Anxiety winced. “Turns out bubble wrap doesn’t do much against sharp things.”

Logan frowned. It seemed this too had failed, and now he was out of ideas!

Seeing the distress on his face, Anxiety reached towards him.

“Hey babe, Logan” he said gently. “Don’t feel bad. It didn’t work, so what? I’m still okay.”

“I just hate seeing you injured,” Logan confessed, “Even in minor incidents such as this”

“Yeah, I know,” Anxiety said, “But you can’t prevent everything. And you know what, the only thing that really matters is that you’re here to help patch me up afterwords. Yeah?”

“I suppose,” Logan replied uncertainly.

“You know I’m right,” Anxiety said, no room for argument in his voice. “Now seriously, help me get out of this bubble wrap.”

As Logan began to untangle him, he turned Anxiety’s words over in his minds. Perhaps it didn’t matter if he couldn’t prevent every accident. Maybe it really was enough to be there to help with the aftermath.

Logan smiled to himself, as he and his now unwrapped boyfriend sat on the bed to eat their breakfast together. He would just have to make sure he was always there.

(He’d still be looking for solutions to Anxiety’s clumsiness though)

Big Bang Reactions - Thinking Your Missing

Kwon Jiyong

You hadn’t been answering your phone the entire day before, but it was okay at first because you both had busy schedules. He was used to having some days where you couldn’t talk. But still, it was unlike you to not shoot a text or something. So the next morning when he woke up and you still hadn’t responded to him, he was starting to freak out. He would call all the other members, your manager, your friends and the more “sorry I haven’t seen her” he got the more he got worried. 

“Jagi. please, please tell me your okay call me back.” 

When you finally did call him back a some hours later with the fantastic story of how your phone fell in the toilet. When you asked why he he looked so upset he told you about how worried he was. 

“Jagi I thought something happened to you. I’m just glad your Okay.”

Originally posted by jiyonggifs


Youngbae had finally finished the tour in Japan with the boys and had headed home excited to surprise you. He hadn’t told you the exact day he was coming home for this reason. So when he came home to find the house trashed and you not there he was instantly worried. He called your phone but there was no answer. Panicked he called Jiyong and told him about the state of the house and your disappearance. Jiyong immediately tells Youngbae to call the police. 

When he does however the police tell him that you were already at the police station. Youngbae rushed over to the station to find out that you had been robbed. You had been lucky enough to slip out of a window and take the car to the station. When you told him the story he just held you for a while hoary that you were alive. 

“That was so scary Jagi. I’m glad your okay.” 

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

Choi Seunghyun 

Seunghyun regretted the fight that you had both gotten into the moment you had walked out the door. He wanted to go after you but he knew that you both needed a moment to cool off. The argument was silly and pointless and he wanted to apologize as soon as it was over. 

He waited for a few hours and no return Seunghyun was starting to worry that he had been to rough on you. 

“Jagi, please call me back. I’m sorry. Really. It’s dark and I’m worried.”

When after another hour you didn’t return or respond to his message, he put on his shoes and headed outside to your favorite places. He had almost given up when he decided to stop by a cafe that you both visited often. 

“Jagi. I’m sorry please come back.”

He smiled happy when you took his hands. “I’m sorry too.”

Originally posted by onq-niel


Daesung had fallen asleep and woken up to an empty bed. He yawned lazily pouting because he was hoping to wake up to you. He figured you were downstairs and stumbled down them calling your name. When he searched the entire house and you weren’t there. He called you and you didn't answer and thats when he started to get worried. 

“Jagi! Where are you Jagiiii?” 

After another thirty minutes went by he was gnawing at his nails and calling everyone who might knew where you where. He was becoming slightly hysterical by the time he was on the phone with YoungBae.

Just as Youngbae was getting up to put his shoes on, the front door clicked open and you walked in food in hand. 

You explained that you went to get food for the both you and that your phone had died on the way back home.  The food almost got knocked over as he hugged you. 

“Don’t ever leave me again Jagi.”

Originally posted by y0226d


Seungri knew that it was normal to have a few days where you didn’t really talk due to how busy his schedule was. But when day three hit and he had a break he called you to find that your phone was off. Still he didn’t let it bother him because you both knew that each of you were doing concerts every night. That night though he still hadn’t gotten a response and the same with the next morning. 

He decided to call your management and the panic began to set in when they tell him that you hadn’t answered you phone because you were in the hospital from dehydration. When he finally made it to your room he almost burst out in tears as he saw you in your weakened state.

“Ahh Jagi. You have to take care of yourself.”

Originally posted by cheonjaes

Loyalties Pt. 2- Alexander Hamilton X Reader

request from anon: loyalties p. 2 omg

tw: cheating

“Alexander!” I smiled and he opened the door to our house. It was our last day that we were going to see each other for awhile and he had just come back from having dinner with Philip Schuyler and his daughters.

“Hi.” He said, not meeting my eyes.

“How did the dinner go?”

“Good… better than expected.”

“I have news for you as well and I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now because of the war but…”

“Hear what?”

“I’m pregnant.” I told him and I saw his face practically crumple. “I know it’s hardly ideal timing but… we could have a family.”

“We don’t even know if we are gonna survive this war. If I’m gonna survive it.”

“What are you asking me to do?”

“Nothing but… I am not throwing away my shot.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“I know I just…”

“I know it’s bad timing but where do we go from here?” I asked him and he frowned, looking down at my hands.

“I think you should go back to Samuel Seabury.” He said and I looked at him, extremely concerned.

“You can’t be serious?”

“You deserve someone who can take care of you.”

“You have taken care of me.”

“Look, if there is one thing that Samuel Seabury can do that I cannot is guarantee that you are happy.”

“He’s an idiot for believing the King’s lies, he can’t make me happy! I love you, Alex and you make me happy.” I argued and he looked at me tiredly.

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.”

“How can you say that?” I asked him, close to tears. He winced and he hugged me tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just-”

“You just what, Alexander? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“I met someone.”

“You… who?”

“Her name is Eliza Schuyler.”


“The winter ball.”

The last time he wrote to me it was two weeks ago and as much as I hated it, I was practically using all of my waking hours just to wait for his response.
Tonight though… tonight was different.
I read the letter over again, feeling my lips curl up.

