i hope i haven't let any of you down with this

continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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dreamingpink  asked:

can i talk about Pearl for a second? bc even tho i haven't watched su in a while, this bothers me sm whenever i think about it. ever since rose's scabbard, i was so shocked at pearl for 100% willing to let steven die, and not helping him when he barely keeps himself from falling. i was really, really hoping pearl would improve in her behavior and apologize for her actions, so i didn't dislike her too much at the time. i gave her the benefit of the doubt. she hasn't changed much at all has she?

the glare alone she gives him was chilling to me,

what this glare said to me was just “i hate you you ruined my perfect world with your existence”

but that’s just my onion someone could read it a different way too ig but the inexcusable part is the next scene,where only after he plummets down after missing the ledge does she show any concern for his life (or roses gem oops) luckily Steven was able to grab on to the roots and save himself from DYING, but them she just LOOKS at him from the top of the island for like 2 seconds and goes back to crying about rose. Steven could have fallen at any point when he was climbing and pearl just, didn’t care?? she was facing the opposite direction of him on the other side of the island the next time we see her???

like wtf  the worst part was when he climbs up to the top and shes just like

“hm, so anyway do you have any of roses memories? :/”

and bombards us with never before seen interaction with rose and pearl it kinda feels like they’re dangling keys in front of the viewers face to distract us from how shitty pearl has been the whole episode and manipulate us into sympathizing with her or something.

idk this whole scene in a mess in retrospect. And to answer ur question no she hasn’t changed much, if anything shes gotten worse

yoongi; i will still love you tomorrow

❝as long as you don’t give up on yoongi, he won’t give up on you.
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Yoongi finds himself waking up to the noises in bed than the ones outside of the apartment. The night hasn’t even had the chance to die out yet, still basking in the sky with darkness and it makes the moon glow twice as bright with the stars scattered like glitter for such a beautiful masterpiece but… Yoongi can’t appreciate that now.

He turns his head to his side, cheek pressed to the pillow as his eyes stare at the back of your head. His thoughts are formulating past the haze of coming to wake, blinking past sleepiness and pushing down his needs of catching up on rest to focus on how you refuse to look at him. Remaining unmoving and with staggered breathing, Yoongi uses his voice and calls out for you. It sounds weird, almost foreign because he would’ve never expected to speak at this hour but with the blaring numbers of 3:21 blinking by the side, it’s a reminder he’s awake and yes, his mouth works.

Your name is being dissolved into the air and rattling gently against your eardrums. From one call after another, growing louder in desperation and falling pin drop quiet in the next, it makes your body flinch when cold fingertips slide underneath your nightshirt and over your hipbones. 

“I know you’re awake,”

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anonymous asked:

Hi B!! How have you been lovely?? I took a break from tumblr and fandom in general and I haven't read a fic in almost a month. Which one do you think I should read first? I'm excited to catch up :) thanks in advance!!! <3

Heya love ! Welcome back ! Here’s some fics you should read :)

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives. (60k)

- Them Butterflies , by @gaycousinlarry  : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again. (68k)

- I Walk the Line , by @a-writerwrites : Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field.  Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant.  Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.  What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him?  Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him. (55k)

- Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor : AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal by administering equal doses of love and laughter.(91k)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.  (76k)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.  (19k)

- Life Was a Song, You Came Along , by @rainbowninja​ : It’s embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them. It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.  Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.  (37k)

- It Had To Be You , by @fullonlarrie : A When Harry Met Sally AU.
Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye. During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.
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vanyhowwell  asked:

Hi! Can I just request a hc that RFA+V+ ??? know Vany from college or something but don't "recognise" her in the Chatroom and are really surprised seeing her at the party? So they're like "hey I know you haven't we met before?" Or "omg mc?!??!?" 😂 i think that could be quiet interesting! Thank you!

Interesting scenario! Hope you like these:) 


Let’s make this an AU where no drama happens. You plan the party successfully from the apartment. It’s held 11 days later at noon, and that’s the first time you met any of them.

Zen:

  • When he saw your picture in the chatroom, he thought you were vaguely familiar
  • But he kind of brushed it off when you guys started talking
  • You recognized his face as well
  • But you thought it was just because you’ve seen it online
  • He was popular after all
  • When you met in person, you start talking about your life before RFA
  • He asks where you lived before Rika’s apartment
  • You tell him the area and gives a weird face
  • Turns out you guys were neighbors before the whole ordeal
  • “So you were the one stealing my paper in the morning!” 
  • “But, MC, my face was on it!”

Yoosung:

  • You guys talked a lot outside of the chatroom
  • Turns out you had a lot of knowledge about games
  • Although there was something familiar about the way you spoke
  • Yoosung just thinks “It’s destiny! We’re connected.”
  • When you meet at the party, you come up to him and chuckle
  • “I’m pretty sure we’ve met before.” 
  • He’s confused
  • Wouldn’t he have remembered someone like you?
  • So you clear your voice and say “Would you also like to check out the new games coming in next week?” 
  • He finally recognizes you from the game shop down the street from his place
  • You used to work there and he visited often while his game addiction grew
  • Who knew you’d meet again a few months later?

Jaehee:

  • When you heard that Jaehee worked for Jumin, you thought the name sounded familiar
  • You realized C&R was the company you interned at back in college
  • You and Jaehee were supportive acquaintances as she was also interning there
  • When you heard about all the work she was putting in, you sympathized with her
  • You remembered the torture it could be sometimes
  • It was also the reason you pushed her so much to leave the company
  • You kept the fact that you’d known her before secret
  • When you met at the party, Jaehee recognized you right away
  • “You brought me extra coffee every day! I remember!”
  • She’s kind of beating herself for not recognizing you immediately

Jumin:

  • When he first spoke to you on the phone, he thought your voice sounded kind of familiar
  • But, he didn’t let it bug him
  • He always wondered how you knew so much about C&R and other business ordeals
  • At the party, someone asked where you worked before helping with the RFA
  • You mention that you were a secretary and assistant to some company nearby
  • Turns out it was a company that Jumin’s company owned
  • He had actually met you and interacted with you on more than one occasion
  • He apologized for not realizing who you were
  • You told him not to worry about it
  • But he started trying to remember whenever he interacted with other companies…even if it was a different department

            
Seven:

  • You two talked in the chatroom like old friends
  • Much to the chagrin of the others, you worked together really well
  • It was strange to everyone, even the both of you, that you had only just met
  • Until it came to the party and Jaehee asked Seven when and where he went to church last
  • When he mentions the one from when he was fifteen, you realize
  • You two went to the same church
  • Apparently, you sat next to each other and would exchange notes in the sermon
  • Thankfully for Seven, you didn’t mention anything about him coming alone or about his family life
  • You were closer after that

V:

  • When V first logged into the chatroom, it was a bit weird for you, but you tried to act cool
  • It turns out you and him went to college
  • You actually had some feelings for him
  • But then Rika came along and you backed off
  • When you met at the party, you tried not to act like you knew him
  • But it was the first time he heard your voice, and he recognized you
  • “MC….from college, right? You stopped contacting me.”
  • You chuckled and explained that you got busy
  • After that, he started to contact you more to catch up

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Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I’m just really excited about this one. Love u!