“My dearest, Y/N

I hope that this letter finds you soon for I have so much to tell you. On January the 5th, a ball held for the soldiers will be hosted and I would love if you were to be my plus one to the event, seeing as how we are lovers.

I would love if you were to show up since these letters don’t do your voice justice, as I’m sure that the letters I write you don’t do justice either. I would also love the opportunity to finally introduce you to General Washington, someone who I have told you a lot about but I’m afraid me describing him as the only person who can calm me down doesn’t do justice to him either

My love, I can’t wait to see you again.

Yrs. Truly, A. Ham xx”

The night went by in a blur and I had only seen Alexander twice, once by Angelica Schuyler’s side and the other by Eliza Schuyler’s side. But I knew that he didn’t care for them and that he would make his way to my side evantually.

“I was there. I was there and I watched you fall in love with her… why the hell did you even bother inviting me to the stupid ball anyway?”

“I didn’t plan on things ending like this.”

“You didn't… you just grew bored of me… is that it?”


“I’m so sorry for Eliza. Truly because you can never be satisfied, can you? Goodbye Alexander.”

anonymous asked:

I love you ❤️❤️❤️ can you do one when they bring the baby home pleaseeeeee

i love u too, anon<3 and i looooved this prompt, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it xx

“we don’t have to leave yet if you aren’t ready” Emily told Ali again, who stood huddling herself in one of Emily’s old shark jumpers. Emily’s voice wobbled a little as she clutched to a soft teddy bear Caleb had bought over for the baby “we’re entitled to another 24 hours” Ali sighed, her eyes fixed on their son who slept soundly in the cot the hospital had provided for them. Shaking her head, she walked closer to her girlfriend, who happily took her in her arms. Her head rested on her chest as Emily stroked her hair softly, Ali exhaling deeply as she melted into her embrace.

“No” she muttered “I chose this life with you and I want to start living it” She said it with confidence, Emily holding her tighter as the words slipped out. “besides, isn’t your mum coming over to cook us dinner?” She pointed out, reaching up and lightly touching Emily’s lips with her own.

“Yeah” Emily remembered “she’s staying the night I think, she wants to help us with the first night shift” Ali feebly shook her head, still weak from giving birth less than 48 hours ago.

“We can’t ask her to do that” She said defiantly, though admittedly as she thought of the idea of her son’s grandma- one of her favourite people and best mothers she knew- being there to help them through the bumps and fears of the first night, she felt a lot more secure.

“You didn't” Emily said, her hands drifting to Ali’s arms as she pulled away “she’d be offended if we didn’t let her so there’s no point in arguing against it” A smile tugged at the corners of Alison’s lips, and she took Emily’s hand, directing them both to their sleeping son. Emily looked down at him dotingly, a goofy smile greeting her face as she reached her hand out, tracing her finger across his lightly rising and falling chest.

“He looks just like you” Ali noted, unable to keep her eyes off her girlfriend who’s eyes were fixed on her son.

“You think?” She asked, dragging her eyes away from him to look at Ali, grateful to see nothing but happiness radiating from her.
“Oh, completely” Ali said with a grin “he’s perfect” Emily blushed slightly, walking away to grab his bag and throw it over her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Emily said as Ali carefully lifted him out of his cot, feeling whole again as his head rested lightly in the gap of her elbow.

“Positive” She whispered, slowly walking over to Emily so she didn’t wake him. Together they walked through the halls of the hospital. He stirred occasionally at the beeping sounds and the creaks of doors opening, but otherwise stayed perfectly calm. As they reached the parking lot, Ali chuckled as she saw the sleek black Mercedes hatchback, attractive yet seemingly perfectly practical. Ali frowned, for a second wanting to get angry that Emily had spent such an obscene amount of money, and then realising that  there was physically no way she would’ve been able to afford this.

“Jase?” She asked inquisitively. Emily shook her head, biting her lip as she pulled open the door to reveal the car seat that had been installed a few days previously.

“Mona” She dropped the bomb, and Ali’s heart stopped for a second. “she dropped it off yesterday morning. I told her to come and meet him but she seemed to be in a bit of a rush” Ali could barely say anything, her mouth hung open in shock as Emily walked over and took the baby from her, placing him securely in the seat and pecking him lightly on the forehead.

Mona?” she repeated as Emily helped her into the passenger side, finding herself strapping her in and placing a kiss on her forehead, just as she had her son.  “Mona bought us a car?” Emily shut the door, pacing around to the other side and sliding onto the leather seat.

“Yeah, I know” She said, shocked at how easy it was to start the ignition, the car gliding across the lot as if it were dancing on ice. “she texted me telling me to meet her in the coffee shop and just handed me the key. No explanation” Ali frowned, suddenly becoming a little concerned that there was a chance there was something wrong with the car. “don’t worry” Emily said, reading her mind “Toby came and checked it out last night, he said it was fine” Ali settled after that confirmation, her head falling onto her shoulder. “You can sleep” Emily broke the silence “I’ll wake you up when we’re home” And, though she wanted to protest, she let her eyes droop shut, marvelling at how exhausted she still was. Emily drove, paying so much more attention than she ever had before now that she had not only one but two of the most precious and important things in her life trusting her hands at the wheel. Eventually, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled up in front of their house, utterly petrified but also cautiously excited to be home. For a moment she sat, appreciating the silence, before she moved to wake up Ali. She unplugged her seat belt, stretching her arm out and stroking the top of Ali’s hand, kissing her warmly on the cheek.

“Baby” she whispered into her ear “we’re home” Ali stirred under her touch, a small smile creeping onto her face. She pried open her eyes, thankful that Emily’s were the first thing she saw. Emily smiled as Ali became alert again, stretching around to the back set to check her son was still sleeping. He was.

“I missed you” Ali murmured, blushing. Emily frowned as they sat still for a little while longer, their last moments of peace before everything changed forever.

“I’m right here” Emily replied softly, taking her hand in hers and tracing circles on the back with her thumb.

“We can do this, can’t we?” Alison sought reassurance from the brunette, who’s forehead wrinkled with concern at her question.

“We don’t really have a choice any more, Ali” She teased, trying to put a smile back onto Ali’s face “but yes, we can do this” Ali sighed quietly, looking out through the wind shield until her eyes landed on the big oak tree to the side of the house.