Word Count: 2,665

Pairing: Newt x reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.

The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.


“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”

“I have too much studying to do.”

You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”

Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”

“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.

“Fine. You win.”

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anonymous asked:

how jackson reacts to having to share a bed with you and you two haven't confessed yet? i really liked the yugyeom one!

​glad you liked the yugyeom one!!💞
I decided to just do one for all of them lmao, it’s a cute idea!!

got7 reaction: having to share a bed with you and you both haven’t confessed yet

Mark - He’d go crazy, his mind would just be swarming with thoughts about you and how cute and comfy you looked. He’d steal so many glances and definitely wouldn’t hesitate to hold you close, he couldn’t help it, the situation and cozy environment compelled him to. You wouldn’t think much of it since in your friendship Mark, it was the norm to hold each other and just cuddle. During the cuddling, so much would be going on his mind yet on the outside he’d look so chill as if sharing the same bed were no big deal to him because to him, it sort of isn’t a big deal since you two usually cuddle and share the same bed often yet he wouldn’t enjoy the moment any less. Mark would be so happy and giggly, showing how genuinely glad he was to be laying next to you.

Jaebum - He would sort of panic, the thought of having to share a bed with you made him insanely nervous. Jaebum knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he’d want to hold you and kiss you and maybe finally confess his feelings… which is why at first he’d be so persistent on sleeping on the floor. But of course you’d win the argument and next thing you know, Jaebum would be laying down right next you. He’d quickly grow awkward and then suddenly start to build a wall of pillows, “So you’re more comfortable.” He’d say. Yet when you shyly tell him that you don’t want the pillow wall and that you want, need, him to hold you since you’re afraid of the dark, he’d happily comply after some thinking. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, he’d be such a soft fluff and probably watch you sleep until he realizes that that’s a pretty creepy thing to do.

Jackson - He would be 101% nervous, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Being in such a soft and cozy environment would make him crave your physical touch. Jackson would be dying on the inside, desperately wanting to hold you close and just talk about everything. Yet he couldn’t just pull you close and snuggle up against you, so he merely kept on looking your way. A small sheepish smile on his lips, the air was slightly tense, “So… is it okay if I hold you?” He’d finally ask, no longer being able to keep to himself. A grand smile would become plastered on your lips, but you’d quickly try to calm it down, “Sure… I don’t mind.” Absolutely ecstatic, Jackson would pull you close and tell you to lay your head on his chest. The both of you would have furious blushes spread upon your cheeks and your cheeks would start to hurt due to your smiles. Jackson would then talk about everything… from his schedules, his stress, his hopes, and so much more. He’d also get you to talk about yourself because Jackson is so interested in you. It’d be safe to say that the both of you would get no sleep at night and would spend it by cuddling and talking.

Jinyoung - He would insist and be so persistent on sleeping on the floor and have you take the bed. He didn’t want to deal with the absurd amount of thoughts he’d get. Of him wanting to hold you and have you in his arms, he’d certainly let an “I love you.” slip out, he didn’t want to risk it. Yet when he saw the clear message amongst your eyes, that it was completely fine if he slept in the same bed as you, he couldn’t hold back the smile that’d form upon his plump lips. Jinyoung would lay next you, feeling absolutely calm and at bliss. He wouldn’t be nervous, he’d be too busy focusing on how happy he was to be next to you. You would be on your phone and Jinyoung would just be watching you with so much love filled in his eyes. He’d teasingly start poking your arm and your sides, next think you know the both of you were having a chaotic tickle war. You two would be laughing so hard and clutching your burning stomachs. Once the both of you calmed down, you’d chat for a bit about the simplest little things from books to favorite coffee drinks. Eventually you’d fall asleep and Jinyoung would be so in awe with how cute you looked, low key tempted to snap a few pictures but he ultimately decided against it. Still not sleepy, Jinyoung would stay up for a little bit longer to admire your beauty and gently drawing shapes on your arm before slipping into a deep sleep.

Youngjae - Would be super awkward and shy about the whole situation. He was of course glad that he’d be able to be so close next to you, the one he was completely head over heels in love with. Although he had the fear that he’d stare at you for too long and give away his feelings without properly confessing, the thought of it terrified him so he stayed quiet. For, what feels like, the longest time you two would just lay down there in absolute silence, thinking if one of you should say something. Youngjae wouldn’t know what to do, a part of him wanted to snuggle up close next to you yet another part of him wanted to abort and just sleep on the floor. Silence would linger in the air for far too long that you’d end up breaking it. You’d ease into conversation, asking him about work, if he was doing alright, and coco. Youngjae would gradually start to get less and less nervous, your sweet voice easily making his nerves falter. He’d then open up and slowly creep closer and closer to you until the both of you are messily tangled upon each other, your legs intertwined and you snuggled up to his side, just giggling and enjoying each other’s company. Soon enough you’d both fall asleep, snuggled closely together.

BamBam - Would feel like the luckiest boy alive to be in this situation. Him being next to you, the one he was so deeply in love with, in bed and being able to steal glances at you anytime he wanted? It was bliss for him. BamBam would be super giggly, not being able to contain his happiness and the heart eyes he’d have would be painfully obvious. He would desperately want to confess to you and pour out his feelings, but BamBam knew better than to confess like this. He wanted to confess properly through a date, not by laying next to you and randomly confessing. He would crave your warmth and touch to which why he’d slyly try to snuggle up to you and would ask if there’s anything you need to sleep, “So can you fall asleep easily or do you need something to hold onto? You could always hold onto me…” BamBam would just want to be against you and enjoy your softness and warmth. So when you told him that you did in fact needed to snuggle with something to sleep, he gladly accepted and pulled you into his warm arms. The both of you would laugh over the little stories you two shared while holding onto each other, your smiles so grand. He’d be playing with your hair while you drew shapes onto his sides, resulting with him giggling every few seconds. The night would seem to pass by so quickly due to how much you two enjoyed each other’s company.

Yugyeom - This boy wouldn’t be able to sleep!! Once Yugyeom knew the situation that there was only one bed, he’d offer to sleep on the floor while you take the bed, but you weren’t having it! You insisted that the both of you share the bed, trying to play it off that it was no big deal. Yugyeom would finally agree, but he’d be super nervous. He would be blushing furiously and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling!!! He’d be paranoid that you’d be able to hear his heart beating super fast and he’d be up the whole night. Yugyeom would also want to snuggle up against you and hold you, to just have you in his arms so he can fall asleep, but he’d be too shy to ask. He would shyly glance over at you from time to time and just watch you sleep peacefully, because wow he’s in love with you so much and a part of him wanted to wake you up to confess. Yet, he simply stayed in bed and stayed awake the whole night stuck in his thoughts about you.

Ease - Part 17

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.1k (sorry)

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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It became a habit, checking your phone every few minutes to see if there was a text, if there was a missed call. But every time, there would be nothing. Then that same old bitter feeling settled in your stomach, and it became harder and harder to focus on the essay you were writing. Eventually, you gave up and sat back, staring at the paper but not quite seeing it.

It was the day of the competition: the day you’d been waiting for for months, but it wasn’t going quite how you’d imagined it back then. Instead of getting ready excitedly with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi, you were sat in your room tearing your hair out at the memory of Taehyung walking away from you with a betrayed look in his eyes. You’d told Jungkook what had happened, and how Taehyung’s parting words and the lack of communication confirmed that he’d dropped out of the dance, and Jungkook didn’t seem at all surprised.

“He can sulk for a long time,” he had explained, wincing as he walked into his kitchen, his ankle still causing him pain. “After so many years of knowing him, hasn’t he ever done that before?”

You had said he hadn’t, because when you fought, it never lasted long. Over the years, you’d relied on his forgiving nature, but this time was different. He knew how much this dance meant to you and Jungkook, so if he was willing to let it all fall through, he was seriously hurt. You didn’t blame him.

Yoongi had texted you that morning, asking whether Taehyung had given in and if you would be performing, and your eyes stung slightly as you typed out a simple no. You hadn’t forgiven yourself for what happened, so you didn’t expect Taehyung to either. For the past couple of nights, you’d eaten your way through several tubs of ice cream in front of the TV, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates crept around you, not disturbing your binge and letting you eat your feelings away. However, on the day of the competition, it didn’t seem to be working, so you sat down to get some work done. Which also wasn’t working.

You had no energy left in you to win Taehyung round. Deep down, you knew keeping that secret from him would hurt in the long run, but you didn’t realise how much it would hurt. Everything seemed so futile, and it left you feeling empty. You had to force yourself to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, but your mind never once strayed from Taehyung.

As you stared out of your window at the cloudless sky, your phone began vibrating angrily against the wooden desk. It flashed up with a name, and your heart sunk when you realised it wasn’t Taehyung. It was your mother.

“Hey,” you answered, switching to English.

Y/N! You haven’t called recently, is everything okay?” came her chirpy yet slightly worried voice.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed, eyeing the bin that was full of empty ice cream tubs. “How’s home? Did you get the money I sent you?”

“I did, thank you. It’s all been sorted with the rent, so don’t you worry about that. You’ve done us a massive favour. Thank you, Y/N, honestly. But I was mainly calling about something else. I wanted to ask you about Taehyung…”

You took in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever idea she’d come up with. Usually she’d ask you to invite him to some family outing that she’d spontaneously planned, whether it be a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip in town. Excuses popped into your head to get out of asking Taehyung without arousing suspicion as your mother continued talking.

“It was quite strange. I was making a quick trip to the market to pick up some groceries, and I could’ve sworn I saw Taehyung walk past. So I called out his name, just to be sure, and he turned and looked around. He didn’t see me, but it meant I could see his face and it was definitely him. Has something happened in his family? Surely he’s missing classes by coming home.”

“What?” you asked flatly, standing up suddenly and sending your chair clattering to the floor. The door to Yeona and Mijung’s room opposite you opened, but you ignored it. “He’s in Daegu?”

“I saw his mum, but of course, I didn’t want to be insensitive so I just asked if Taehyung had some time off. She said he hadn’t, and I didn’t push her any further than that. Plus, I don’t speak enough Korean to ask anything else. Tae looked really sad, too, bless him.”

“He’s in Daegu,” you repeated hollowly, just as your bedroom door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Yeona.

“Can you keep-”

“I’ve got to go,” you said down the phone, cutting off Yeona’s attempt at a scolding.

Not looking her in the eye, you brushed past Yeona as you hurried towards the front door, your mind in turmoil. Was it really that bad that Taehyung had to go home? Or was it something else? You had no idea, but you were certain that either Jin, Namjoon or Jungkook did.

Really, all you needed to do was send a text to Taehyung’s housemates, but you didn’t want to stick around to be told off by Yeona, and you weren’t doing anything else productive, so you began pacing it towards Taehyung’s house in the hot spring morning.


Taehyung’s house was loud with noise when you arrived, as they were all singing along to a song playing on Jungkook’s phone. Jimin standing in the mix, which took you aback slightly as he danced next to Jungkook and sang his heart out.

“Jimin,” you said bluntly, catching his attention. His face split into a grin as he ruffled his silver hair, but you couldn’t understand why he was there and Taehyung wasn’t, so your smile back was weak. “Where’s Taehyung?” you asked him.

Jimin just shrugged, so you turned the question onto the other boys. Jungkook paused the music so you could be heard properly, resulting in a few grumbles from the others. After repeating yourself, however, you were met with silence.

“Taehyung? I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” said Jin finally, beginning to frown.

“Nor me,” added Namjoon. “Although I heard him bashing around in his room for a bit, but nothing else. We thought he was with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide as he realised something was up. It was such an innocent look that you understood why he got away with annoying Namjoon so often.

“Taehyung’s gone home,” you explained sadly, hoping against all hopes that you weren’t the sole reason for his unexplained departure. “He found out that I knew about Yeji.”

“Knew what about Yeji?” asked Jin quizzically, the same confused expression on his face as Namjoon. “Wait, is this to do with the thing that you kept from him? When he told you he liked you before you met us in the park?”

Slowly and hesitatingly, you explained the whole situation, with the help of Jungkook and Jimin. You watched as Namjoon and Jin’s faces turned from confused to angry to sorrowfully understanding as you talked, your burdens lifting off your chest as you did so. It was shameful describing what you did, especially to your friends who had always been so kind and considerate . Jungkook and Jimin also looked embarrassed, as they too had kept the same thing from Taehyung, but there was no doubt in your mind it was your responsibility. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend.

“… and now because of that, Taehyung’s gone back to Daegu and I can’t compete in the dance competition,” you finished, looking around at the others and waiting for them to say ‘it’s your own fault’ or ‘what’s done is done’. Because it was true: there was nothing else you could do.

Strangely, however, Namjoon seemed to believe differently. “Well, you need to go bring him back for the competition.”

You just blinked several times, not quite expecting that response. “I need to do what?”

“I’m not seeing all your hard work go down the drain, just because of some silly misunderstanding,” declared Namjoon. “I understand why Taehyung was mad, but it’s plain unfair to ruin this for you. I say drive down to Daegu, apologise, and tell him to get his ass back to Seoul.”

Laughing at the absurdness of it all, you shook your head. “If he’s upset enough to go home and miss classes, then he’s not going to come back if I simply say sorry. Plus, I can’t drive.”

“Jin does.”

“It’s broken down,” mumbled Jin, his face downcast. “Why do you think I’ve been looking after Jungkook? I’m not doing this out of kindness, you know.”

“How about… train!” Namjoon called out triumphantly.

Again, you shook your head. “Too expensive. I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I was just coming to check if there was another reason that he might’ve left, but I guess not. I’ll see you guys later.”

Walking towards the front door, you almost made it to the handle before a hand on your shoulder pulled you back. Wheeling around, you saw Namjoon standing right behind you, his dark eyes pitiful as he smiled softly.

“Don’t give up, okay?”

Looking down at your shoes, you tried not to let your face go red. “Namjoon, it’s too late. I’m tired of chasing him.”