“When he’s old enough we can get Caleb and Toby to build him a tree house” She imagined, a quaint smile appearing on her face that lit up her eyes. Emily pouted her lips.

“In case you don’t remember, I spent a summer building actual houses in Haiti” she teased “I think we can manage without the boys” Worry flickered across Ali’s face.

“I didn’t know that” She admitted. Emily smiled, trying to eradicate the guilt that was evident on Ali’s face. It was moments like that that made her recognise they had only been dating a few months- and they had gone years without even speaking. This was still very early days for the pair. They sat in silence for a little while longer.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” Emily said with a grin “and I love you. So much” Alison was practically glowing at the words, and when their eyes met Emily thought she would drown in the love she was greeted with.

“I love you too, Em. Always” She replied, her throat still a little croaky from weariness. Ali was the first to get out the car, waddling a little to get round to her son, unbuckling him carefully so she didn’t wake him up.

“You okay? I can take him?” Emily called from the other side of the drive as she grabbed the numerous bags of baby stuff. Ali nodded weakly, treading carefully across the gravel pathway as Emily unlocked the door and helped them inside.

“Welcome home, little one” Ali murmured into his ear as she kissed his mass of brown hair. Together they carried him upstairs, lying him down in his cot. They watched him drift back off to sleep, the sunset casting a golden hue across the nursery, and Emily took Ali’s hand, pulling her into her chest, kissing her softly on the lips.

“We’re home” She said, disbelief racing through her.

“Yeah” Ali said, grinning so much Emily was worried she would be in pain later “yeah, we’re home”


I remember getting my first American girl doll. I remember how much I loved her. When I went to my friends house; 4 years old, she and I would be the moms. We didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
When I was five I met a new friend. She had two mothers. My mom was close friends with both. I didn’t think anything of it besides the fact she had TWO moms ! How lucky

When I was 10 I heard the word “faggot” for the first time. I didn’t know what it meant but I knew I didn’t want to be called that.
By the time I was 13, I knew what that meant. And I hated myself for thinking a word like that could define who I was.
I took so much time hating myself… that I didn’t love myself.

I remember waking up sobbing when gay marriage was legalized. I thought, “I finally have a chance.”
I remember coming out shortly after then to my family. I was welcomed and supported. I don’t know why I hadn’t done it sooner.

I still don’t understand how people can look at any person of the LGBTQIA+ community and think that there is a problem in learning to love another person or in loving ones self.

this pride month is a reminder to me, that even after almost two years of being out, there is still so much I can do for the other people in this community.

I hope you all stay safe and have a gay time 🌈 you deserve so much love

Easter Special.

*Religious References*

Lance recalled Easter Sunday, or Domingo de Pascua, at his house as a time to be cheerful, and full of energy. A description that matched the boy perfectly.

If he were to be asked on a personal level, Lance would admit that Easter was his favorite holiday back on Earth.

More so than Christmas, Halloween, all of it.

Easter in the McClain household was that of a spectacle. Especially with as many kids running around as there were.

Lance could remember waking up Easter morning, bright and​ early. The little one would look out his window at the crack of dawn until nearly noon daring a glance for the rabbit that would bring his goodies.

He never caught sight of it, darn thing.

Lance would always be the first downstairs helping his Mama boil eggs for the large family to dye later.

He had never seen so many eggs in his lifetime. It was quite a sight.

The rest of his childhood Easter experience was pretty stereotypical. The prior Holy Week was spent on a vacation, and then on Sunday the Easter began.

Lance always really liked the fireworks and fiesta that followed. He had never understood religion, but knew that this was a holiday to celebrate Jesus’ Resurrection.

Now that he was in space, away from his biological family and with his ‘new’ one, Lance wanted nothing more than to be able to share this experience with them.

For all he could see, none of the other Paladins were aware that the holiday was upon them.

Lance was especially excited to introduce the holiday to Coran and Allura, who weren’t accustomed to such things.

And even if they were, they didn’t show any signs of knowing today was the day either.

Lance had been up all the next night, freezing space goo into egg shapes, making rabbit ears, and even had the mice dress up a little.

Lance had stashed some interesting space candies from a trip to the mall about a month ago.

He didn't​ mind sharing what he had left, just for this occasion.

The Paladin even had a little piece of chocolate from the Earth store, which he decided would be in a ‘Golden Egg’ sort of deal.

The boy was so excited, there was no sleep to be had. There was too much to do!

When morning came, Lance was exhausted. He hadn’t slept a wink, but was still able to maintain his energy.

He had hidden the little space goo eggs all throughout the castle, and had even devised a game with teams out of it.

Keith and Coran.

Allura and Hunk.

Shiro and Pidge.

The perfect, most unlikely teams.

It would bring everyone closer too, he hoped.

There would be a mouse assigned to each team, keeping everyone in check and dropping subtle hints here and there.

Whoever had the most eggs, or found the Golden Egg, by the end of half an hour would be deemed the winner.

Campeón Oficial de Pascua!

Lance was bubbling. To say the least.

As he started to hear his friends and teammates moving around in the castle, he decided it was time to let the festivities commence.

Fully dressed, Lance bolted from his room and to the dining area, full of energy and enthusiasm. Just like Lance.

Everyone was staring meekly into bowls of goo, or talking quietly with each other. Pidge was sleeping on her hand.

“Good morning, everyone!”

Shiro looked up, sighed, and offered the blue Paladin a small smirk. “Morning, Lance.”

Keith grumbled, casting the other a dirty look. “Seriously, how do you have so much energy this early in the morning? Did you find an equivalent to coffee in space?”

That interested ​the group, but only minorly.

“Nope! But I have so many fun things planned for this special holiday, that you all will be up and awake in no time!” Lance exclaimed.

Everyone gave each other a mutual look, before it was Hunk who spoke. “Lance, buddy. We all just woke up, we don’t want to play games. And, we’re a bit old for that don’t you think?”

Shiro and Pidge nodded in agreement.

Coran and Allura exchanged a look.

Lance glanced around at his friends, biting his tongue nervously for a moment. “Well, it’s not just a game. It’s a celebration. Didn’t you guys celebrate back in Earth with your families or friends?”