He just chuckled lightly, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before letting go and walking away backwards. “It’s never too late to fight for something,” he said, turning around and leaving you standing there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do next.


Going back to your house, you walked into the main sitting area and almost burst into tears then and there. Instead, you gulped heavily to rid the stone from your throat and sank down onto one of the sofas, cuddling a cushion in your lap. How could you fight for a lost cause?

“Y/N! It’s your turn to do the-” Jiwon paused as she saw your stricken face, not knowing how to react. You didn’t bother looking in her direction, as your mind was elsewhere and you couldn’t be bothered to bring it back. Instead, you let her slowly remove her body from her bedroom and tentatively move towards you, her slippers dragging on the wooden floor.

“Is everything okay?” she asked quietly in a high-pitched tone.

When you didn’t respond, she disappeared for a minute, but returned with reinforcements. Before you knew what was happening, all three girls were sitting around you, eyebrows upturned in worry.

“You’ve been acting really weird recently,” commented Mijung bluntly, her ponytails jiggling about furiously as she fidgeted about next to you. “What’s the matter?”

That’s all it took for you to completely spill everything. For so long, you’d been keeping things to yourself and suffering quietly, but you were on a roll. For the second time that day, you told your secrets. You told them all about Taehyung, about how you fell in love over the years, about the dance competition, and all the way up to how you messed up by keeping too many secrets. It felt wrong at first, as your housemates were the last people you thought you’d tell about anything, but eventually you were glad you did. Mijung wrapped her arms around your shoulders while Yeona and Jiwon mothered you with blankets, as well as making sympathetic noises and offering their support.

“We had no idea,” muttered Yeona. She seemed genuinely distressed, which contradicted her usual grumpy aura. Although you had been told it was because she worked so hard, your opinion of the older girl never changed until that moment.

“So, you fancy Taehyung, and he was going to dance with you, but he’s gone back to Daegu because you upset him,” stated Mijung, summarising your points, “and you can’t fetch him and bring him back to Seoul because you can’t drive. Right?”

“Why don’t you text him?” asked Jiwon.

“He’s ignoring them. I don’t think it’s something you can sort out over text, anyway,” you sniffled.

“I can drive.”

Your hanging head lifted to look at Jiwon, mouth falling open slightly.

“I was in a similar situation with my boyfriend,” she explained, fiddling with the corner of a cushion. “I kept secrets because I was scared he would judge me if he found out. It almost ruined things completely.”

“You’d be willing to drive down to Daegu for me?” you spluttered incredulously.

“This will be so fun!” squealed Mijung, clapping her hands. “Road trip!” Standing up, she hurried to her room, but Yeona and Jiwon didn’t question it. You wondered if they ever bothered questioning Mijung’s actions.

“But you… don’t like me?”

“Nonsense,” Yeona laughed loudly. “Sure, you’re noisy, but you’re not so bad. Us housemates have got to stick together, right? And if Y/N’s in a time of need, then it’s our duty to help out.”

“It’s a long drive,” you argued, not quite believing your luck.

“How long will it take to drive?” Yeona asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“About three hours,” you responded, quickly glancing at Jiwon to see if she was frowning or not. Luckily, she nodded, and internally you cheered.

This was really happening, you thought to yourself. At the start of the year, you never would’ve thought that your housemates were willing to make an impromptu road trip to the other side of the country, just so you could participate in a dance competition. Scratch that, you wouldn’t have even thought that would ever happen an hour ago.

“We’ve got to plan this out,” instructed Yeona, immediately taking charge. “If we leave now, we’ll make it by mid-afternoon, leaving Y/N… not very long to win round Taehyung. By the time we get back to Seoul, the show would just be starting, if Y/N’s quick.”

“Sounds good to me!” cheered Mijung, coming back from her room with a crate of food. “I’ve got the provisions.”

“How…” began Jiwon, trailing off as she stared at the pile of snacks and drink cans that Mijung was struggling to carry, her small frame leaning backwards slightly to support the mound of food. Turning back to Yeona, she added, “We’ll be cutting it fine, won’t we?”

Yeona nodded. “Y/N, you’re going to have to be quick. Jiwon, you need to push the speed limits where you can, because if you’re late for shows like this, they don’t let you perform at all. They’re really strict on schedules.”

Adrenaline filled your body as you realised what you were about to do. Could you make it? The excitement pumped in your blood at the thought of dancing with Taehyung on stage, but it was a distant dream. If you didn’t have long to talk, you might not be able to convince him at all, and you didn’t want to waste people’s time by driving down to Daegu for nothing. But you wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook proud. After messing with his emotions for so long, it was the least you could do for him.

The girls began packing up the car while Yeona gave out strict orders on directions if there was traffic. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing they were going out of their way to help you. It was strange how their personalities began to show, too. For so long, you’d assumed that both Jiwon and Yeona were crabby and snarky, and Mijung was slightly crazy, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out differently. Jiwon was slightly nervous, but seemed extremely intelligent, Yeona was a natural leader, as she was calm and in control, and Mijung was a devotee for food and seemed to have a positive outlook on absolutely everything. Your spirits were lifting by the second, knowing that your housemates weren’t completely heartless, and that you might still have a shot at the competition. And a shot at fixing things with Taehyung.

This might solve everything, or could be a complete disaster.

And you hoped and prayed it was the first.


An hour later, you were driving down the highway, Yeona sorting out timings and Mijung with you in the back asking you endless questions about Taehyung. The car was a mess already, with sweet wrappers everywhere and a strong smell of vanilla wafting through the air, despite the air con being on full blast. There was also a sticky residue near your feet, which you believed was Mijung’s fault, as during a two minute pit stop her drink went from full to almost empty, but she denied the accusations. Despite the litter crunching under your shoes, it was quite comfortable sinking back into the chair and letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window.

“Basically, you both like each other, and neither of you knew for years?” she asked, sucking on a lollipop that turned her lips blue.

“He was subtle about it,” you explained. “It was only when my friend pointed it out, I realised. I don’t know, I guess I just thought he was being friendly.”

“I wish you’d told us sooner. I would’ve immediately told you he was flirting. I have a romantic eye” said Mijung proudly.

You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to become friends, but more because of the rudeness and constant scolding you received had put you off. Although they were never your dream housemates, and they were nothing compared to what Taehyung had, but they were helping you do something that was completely insane, and you were eternally grateful.

Eventually, a couple of hours later, the buildings started becoming familiar as you reached the outskirts of Daegu, and you began directing Jiwon towards your house. You passed fields and small farms, all of which brought you nostalgia of the times where everything was so much simpler. A time when there was no heartbreak, no confusion, no secrets. High school was extremely stressful, as you were working well into the night just to get a good grade, so even though you’d never go back, you still missed how your life was back then.

“What are you going to say to him?” Mijung asked softly, as if she knew you were growing more and more nervous as you drew closer.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes out of the window and watching the trees and bushes flash by. “I guess sorry would be a start.”

“Don’t panic,” she reassured. “If he really loves you, he’ll let you in.”

Something told you she wasn’t talking literally.

we should leave our lovers 

so that we can choose each other (x)

Time allotted: Two days on Firealpaca

And now for a problematic Kustard fic!! :D 

It’s not a happy one.
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No Harm, No Foul

Tags: character death, language 

“c’mon red,” the skeleton pleaded, tugging him closer. “please! he’ll be back any minute!”

“but–we–i can’t just leave’im!”

“i’m gonna take you somewhere better, red. you’ll never have to hurt again!”

“sans, he’s my brother! i won’t go where he can’t follow!”

“red! he’s hurt you so many times! what makes you think he cares–”

“won’t you listen for a goddamm minute?!” The gold-toothed skeleton stood his ground. Rain poured around them. Sans stared at his hardened eye lights. Shit. “my bro has been good to me buddy. you have no right to just whisk me away to stars-knows-where like some romantic sap!” Sans’s grip tightened slightly around his slackened phalanges. Red jerked them away. “i ain’t goin’ with ya sans,” he said firmly. “and you can’t make me.”

The frown on Sans’s face lowered slightly then became a grin.

“what makes you think you have a choice?” Red’s brow ridge furrowed at the change of tone.

“sans what the hell.” The hoodie clad skeleton only laughed hollowly.

“i was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but here we are.” His grin became a smirk as his left eyelight flared more yellow than blue. “now are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” Red backed away. His phalanges grabbed for his collar while his other hand drew near his chest.

“you–ya can’t do this sans!” he yelled over the rain. “you can’t take me from him!” Sans suddenly looked bored. And tired. Phalanges lightly covered his unseeing eye.

“don’t you get it red? i can,” he declared, “and i will. whether you like it or not.”

“no!” Red’s fists clenched and unleashed a flurry of red magic around him. “if you think you can just steal me away like a sack of G you’re wrong sans.” Sockets narrowed and what he spat out next actually hurt Sans’s feelings. “i was wrong bout you too ya’know. you’re no better than my brother.” Enraged, Sans threw blunt bones at him. Large enough to bruise and maybe knock out, but nothing sharp no. He wanted him intact. He wanted him alive.

“if you’re going to compare me to that manipulative bastard, then so be it,” he growled. The hoodie-clad skeleton really wanted to just knock him the fuck out and drag him to his universe, but Red was willful and less of a pushover than Sans. He’d never let his guard down now. Not after he betrayed him like that.

“if anyone’s a manipulative bastard, it’s you sans!” Red magic glowed from his metacarpals. “you’ve lied to me!” A blast billowed toward the skeleton in blue, but he had the sense to dodge. “about you, your brother–your universe! haven’t you!” The magic surrounding him attacked faster, and the blue hooded skeleton was starting to have trouble keeping up. Sans didn’t know Red had it in him. “and the worst lie you’ve ever told?” Multiple Gaster Blasters materialized as his eyelights fiercely glowed red. “was when you told me you loved me.”

Sans eye lights shrank as he was caught in the blasts. Red couldn’t hear him now through the dust.

“i’ve always loved you, red.”




So he didn’t convince him this time. Sans shrugged as he stared at the Select Screen in front of him.  The ominous Continue and Reset that he’d seen many times before glowered over him. Distal phalanges twitched over the yellow S. He’ll just try again in the next reset.

In the Mist - Chapter 4

Read previous parts here

New Beginnings
Sussex, Virginia
29th March 1858

The North Star can always be found among the millions of other tiny specks of light, its presence just a little bit greater than the rest. It’s a fixed point in the sky; never moving, never fading. The stars are a map of light; and people trusted it to guide them, should they lose their way.

Claire. Sorcha; her name literally meant light. He laid there, staring up at the ceiling as if he were gazing at the stars.

She was his North Star.

He had been lost for so long, never knowing what he wanted, or even deserved. He was a broken man who was surviving, but never living. He had lost his home and his family: everything that mattered. He didn’t care where he ended up or what happened to him. What did he have left?

Then one morning, he woke to find her face hovering over his, the one that tore him from the torment that lived in his dreams.

Before that, he was trapped in the dark, no light to guide him out.

But She was the light.

He couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to, his heart beating erratically in his chest and his stomach dissolving into thousands of butterfly wings. There was nothing except her.

And it had only been two days.

Two days.

Forty-eight hours, and he would never be the same.


It had been a year, but everything was as vivid as if it had happened the day before.

I was afraid that when I opened my eyes I would still be in that room, and that this was the dream.

Though it might as well have been a dream; my body was free, but I was not.

The physical wounds had healed and faded, but emotionally, they festered; refusing to heal.

I thought I had escaped, but truthfully, I never really left.


The tavern was rarely ever closed–they needed every penny they could get just to keep the place running. It was a sanctuary, a place that gave people second chances. So many people relied on it not only for financial income, but because for some, their lives depended on it.

But today was one of the rare ones.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, only blue. It was a day that finally felt like spring. Flowers began to blossom, trees began to bloom, grass was beginning to turn green again; the world was alive.

The girls took advantage of the break and nice weather, finally free to be themselves. The world was at their feet; they had their entire lives ahead of them; the possibilities were endless.

Jamie couldn’t help but smile, seeing the utter joy in their faces as they savored the light of a new day.

But none of them were Claire.


As he mounted the top of the stairs, he could hear the shuffling of footsteps coming from Claire’s room. It was just past noon, and it became clear to him that he hadn’t seen her since the night before.

He stood outside her door, trying to decide whether or not to interfere, or leave her be.

Then he heard… crying?

And before he knew it, his knuckles were pounding against the dark expanse of the wood, announcing his presence.

He heard a sharp intake of breath and then… nothing.

“Claire?”

Silence.

“Claire?” He tried again. “Are ye alright?”

Silent footfalls and then the door opened just enough so that she could peer through the opening.

It was obvious that she had been crying, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were red; lashes still wet with tears.

She swiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and cleared her throat. “Y-yes, Jamie?”

She had tried to sound strong, and look it, but her voice wavered and trembled as the words left her mouth. Additionally, her face was transparent: the pain bright as day, as though he was looking through a window into her very soul.

He felt an ache in his chest, his heart practically breaking as he looked at her. What had happened to make her feel like this?

“What’s wrong, lass?” His eyes searched hers, looking for a way in.

Let me help, mo nighean donn. Please.

Her brows furrowed and she turned her gaze to the floor, so that he couldn’t see her face. She nodded, opening the door further to let him in.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Claire sat at the edge of the bed, her knees tucked up beneath her chin with her head bent in such a way that the dark waves of her hair hid her face from view.

Jamie stood a few feet from the door, shifting from foot to foot; unsure of what to say while silent sobs wracked through her body.

Cautiously, he stepped towards her before sitting beside her, the mattress shifting beneath his weight.

He fought with himself, debating whether he should just sit there and wait for her to speak, or to listen to his heart and wrap his arms around her and hold her until she stopped crying.

But she was in nothing but her shift, and being here in this room–alone–with her would certainly ruin her reputation and everything that she had built.

She was upset and vulnerable, and he could so easily take advantage of that.