Pidge shook her head, “We didn’t celebrate random days for no reason. Especially not this early.”

The blue Paladin frowned further. They didn’t know what today was, did they?

“But it’s—”

He started to pull out the piece of parchment he had written the days plans on from his pocket. “I made a—”

Allura stood up, “Lance.”

He looked up quickly, blinking at the girl. “Yes, Princess​?” A flicker of hope was lit in his chest.

“We don’t have time for your silly games, celebration or not. Pick a day that’s more accustomed to everyone’s schedule, not just yours. Why don’t you go get yourself something to eat?”

Lance frowned, “But, Princess​, today is—”

“She’s saying shut up and leave, Lance.” Keith spat towards the boy, glaring.

No one defended Lance.

His enthusiasm was dropping drastically.

“I made plans, I stayed up all night. I—”

Lance started to take out the sheet, wanting to show it to the team. “Hunting, and… and dye—”

No one was listening. They’d started discussing plans for their plans to infiltrate the next enemy warship, another step in the defeat of Zarkon.

So none of them knew.

Lance bit his lip until he tasted crimson metal, not daring to blink because if he did the hurt that was welling in his eyes would be seen.

“Okay…. Okay …”

He gave everyone one last look, before slowly turning around and making his way back the way he had come.

Back to his room, where he would stay.

Lance caught sight of a little space goo egg on his way back, hidden around a corner.

The sight made a year escape, and he walked over to the thing and picked it up. It was starting to grow soft and melty.

It was an awful reminder, and it hurt him to stand here and hold this thing. What he had stayed up all night to create, to do for everyone.

And it was all thrown out to space.

He hurled the 'egg’ at the wall with a scream, watching as the goo splattered. He hated that stuff.

Lance’s day had been planned out, he had been so excited. This was going to be his one good day, his favorite day.

It was his one reminder of home.

His one reminder of the Earth he’d been forced to leave.

The others wouldn’t know it was Easter.

The others wouldn’t know all the planning and thought Lance had out into making this the best holiday away from home he could for the others.

But they’d simply brushed him off.

Keith had yelled at him.

'Shut up and leave.’

Lance felt a tightness in his chest, finally getting back to his room and sat in his bed.

This was the one familiar thing he could have.

He thought back to his childhood Easter again, thinking if everything they used to do together.

Dinner, Egg Dyeing, Fireworks.

Oh, Lance loved the fireworks.

Later that day, in the midst of battle, Lance flew Blue out from the rest of the crew. He shut her down.

Lance watched from Blues eyes, the explosions that erupted around him from defeated drones.

The sounds of his friends hunting down the tiny rovers like Easter eggs. The Golden Egg when the Galra ship exploded and blasted them all way.

Lance loved the fireworks.

lalalester  asked:

my friend hates justin foley. she's only on episode 12, but she hates him. she hates him because he didn't help jess, she hates him because he threatened to kill clay, and she hates him because he showed that picture. basically, she thinks he's a giant douchebag. i've tried explaining to her my views, but maybe a better writer like yourself will help me defend him. can you help me protect my boi justin foley?

I think the important part of loving Justin Foley is to understand that he is a bit of a douchebag. However, it’s also important that we look deeper into his life when we’re trying to understand why he did what he did.

We can’t really defend Justin’s actions, because he did make mistakes in the series, but we really need to understand what’s behind all these decisions that he made.

Let’s start with the photo. Justin presumably walked into the school that day with the intention of telling the boys his date with Hannah went well, we see that. Why did he want to do that? For the same reason he ended up lying and pulling out the photo- to please Bryce.

When it came to the photo actually being sent, it was Bryce. That doesn’t change the fact that Justin took the photo and showed his friends, but he wasn’t the one who shared it around the entire school.

Before I discuss the point of Jessica'a party, I just want to bring up another scene. When Bryce wakes Justin up for school in his pool house, and he makes a comment about how he can ‘take care’ of Seth. I personally interpreted that as he can have Seth killed or at the very least beaten.

So moving on to what Justin did at Jessica’s party. It was wrong. Justin should’ve done more to stop Bryce, but he didn’t. Everyone has a fight, flight, freeze response. Justin froze on that night, the same way that Hannah did.

Why? Because he knew what Bryce was capable of. As I mentioned above, he’d seen the threats Bryce gave other people and the power Bryce had, he knew what Bryce could do to both him and Jessica, and he froze. He knew that Bryce would never hesitate in doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, and Justin feared the repercussions of that, because he struggled in his life as it was.

Does that make it okay? No, it doesn’t. It’s just that it’s clearly how he reacted. What should’ve happened was that he continued trying to stop Bryce, or at the very least he went downstairs and tried something more, but he was scared.

Justin has been through a lot of trauma in his life, that of course is now going to affect how he reacts to certain people and situations. Justin didn’t want anything to happen to Jessica that night, but Justin has been belittled his whole life and clearly didn’t see himself having the power to help Jess, and he was clearly upset about that.

I don’t think Jess should’ve taken Justin back. I don’t think Justin was innocent. I do however think that we need to accept that even though he’s done shitty things, he’s also had shitty things done to him. There’s so much we don’t know about Justin, and it all probably comes together to control his life now.

As for him threatening Clay, so many other people did too. Clay had moments of disagreement with every other person in the show. Sure, they of course didn’t all threaten him, but they all had moments where they’d have given anything for Clay to just do what they wanted, Tony included (just nicer than the other kids of course).

Justin didn’t act alone when he threatened Clay. He wasn’t the only person who let Jessica down. He wasn’t the only person involved in sending Hannah’s picture.

I have some other posts on this page here x x x where I also write more about this, and there’s also some things my readers have sent in that explain their thoughts behind what Justin has done.

I hope this kind of helps 😊

Roommates (JB)

Request: May I ask for a scenario with JB? Where we all were granted a vacation by the company so GOT7 & I holiday-ed together. The members planned to force JB & I to share a room because we were the most awkward & then we both get know each other better.. Fluffy & smut pls!

Length: 2,598 words

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Rated: M

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Trapped by the Eyes of a Demon (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Could you do a feelsy Patrick imagine based in the young blood chronicles where the reader is already dating Patrick and she gets kidnapped as well and he ends up hurting her/almost killing her when he’s a demon?

“Maybe you shouldn’t go to work today” I say worriedly, scrunching my eyebrows in concern as I read over the newspaper. “Anti-Music Cult Threat Heightened - Musicians Gone Missing” screams out from the front page, along with pictures of a couple musicians who have gone missing recently, including Big Sean.

“I can’t just not go,” Patrick says from across my kitchen, “we’re right in the middle of an album”

“Patrick” I say in exasperation, waving the newspaper at him. He rolls his eyes with a smile.

“There’s nothing to worry about, babe I promise, we’re just going in the studio, we’re not going to get kidnapped by some crazy cult”

I just give him a pointed look. Sighing, he walks over and presses a kiss to my forehead “We’ll be okay I promise, but I gotta go”

I follow him to the door, kissing him goodbye. Halfway out the door, he stops, looking down at his shirt. “Do you think the guys will notice I’m wearing the same thing as yesterday?” he asks me.

“Probably not,” I say with a laugh, “but maybe bring a change of clothes next time you stay over?”

Patrick nods in agreement, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and heads out to his car. I watch as he gets in, and drives away , hoping that what he promised is true.


I hardly hear from Patrick all day, only a quick text at night, saying he got home but he’s exhausted so he’s gonna crash, and he’ll see me later. My worry finally fades with that text, and I fall asleep, no longer fearing for him or the guys.


I’m making coffee in the kitchen the next morning when my cell phone rings, and I look over to see it’s Pete. Pausing only to wonder why Pete is up so early, I answer. “Hey , Pete, what’s up?”

“(Y/N), thank god, is Patrick with you?” He asks frantically.

“No why?” I ask concerned.

“Shit!” Pete yells through the phone.

“Pete! What is going on? Isn’t he at home?” I ask, terrified for the answer.

“No he’s not. (Y/N), I think he was kidnapped, by the cult”

“No, no” I say slowly, “ He can’t have been, he made it home last night”

“No, no he didn't” Pete says angrily, “and I have proof”

“What is it?” I ask shocked.

“They… they, um” he hesitates.

“What Pete?” I yell, needing to know,

“They left a bag on my front door, and it, um, had his right hand in it” He says in a scared voice.

The image of Patrick’s hand and my own terror nearly cause me to throw up, but I force myself to stay calm. “Okay, well that means he’s still alive right?” I say, voice cracking, “So what do we do?”

“We have a plan to get him back. Meet Joe at the gas station on 7th in fifteen minutes okay?”

“Okay I’ll be there” I say determinedly.

“Okay, good, “I’ll see you soon. And (Y/N)?”


‘Be safe”

”You too Pete” I say, still trying to hide the fear in my voice, before I hang up.

I give myself thirty seconds to freak out before I move into action, throwing on some jeans and sneakers, and putting my hair up into a ponytail.

I run out of the house and hop into my car, ignoring all speed limit signs as I race to meet Joe in time. Luckily, I make it there, and as I pull into a spot, I see Joe. I get out and start to walk towards him, but something’s wrong. I see a woman in a mask, sneaking up behind him. I go to yell out to warn him, but once I open my mouth, someone slips a cloth over my mouth and blackness starts to overtake my vision.


When I wake up, I’m extremely disoriented, and tied down to a chair. I’m not sure where I am exactly, the room I’m in is almost completely dark, and I’m completely alone. I struggle against the ropes tying me, but they don’t budge. I decide to start by getting the gag out of my mouth, so I start using my tongue and my lips to try and force it out. What feels like hours later, I finally get it out, and I start to scream, desperately hoping someone can hear me. To my surprise, someone does. The door flies open and Pete stumbles in, slamming the door behind him.

“Pete!” I say in relief, but that dies in my throat when he moves closer. He looks terrible, eyes wide with fear and adrenaline, covered in blood, and badly injured by the looks of it.

“(Y/N), thank god you’re okay! I should never have gotten you involved” he says, rushing forward and working on the ropes.

“What’s going on Pete? Are you okay?” I ask as he pulls at the ropes.

“We’ve all been captured by that fucking cult,” Pete says angrily,”we’re in some kind of hideout of theirs or something, I’m pretty sure the others are here, we just need to find them”

“He finally pulls the ropes all the way off and I hug him tightly. “Okay, let’s go get them back” I say with determination, pulling away. He stares back with a hard look in his eyes and nods his head. We cautiously leave the room I was in, peering down the long dark hallway. We check every room we pass but most are locked, or empty. Finally, after narrowly avoiding one of the psychotic girls roaming the hallways, we hear music coming from behind a set of glass doors, and when we push them open, Patrick is strapped to a chair, surrounded by weird machines and radios. We rush up to him, trying to free him.

“Patrick, you’re okay!” I say rushing towards him. But when he whips his head around to look at me, it isn’t his normal beautiful eyes that stare back, but a harsh, evil yellow. I blanch looking at him.

“Patrick?” I ask quietly.

He does nothing but struggles against his straps.

“Pete. Something’s wrong with him” I say panicked.

“I know, but we need to get him out of here” He says, moving forward and shoving a hook onto Patrick’s hand - or where his hand used to be.

Patrick lets out a horrendous yell, but before I can react, I feel sharp prick on my neck, and the darkness takes over again.


This time when I wake up, I’m slumped in the corner of a room, hunched over on the cold tile. I struggle to rise up, the protest of my muscles and joints telling me I’ve been in this awkward position for a long time, probably hours. Painfully, I rise up from the floor, hand feeling at the pain throbbing in my forehead, only to discover a gash across it. Wincing in pain, I look around the room I’m in. Weirdly enough, it looks like a hospital exam room. I walk gingerly over to the cabinets on one wall, and rummage through them until I find a bandage to wrap my head. Finally, I walk over to my door, and peek out in the hallway. I slip into the hallway as quietly as possible, clutching the wall as I walk along, my head wound making everything hazy. I figure out that I’m definitely in a hospital- but it appears to be run down or abandoned for some reason. I see Andy and Pete run into a room, and I hurriedly go to follow them. I make it to the door, and through the window I see something that doesn’t immediately register. Pete and Andy stand closest to the door, staring at Patrick. Patrick’s face is the only one I can see, and it’s filled with horror as he looks down at someone lying on a chair next to him. But as I look over, it’s not a person, it’s a body, and it’s Joe. Terror coils in my gut as the scene hits me. In the corner of my eyes red and blue lights flash, but all I can do is stand and stare through the window, and I let out a single, choking sob, eyes filling with tears. Patrick hears and glances up, face crumpling even more when he sees me. Not two seconds pass before I feel hands grab my arms and pull me away.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re not getting away that easily” a voice snarls in my ear, and for the third time in two days, I fall into darkness.