His jaw clenched in decision and he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. The dam broke and the tears ran freely, nothing to hold them back. She couldn’t remember the last time she let herself feel so freely: a way in which she did not hide every little thing she felt. The walls of her fortress came crashing to the ground, leaving her naked and exposed.

Jamie held her tighter to him, her head resting against his shoulder, staining his shirt with tears.

“Shhh, mo nighean donn. I’m here. I willna harm ye.” He whispered into the clouds of her hair before gently kissing the top of her head.

They sat that way for a long time, until her breathing slowed and tears no longer flooded her eyes. His left hand laid flat against her back, his fingers moving in soothing circles as he held her. It was almost as if he was shielding her from harm–he would let it all land solely on himself if it spared her the pain.

Slowly, she raised her head so that she was looking directly at him, their faces only inches apart. Then she was leaning towards him, and he towards her, as if some outside force were pushing them together.

Their lips met, and the rest of the world melted away: along with every painful memory, every broken dream, every ounce of wariness disintegrated until nothing was left, but them. Only them.

They lost themselves in each other and, for a moment–just a moment, there was hope: that she would be okay, in the end. That the future would be brighter than the one that was so greedily taken from her. That she could be the person she had eventually lost sight of.

And then it was gone; the kiss ended abruptly as she jumped back and stood in front of him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Jamie looked at her, his brows knitted together in confusion. Had he done something wrong?

She backed away until her back hit the wall, her chest heaving as her breathing picked up again.

“I’m sorry…” She whispered, and then she was on the floor.

She turned her head away from him and bit her lip in an attempt to keep the sobs from escaping. She wouldn’t look at him–couldn’t. Jamie stood and started towards her, one hand extended in front of him as if he were trying to calm a spooked horse. Kneeling in front of her, he placed his hand to rest on her shoulder. She flinched away from his touch, scooting further into the corner.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt ye.”

He paused for a moment, giving her the chance to respond. When she didn’t, he continued.

“Ye can tell me what’s wrong, Claire. I promise, I won’t – I will not - judge you. Whatever ye tell me will never leave this room, I swear it. Let me help ye, mo ghraidh.”

She turned to face him, a river of fresh tears streaming down her face.

“If I tell you–” She clenched her jaw, trying to rein in her emotions.

“If I tell you,” She tried again, this time gaining her composure. “You will never look at me the same.” Her eyes shifted to look sharply into his. It was clear to him that whatever her situation entailed, it was serious.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and murmured, “Tell me.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the images so clear in her head.  

“My real name is Claire Beauchamp, and you’re one of the only people left to know that. Here, I go by Julia Lambert, for reasons you will soon understand.” The tears stopped flowing from her eyes, and her face was stone, void of any emotion. She didn’t look directly at him, but instead at the space next to him, as if he had disappeared and she was bearing her soul to the empty confines of the room.

“I was raised by my parents, Henry and Julia, not too far from here. My father loved my mother and I deeply, and he never thought himself superior to women.” A faint smile appeared as she remembered her childhood, but it quickly faded. “I suppose that our views were very different from other families, and I’m grateful for that.”

She licked her lips before she spoke again. “They died when I was six. Everything I knew had been ripped out from under me, and the happy little girl I used to be went with them.”

She glanced at Jamie as she said this, her face didn’t need to express anything; it was all there– in her eyes. Looking away again, she continued.

“Uncle Lamb was the only family I had left–he raised me for the remainder of my childhood despite the fact that I had stopped being a child the minute my parents died. But living with him wasn’t much different than with my parents: their values and beliefs remained one in the same.”

“He respected me the same way that my father did. He taught me to stand up for what I believed in and to chase after what I wanted. He used to say, ‘If you can dream it, squirt, you can be it.’ And so I did. I wanted to be a nurse, to help people. I could do for others what I couldn’t for my parents. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a smile creeping onto her face.

“I loved being a nurse,” she said. The smile faded as she exhaled. “Uncle Lamb eventually became ill, and there was nothing I could do to save him. He was all I had; it was because of him that I had a roof over my head and that I believed in myself. But between the both of us, we barely had enough to keep that. So when he died, I knew I would’ve been forced out onto the streets.” She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what came next.

“So he arranged a marriage.” She opened her eyes but shifted her gaze to the floor, her hands clutching the thin fabric of her shift so that her knuckles turned white. “To a soldier.”

“Johnathan. Wolverton. Randall,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Jamie’s ears pricked at the name, his eyes wide as he stared at her.

“Did ye say Randall?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She turned her attention toward him, her eyebrows knitted together as she gazed at him. “Do you know him?”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to remember, his usual calm blue eyes turning to ice as he stared at his hands. “Aye,” he murmured, his voice deep–hard.  “Aye, I ken the man well.”

Claire crawled towards him, taking his large hand in hers.

“So you know what he’s capable of?“ Her attention was fully on him, her mind returning fully to the present.

Jamie’s face hardened as he looked up at her, into those deep, swirling pools of whiskey. He nodded, his thoughts grimly imagining what he could have done to her.

He brought his other hand to grasp their joined ones, squeezing as he spoke. “Did he hurt ye?” He was no longer looking at her, he couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine what he had done to her, this amazing, perfect, woman.

She swallowed, “Yes.” Her voice was flat, Jamie knew him. Then realization dawned on her; What had Randall done to him?

She squeezed his hand in return. “Did he hurt you?”

Jamie could only nod, his mind no longer in the room with her. Instead, he was back inside the walls of Wentworth prison, his hands chained to a post as the whip came down onto his back with such force, such fury.

Her hand came to cup his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “He’s gone, Jamie. He’s not here. He can’t hurt us now.”

She never imagined herself saying those words, because to her, Randall was still very much here.

She crawled closer to him, so that she was practically sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. All she could do was hold him, and him her.

And they sat that way for a long time, struggling to rid themselves of the same man that had single-handedly broken them both.