This time, I don’t wake up hazy, or confused, or alone. Instead, I wake up screaming. The jagged edge of the knife drags along the skin on my chest, and I immediately try to pull away from the source of the pain, only to find that i’m once again tied to a chair.

“There she is” a woman sneers in front of me, “Sorry love, but I was beginning to think you would never wake up, also I was bored”

She pulls the knife away with a bored look in her face, and tosses it to the side. I remain silent, looking around, trying to figure out where I am. It looks like an ordinary office, except for the anti music symbols littering the walls. I flinch when I spot what looks like a hand floating in water on the desk. But it isn’t until I see the tattoo that I realize who’s hand it is. I blanch and look away, avoiding that and the insane woman in front of me.

“What do you want with me” I ask angrily, “I’ve done nothing to you”

“You’re right, darling,” the woman says, running a finger along my cheek, to my disgust, “you’re just here to see the show”

“What show?” I demand.

“Oh just wait, I think you’ll love it” she says with a smirk. Her smirk grows wider as we hear the sounds of crashing and shattering glass coming from outside this room almost as if something’s being destroyed. She grins wickedly, throws a wink at me, grabs a megaphone and stalks out of the room. I hear loud yelling and chanting coming from outside, but I still breath a sigh of relief because she’s gone. I glance down at my chest, the angry cut has finally stopped bleeding, but the cuts stings and burns if I move at all. The blood has run down and stained the front of my shirt and dripped onto my jeans, which are ripped and dirty anyway. Bruises color my arms and hands where I’ve been manhandled and dragged along in the last two day. But the worst of it all, is that there is absolutely no way to get out of these ropes by myself.

The crazed leader returns all too soon, and throws herself in her office chair triumphantly. Mere seconds later, a man is thrown into the room, and I let out a strangled gasp. Standing in front of the desk, beaten, bloodied, but alive, is Patrick. He turns towards me, and once again those poisonous yellow eyes look back angrily. Recognizing me, he simply cocks his head to the side, turning back towards the psychopath, who’s watching with fascination. For the next half hour, I watch in confusion and fear as she hands Patrick instruments, records, and other music related items. Every time I expect him to revolt, but every time he destroys it. Finally, apparently satisfied, the blonde woman hold her hand up to stop him.

“Only one more thing to destroy, my lovely little Patrick” she says with an evil smile, pointing towards me, “ and it’s your pretty little girlfriend”

I gasp as Patrick whips around to face me, yellow eyes fixing onto my face. An angel, hidden behind the eyes of a demon. Slowly, he stalks towards me, grabbing the knife off of the desk.

“Patrick, please, no” I beg, pulling against my ropes, “it’s me, (Y/N), please you don’t want to do this”

My begging has no affect on him, and he reaches towards me, harshly grabbing my left arm. Without any emotion whatsoever, he picks a spot right below the inside of my elbow, and begins cutting. Despite my initial hope to stay strong and silent, I can’t help but scream as the knife is dragged through my skin again and again . Right before I pass out from the pain, it stops. Patrick stands up, grinning sickeningly down at me, gloating. I brave a look down at my arm. Roughly carved into my skin is the very same anti music symbol that covers the walls. At the sight I begin crying tears, not only of pain, but of sorrow.

“Nice touch” the woman cackles, “but it’s time to finish her”

Patrick takes two last steps towards me, raising the knife.

“Wait!” I scream, successfully making him hesitate.

“Patrick this isn’t you! They’re trying to change you, to ruin you, but you can’t let them! Music is your entire life, it saved you and gave you purpose. You love it, and you love Andy, and Joe, and Pete, they’re your family now! And you love me!”  I plead with him, tears drowning my vision.” Please don’t do this”

I think I see his eyes flicker back to their original color, but I can’t tell if it was real, or if I just wanted to see it too badly.

Patrick stabs the knife into my thigh.

I let out a horrible scream, doubling over in pain, and Patrick shoves be back ripping out the knife, and holding it up again.

“Whatever happens Trick, this isn’t your fault, I don’t blame you, and I will always love you more than anything” I force out through the pain. He hesitates again.

“I love you Patrick, just don’t let them win” I plead, blackness flicking at the edge of my vision.

Patrick eyes flicker, and slowly the yellow fades.

“(Y/N)?” Patrick asks in horror, as the knife clatters to the ground.

“Don’t let them win” I whisper, before willingly letting the darkness take me.


I wake up slowly, and as I crack my eyes open, the light floods in, not darkness. I pry my eyes open to the hospital room around me, and immediately see Patrick sitting in a chair, staring out the window of the room.

“Patrick?” I ask hesitantly, voice cracking from my dry throat.

He turns around immediately, standing and rushing to the bed. He drops to his knees next to my bed, gingerly grabbing my hand, visibly blanching at the bandage wrapped around my arm. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry. The-the doctors, they didn’t know if you were ever gonna wake up, you lost so much blood and you had head trauma, and all of it, all of it was my fault” He sobs, head down on my bed.

My heart breaks for him, and I squeeze his hand. “Patrick look at me” I say softly, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine. I gasp and place my hand on his cheek. “Your eyes, they’re blue again” I say in utter relief, tears filling my eyes

Patrick nods silently. “It’s all over, (y/n), I promise. We didn’t let them win”

I smile at his words. “Good, because I meant what I said before, none of that was your fault, I don’t blame you for anything, because no matter what, I love you trick”

Tears brim in his eyes as he nods, visible relieved at my words. “I love you too (Y/N), more than anything”

We broken and we are bruised, but we’re safe and we’re together, and that’s all that matters.

Love You Goodbye (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by graphicparadize

Request:  hi!!i looove your writing soso much and i was wondering if you could do an Isaac imagine based on the song If I Could Fly or Love You Goodbye by 1D? thank u!!