  • Ruby: Man, I never thought Weiss would be the jealous type. *Ruby said to Blake as the two walked down the streets of Vale together.* At least not when it came to me and Penny.
  • Blake: In all fairness, despite what Weiss may say, You are her best friend and now that you are spending more time with Penny since you two started dating she feels left out. *Blake pointed out, remembering how Weiss's voice could be heard from Ruby's scroll along the entire café they were at.*
  • Ruby: Whaaaa? I Spread tons of time with Weiss. Sometimes even against my will. *Ruby said before letting out a sigh.* Sigh, I'm kinda envy you and Yang.
  • Blake: Envy us? Why? *Blake asked rising an eyebrow at her young friend.*
  • Ruby: You two never get jealous of others when you hang out with other people. That is so awesome!
  • Blake: Hahaha, Ruby. It's not that impressive. Yang and I just trust eachother and know that we don't have any reasons to become jealous. Though Yang can be a bit overprotect when people can't take no for an answer. *Blake laughing, Smiling a bit with her last statement as Ruby puts her hands together as if she was praying*
  • Ruby: Rest in piece Drunken birdy faunus guy. At least Yang made you fly. Huh? *Ruby suddenly stopped looking across the street.* Oh speaking of my sis. There she is. How is she with though. *Ruby pointed out, squinting her eyes to try to recognize the people she is with.*
  • Blake: *Blake Stopped and followed Ruby's gaze to indeed see her girlfriend sitting at an outside bar with a few people.* Oh yeah. Yang said she be hanging out with some old friends. *She thought to herself as a smile slowly formed on her face at the site of Yang's laughing face before Ruby said something at immediately caught her attention.*
  • Ruby: HAH! That's Ico! Oh my god I haven't seen him in years! *Ruby gasped with a giddy smile.*
  • Blake: Ico? *Blake asked trying to figure out which one of Yang's friends she was talking.*
  • Ruby: *Ruby stared at Blake for a second before lightly palming her forehead.* Oh right. You never met him. *Ruby then pointed to the a the guy with hyena ears and hairstyle talking to Yang making her laugh.* That's Ico. The Hyena Faunus. We used to hang out all the time. He ways told the best joke and is kinda the reason why Yang makes such bad puns.
  • Blake: Ah. I see. I guess we should thank you him for that. *Blake said with a bit of sarcasm, watching The other Faunus lean towards Yang, brushing some of her hair away t whisper something in her ear, surprising Blake that Yang would allow him to do so only to be more surprised and shocked with Yang blushes and laughs harder as she joking shoves him.* They seem... Close. How could you two never mentioned him.
  • Ruby: Oh Well. It's only been like four or three and half years since He and Yang broke up and he moved to Vacuo to Shade Academy. I guess it never came up.
  • Blake: Oh I see. I'm surprise he didn't come to the vi-Wait WHAT!? *Blake began innocently before whipping her head around toward Ruby so fast she could have got whiplash, a shocked expression covering her face.*
  • Ruby: *It was at this moment Ruby knew. She fucked up.* Oh, uh, Yeaaaaah. Yang and Ico... Kinda... dated...
  • Blake: So you mean that guy, *Blake said pointing to Ico, who is laughing patting Yang's lap after Yang told a joke, making the cat faunus grit her teeth.* Is Yang's Ex?
  • Ruby: Uuuuuuuuh... Yes? *Ruby quietly muttered pocking her fingers together.* B-but it was a mutual break up! They weren't even that serious.
  • Blake: Oh... Okay then. As long it wasn't a bad break up and it was seirous. *Blake mutter, feeling ridiculous for feeling worried as she watches Ico place his arm around Yang's shoulder and he leaned over to to tip glasses with the girl next to Yang.* Is he always that clingy though? *she asked with a frown.*
  • Ruby: Oh yeah. At least they are at a bar and have their shirts on. Hehe, Man Dad was piiiiiishit. *Ruby laugh before realizing what she said and tried to stop Blake was her sister's girlfriend quickly marched across the street.* Blake! BLAKE! WAIT!
  • ~~~
  • Yang: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Man, Ico. That was hilarious. Hahahahaha!*Yang laughed as she banged her fist against the bar, Wiping a tear out of her eye.* Hehehe, Oh boy. Seriously though. I can't believe your wife let you do that. *She said hand her ex back his scroll.*
  • Ico: Hehehe, Oh she focken loved it. And it got her rock hard to later at night as you can see. Hahaha. *Ico Smirked looking at the pic of him and his wife on a muddy bike with a very noticeable bulge under Ico's wife bathing suit, taking a swig of his beer.* Mmm, So what about ye, ya sun dragon? Hey you managed to hook a keeper yet?
  • Yang: Oh I hope so. *Yang smiled dreamily.* I'm dating my partner and best friend, Blake. She is the best. She is so beautiful and has the cuuuutest kitty ears. Oh ahhaha And whenever she is annoyed she-
  • Ico: She star looking like at grumpcat.
  • Yang: Yeah... How did you?
  • Ico: Because I think she coming towards us wit yar sis lass. *Ico pointed behind Yang as he took another swig of his beer.*
  • Yang: Huh? Oh Hey BlakMMM? *Yang Yang started to greet after turning to see her girlfriend before she took hold of her cheek and pulled her into a heated passionate kiss, Moaning slightly as Blake's hand ran through her hair to pull her closer to deepen the kiss with her tongue.*
  • Ruby: Ew gross... Hey Ico. *Ruby frowned then smiled to her old friend.*
  • Ico: Wassup Rosey. You got taller. *Ico greeted back giving Ruby a quick hug as they watched Blake make out with Yang.* Yar sis scored big I see.
  • Ruby: Yeah She isn't normally like this.
  • Blake: *It was then Blake pulled away leaving a dazed, panting, blushing, and seemingly fainting Yang to lean against she.* Hello. I'm Blake. Yang's GIRLFRIEND.
  • Ico: Yea. Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Ico. Ya mind teaching me how to do that to me wife? Yar anniversary is coming up and i like to get the same efect on her. *Ico greeted back with a smirk as he pointed to Yang and laughed as Blake started to blush with an embarrassment.*
  • Blake: Your... wife... Oh god.
  • Ruby: Jealous is a funny thing ain't it.
  • Blake: Shut uMM!? *Blake tried to say before Yang pulled her into the same kiss and then lifted her up and headed out the door.*
  • Yang: Ihavetogo.ItwasniceseeyaIco.BYE!
  • Ico: Cheers *He smiled raising his glass before Looking At ruby with a serious look.* Are ya allowed in here?
  • Ruby: Yep and after seeing that I'm going need a drink.
  • Ico: A pint for the young las to wash away the site of har sistor gitting lucky, Please!

anonymous asked:

Captain Swan: 26

Um… this got away from me. Okay. Sorry. Happy belated Valentine’s Day, nonny.

(also anxiety inducing because a) i haven’t written fic in almost two years, and b) i’ve never written captain swan before, but i hope you liked it! this is way longer than a drabble… oops?)


“I got you a present.”

Emma turns to him, the floorboards of the Jolly creaking gently under her weight, brow quirked. “Present? I thought we agreed on no presents.” She raises his flask and takes a sip of rum, feeling the dark liquor burn smoothly down her throat.

“Aye, we did, love,” Killian nods, a small smirk appearing on his features. “But I promise this is only a small gesture. A token of my appreciation, I suppose. It isn’t even related to the holiday.”

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On my own.- CH

“Was still getting used to being on my own.” He croaks out.

His eyes are drowning in yours and you are sure your legs are going to fail you any second. Two years since you had last laid eyes on him and yet here you are, outside the small bakery you would frequently visit with him. 

You know the line he just spoke, you would know the line anywhere. The line from the song he wrote for you when things had turned sour. The line from the song that put his band on the map worldwide, breaking down barriers that were seen impossible. The line from the song that filled arenas twice as fast and eventually stadiums.

You don’t have time to respond before you feel a familiar hand around your waist and a kiss planted on your forehead, the look of instant pain is painted across Calum’s face and yet you don’t feel any sympathy. He knew you had moved on, he knew you had started to build your life back and you knew he had as well. At first, you had watched from the sidelines as the girl with the wild hair and tattoo’s appeared next to him in pictures, being wary of her intentions and motives but time had told all she wanted was his heart.