Author’s Note: I don’t listen to One Direction so I had to look up both songs and see which one I felt more inspired by. Love You Goodbye was the one I chose. I’ve also realized that I like to write about the reader being a runner and the guy chasing after her when it comes to the relationship; I wanted to flip it in this regard.

He’s a piece of shit.

That’s what she repeats in her head like a mantra though her heart doesn’t quite believe it.

Isaac Lahey is a piece of shit for making her believe that they were so happy together and in love. He is a piece of shit for breaking up with her out of nowhere and then having the guts to return to school Monday morning smiling and holding hands with Allison. He’s a piece of shit for hurting her. He’s a piece of shit for making her cry.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that he still looked like the sun, and she looked like a creature that dragged its way from hell. She hadn’t slept in days, her eyes puffy and dark. Her pillow still smelled like him and it made her sob until sleep lured her into its clutches. Isaac was left unfazed as if their relationship didn’t mean anything for the past year.

The bottles of whiskey in her father’s stash started to dwindle. There was a bit of comfort in laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, swimming in a haze of alcohol. It made the ache of her heart go numb, but she was right back where she started once sobriety set in. She often found herself on the floor of her room after nights of drinking; other times, she went out doing who knows what before waking up in her bed with a throbbing headache.

And perhaps it was only a matter of time that she would find herself outside of Scott’s house in her drunken state.

“[Name]!” Isaac cries out when she pushes the bedroom door open. She shouldn’t have been there. She was drunk and still so raw but the whiskey made her want to see him, to talk to him, to touch him. Maybe she just wanted to hope that he would take her back.

But that sort of thing only happens when she’s asleep.

She knows he can smell the alcohol on her breath, ingraining itself in her skin. But it’s not the only reason why he holds her at arm’s distance when she tries to embrace him.

“I love you,” she almost wails, trying to bury her face in his chest. It’s pathetic, she thinks, to pine over a boy who broke her heart, drunk and almost delirious. But the alcohol pushes that out of her mind, and all she wants is to feel his lips against her, feel him inside her just one last time even if by the end of it all, he’s still no longer hers.


Please don’t say anything. Just…just kiss me.”

Isaac doesn’t move; his grip tightens on her arms and his face is torn between a stony expression and a frown. After a moment of silence, Isaac shakes his head. “No. You know we can’t do that anymore.”

“Why not? You’re the one who left me. Can’t you grant me this one last thing?”

“We just broke up. You’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight.”

She wrenches herself from his grasp. “I am thinking straight!” she lies; her mind is still swimming in whiskey. “And all I can think about is how much I miss you!” A sob escapes her throat as she reaches up to cup his cheek. Isaac doesn’t pull away this time. “I just want you one last time…”

This was in every sense wrong. But she didn’t care, ignoring the flash of Allison’s face in her mind. She leans in to kiss Isaac, and she thinks that he’s going to give in to her demands but Isaac grabs her, pushing her back to an arm’s length.

“Go home, [Name],” he says. There’s a hardness in his voice that seems to shatter her soul.

She’s a fool; a fool who made herself look even more foolish by thinking that she could have one more night with Isaac. With her cheeks hot and a cold chill through her body, she dragged her heavy body from the room. She made it home somehow and not even the whiskey could dull the agony pulsing through her veins.

Call Him

This small drabble oneshot thingie is dedicated to queenofsebaciel just because :3 I really hope this cheers you up a bit because you really deserve every bit of happiness! And that you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it down XD Ignore all possible mistakes because this little baby is unedited :/ ANYWAAAAAYS, read and enjoy!




“Ciel, you have to let me go, I have to go.”


“Baby, I have to catch the plane.”

At the mention of the plane, Ciel stiffened before tightening his arms around Sebastian’s neck as he buried his face in it, not willing to let go, “No…” Came the muffled answer.

Sebastian sighed as he held Ciel closer by the waist using his right hand, his left currently being busy holding his luggage, “You know I’m going to be back in four days, they’ll pass by in a flash.” He whispered in his younger boyfriend’s ear.

Ciel reluctantly relaxed his arms, he looked at Sebastian, still refusing to completely pull away, knowing that the moment he does that the older male would sprint and walk out the door behind him, “Fine… Just… Just..”

Sebastian hummed, waiting for his boyfriend to continue.

“Just be careful there…” The younger mumbled.

“Of course,” Sebastian kissed Ciel’s forehead before he started pulling away from the strong grasp.

“AND!” Ciel took a hold of Sebastian’s shirt the moment he felt him pulling away, “And… And.. Eat healthy!”

The older male chuckled and grasped Ciel’s small hand that was clutching his shirt for dear life, “I don’t need YOU telling me that, but I will.”

“ALSO!” Again, the same thing happened. Ciel looked at Sebastian while worrying his lower lip between his teeth before opening his mouth to speak, “Also s-sleep well, okay? And don’t stay up all night working.”

Crimson eyes looked at blue, to speak the truth, Sebastian was also quite worried about leaving Ciel alone, but business is business, he had to go, “I love you,” He said before kissing the younger male on the lips.

Almost instantly, Ciel stood on his tip toes and wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s neck, kissing back. Giving him lazy kisses, but passionate and full of love at the same time, Ciel felt Sebastian’s lips shape themselves after his. Feeling the warm breath come into his mouth made the younger shiver with pleasure. He noticed Sebastian’s lips parted more and so he parted his in a reflex. Ciel then drew him closer, feeling every inch of the older male’s body on his. 

Sebastian slowly pulled away, enjoying the view of how Ciel currently looked. Half lidded eyes, pink round cheeks, currently sucking air greedily, “I have to go,” He mumbled, not willing to ruin the mood.

Ciel nodded, but before Sebastian could leave he brought him down for another kiss then moved out of his way, “Goodbye,” Sad blue eyes watched the retreating figure, “I love you, too…” With that, he shut the door with a sigh and looked around. Without Sebastian here, the house looked fairly big, he honestly didn’t know what to do with his time.


To say that the rest of the day went by smoothly would be an understatement. First off, he got bored to death, then he got hungry and the dinner he tried to make was ruined, after that he broke a dish and cut his finger while trying to clean up the mess, and to top it all off, he couldn’t seem to sleep. No matter how much he twisted and turned, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep.

Sighing in defeat, Ciel got out of bed and decided to go for a walk to sooth his nerves; maybe after that he could sleep.

After 15 minutes of walking, Ciel found himself in front of his parents house, might as well go there… He sighed before knocking on the door. Once. Twice. And the doorbell thrice. Nothing. He sighed again, before he even had the chance to walk away an all too familiar person opened the door, “Tanaka!”

Said person looked worried, “Young master, are you okay? What brings you here at midnight?”

“W-well… I-I couldn’t sleep… Haha..” Ciel said as he smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.

Tanaka smiled and opened the door, welcoming his master, “Do come in, I’ll make you some warm milk with honey, just like old times.”

Ciel walked inside, his eyes darting from corner to corner, nothing looked out of place that’s for sure, leave it for Tanaka to be as organized as possible.


Even after Ciel drank the warm milk and lied down on his old comfy bed, sleep didn’t seem to come after him, so, again, he decided to go out for a walk ignoring his mother’s protests of it being so late and dangerous. He refused her offer for him to stay the night and walked out the house, aimlessly walking.

At least that was what he was supposed to do until he found himself standing in front of Alois’ house. Sighing again, he knocked on the door. Once. Twice. And the doorbell thrice. Nothing.  

Suddenly, the door swung open with a fuming blond, “STOP. KNOCKING. ON. THE. FUC- Oh Ciel, what can I do for you?” Alois’ menacing aura instantly turned into a friendly one, accompanied with a smile, once he noticed that the man who woke him up from his much needed beauty sleep was no stranger, but his close friend.

“I can’t seem to sleep.”

“Oh well then, do come in.” Making a way for his friend, Alois patted Ciel’s back once he entered the… Uhm… Loving home.

“So what seems to be the problem?” The blond asked as he handed his friend a cold bottle of water to drink then sat in front of him on the couch.

“I just told you, I can’t sleep!” Ciel replied, obviously the frustration from the lack of sleep started to seep through his calm facade.

“Aha… Well, did you ever stop to think if something’s missing?”

“What’s missing? Nothing is! It’s the same bed, with the same mattress, a warm blanket, and my favorite pillow, nothing seems to be missing!”

“Ah, I beg to differ, your Sebastian isn’t there.” Alois smirked once he noticed Ciel’s surprised look, as if he had a hard time believing his words.

“That’s absurd! So what if Sebastian isn’t there? It’s not like his presence will make any difference!”


“You know what? I’m going back home. Thanks for nothing.” Ciel mumbled as he stormed out of the house.

“You’re welcome!” Alois yelled with a happy smile on his face. Oh his friend was so easy to read sometimes.


All this walking and talking to friends and families deemed useless. After Ciel was done from Alois he went back home and called some friends and his aunt, maybe she could help, after all she is a doctor, but alas, nothing worked.

Ciel furrowed his eyebrows, as his pink tongue darted out of his mouth, all the while looking at his lit phone screen. Should he call her? Nah, he probably shouldn’t… But maybe she could hel- No, probably not… But what if-? Oh, to hell with it, he’s calling her.

He dialed the number then placed the phone by his ear, he silently hoped she won’t take long to answer. Not even 20 seconds later, he heard someone answer the call.

‘Ciel Vincent Phantomhive-’

Oh, well that certainly did not take long. Thank god she’s a light sleeper.

‘You better have a good god damn reason for waking me up at…. 3:00am- Ciel I swear if your reason isn’t good enough  you’re a dead man by tomorrow.’

“Hello to you too, Lizzy…”


Ciel sighed, damn he’s been sighing a lot, must be because of the lack of sleep, “I can’t sleep.”


“….” Ciel patiently waited for her to reply, silently hoping she currently wasn’t throwing a curse his way.

‘And you decided to call me why?’

“Because…. I can’t… Sleep?” The male could already feel the killing aura his cousin must be emitting at the moment.

'Instead of calling me and waking me up, why not call your boyfriend?’

“Because he might be working…”


“Well then, he must be sleeping!”


“OKAY, OKAY! I’m hanging up, sheesh.“ 

Oh great, his only possible savior decided to betray him and go back to sleep. Damned woman.

Blue eyes stared at the phone screen again, he was already missing Sebastian so bad. Maybe Alois was right, maybe he just missed Sebastian’s presence by his side. Summoning enough courage, Ciel dialed the number he now knows by heart and silently waited, nervously biting his lower lip.


At that moment, Ciel felt his heart stop beating. That voice, his voice, Sebastian’s voice, god he missed it too much. Oh, how he wished he could wrap himself around his older boyfriend.

'Ciel? Are you okay?’

At the mention of his name, Ciel realized that seconds ago he forgot to breathe. Brought out of his trance, he shook his head and cleared his throat before answering, “H-hi… Yes, I’m- I’m fine, I just… I miss you…”

'I miss you too, baby.’

Ciel lied on the bed, keeping the phone close to his ear, “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

'No,  I was just going to sleep.’

“Oh, then I’ll hang u-”

'Ciel it’s okay, I can talk for a while. So, is anything wrong?’

Said male shook his head as an answer, even though he knows that the other party cannot see him, “Uh.. No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”


Ciel heard him chuckle on the other line, just hearing Sebastian laugh brings that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

'Is my voice that comforting?’

Actually, for Ciel it was. He could already feel himself fall asleep and he barely spoke to the man, yet, “Hmmm…”

'Ciel, don’t fall asleep on me.

“I’m still awake…” He replied sleepily.


“Hey Sebastian?” The younger male snuggled deeper into Sebastian’s pillow, it gave him the feeling of safety especially since it has the older male’s smell all over it.


“I love you.”

'I love you too, Ciel.’

And that was the last thing he heard before the young man finally fell into deep slumber.

Four days later, Sebastian was back at home as promised, and Ciel clinged to him like his shadow. In addition to that, Sebastian was persistent on compensating for the lost time that they did not spend with together, in bed. And Ciel didn’t mind, not one bit, in fact, he was a willing participant. No one dared to question why Ciel couldn’t walk straight, or why was his neck was covered with angry red marks because they all knew, and believe me, they didn’t want to pry on that matter. Absolutely not.

signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'