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anonymous asked:

I really want to get back into the habit of writing every day. I mean---I do; I write for my homework, I write in a medical journal, I write rants that I never show anyone else... But I want to get back into writing stories. There's this novel that's been sitting in the back of my brain for months, and I haven't got it on paper yet. I love seeing your little updates of how much you've written each day, but do you have any tips on how to motivate myself and get into the habit of doing the same?

I do! And honestly, posting those little updates is one of them. Nine times out of ten I’m the only one reading them, but posting one every day gives me an extra little kick to get my writing in, especially if I’m not getting started until late in the evening and I’m already about to burn out. Because if I don’t, I have to admit my failure to the internet, and nobody wants to do that. So that’s one idea: make yourself publicly accountable. (Tumblr is just one way to do it, and you’re welcome to jump on the what I wrote today tag if you think that would help!) But this is part of a larger point about making progress, which is that you have a much greater incentive to make progress if you can see that you’re making progress. 

Let me expand: Writing a novel is a long, long commitment. If you have traditional publishing in mind, you’re talking literally three to five years from start to finish. If not traditional publishing, you’re still talking at least a year or two if you have any hopes of producing something truly good that won’t mortify you down the road. That’s daunting. The easiest way I’ve found to get motivated and stay motivated is to have a plan and stick to it. This doesn’t just mean planning to write 500 words or whatever every day, because that’s not enough structure. What I’m talking about is a comprehensive game plan which takes every part of the process into account, all the way from outline to a polished MS. So sit down with a calendar in front of you and ask yourself what amount of time you think you need to get a first draft down on paper. It’s going to depend on how long you think the finished book will probably be, how much time you have to write every day, how your personal outlining process works, and so on. Then set goals, or checkpoints. Maybe you want to have a finished outline by April 1st. Maybe then you can expect to write 1,000 words a day and have your first five chapters by the beginning of May. I don’t know; this is something you have to figure out for yourself. But what’s crucial, in my experience, is having that concrete plan. This is for two reasons: (1) it’s much less daunting to sit down and work  each day if you know exactly what you have to accomplish that day to stay on track and (2) when you do it this way you have tangible proof that yes, you are making progress. And that’s huge. Nothing motivates me to keep writing like the knowledge that every day I’m getting closer to having a finished first draft in my hands.

Now, how you choose to go about doing this is something I can’t really tell you, because everybody’s creative process is different. Personally I know that my first drafts usually come in a little over 100,000 words, but that’s not the only factor. You have to budget time for research, reading (if you’re not reading you have no business writing), and all your other daily obligations. So for me, right now, working with a completed outline, the magic quotient is around 750 words a day on average. For you it may be totally different. You have to find what works. The good news is, there are a lot of tools out there to help you. Here are just a few you can find on this blog:

  • Writer’s Toolbox: A whole bunch of apps and software and freeware to help you write. Find that here
  • Outlining tips: If you’re totally overwhelmed by the concept of outlines and don’t understand how they’re going to help you, I’ve proselytized about that at length here
  • Time management: If you know what you have to write but you’re having trouble staying focused, you’ll find help for that here and here.
  • Motivation: If you’re having trouble staying motivated even after this lengthy post, there’s more advice about that here.
  • General writing advice: You’ll find all that and a bag of chips right here.

I know this is a lot. But writing is one of those things that requires a lot of trial and error and, yes, time. Hopefully some of this, if you take the time to read it, will actually help you to be more productive in the long run. 

Of course, if you have any questions about anything I’ve said here or elsewhere, don’t hesitate to hit the inbox again!

Impatient

SPN Prompt Challenge | hunterangelkisses
January 2017 (Emotions)
Prompt: Patience
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 4,596
Tags: fluff, angst for like a second, brief and mild smut, alternate universe, strangers to friends to lovers, first kiss, 5+1 things, time skips, wedding, adoption

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I.

“C’mon, Charlie, I’ll race ya!”

Dean took off from his front porch as soon as his mom had placed a quick kiss to the top of his head, running through their yard toward the street corner as fast as he could. He was almost there when he turned to see if Charlie Bradbury, his next-door neighbor and best friend since they were toddlers, was catching up. She was one of the fastest runners in their grade and even with his head start, she wouldn’t have much trouble beating him. Charlie was still several feet behind him though, and Dean had just turned forward again when he hit something – hard.

Dean fell to the ground with a thump, wincing at the sharp pain in his backside. He heard his mom call to him, asking if he was okay, but he was distracted by what he’d run into – or rather, who. Because there, splayed out on the ground in front of him, was a dark-haired boy he’d never seen before, wiping grass off his hands and reaching over to pick up the book he’d apparently dropped.

“Who are you?” Dean asked curiously.

The boy turned his gaze to Dean, who was distracted for a second by his eyes – which were brilliantly, brightly blue. “I’m Castiel,” the boy said, climbing to his feet. He held out a hand to pull Dean up just as Charlie, Dean’s mom, and another woman Dean had never seen before reached them.

“Are you two all right?” Mary asked the boys, swiping a bit of dirt from Dean’s arm.

“We’re fine,” Dean said, picking up his backpack from where it had fallen behind him. “Sorry I ran into you,” he said to Castiel, who gave him an easy smile back.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I wasn’t looking anyway.”

“This is why you shouldn’t read while you walk, Castiel,” the other woman admonished, but her tone was more amused than anything.

“And you, Dean,” Mary said, “need to remember that not everything is a race.”

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anonymous asked:

my birthday's tomorrow and i was just wondering if you've done MC birthday headcanons. if you haven't it's fine :)

Happy Birthday sweetie! Since anon is kinda funky and I don’t know when exactly you sent this, I hope you have/had a wonderful, bright, shiny day! With gifts and cake and smiles!

(I’m working on another for Jumin as a separate request, and I’ll write some for the minor trio upon request)


Yoosung

  • Tries to plan a surprise party for MC
  • He accidentally leaves things lying around so MC totally knows it’s coming but doesn’t say anything
  • Most of her friends know she knows, but she still plays along to make Yoosung feel good
  • It’s a ton of fun, and once everyone goes home for the night, MC suggests they have a little fun-
  • -with just the two of them….
  • They end up playing LOLOL two hours while he “lets” MC win because it’s her birthday
  • he’s not salty, what?

Jaehee

  • She sets up a whole day for MC to pamper herself
  • Like, she sets up a massage, a facial, a mani-pedi, and hair appointment
  • You bet there’s a hot tub or mud bath mixed in there somewhere
  • The only reason MC agrees to go on this relaxation day is because Jaehee agreed to go with her
  • They spend the whole day relaxing and pampering themselves
  • MC even forces Jaehee to leave her phone behind so that they don’t have any distractions
  • That evening, Jaehee (unlike Yoosung) manages to pull off a big surprise birthday party
  • MC says it was probably her best birthday ever

Zen

  • Okay, seriously, he was super bummed when they both had to work on MC’s birthday
  • MC insists that it’s fine, but the next time they get a day off, Zen takes her out to dinner at a nice restaurant
  • After dinner, he takes MC on a nice quiet stroll in the park
  • Then drops down on one knee and proposes
  • The engagement ring totally has her birthstone (probably a garnet for you, right anon?)
  • He’d wanted to propose on her actual birthday, but they both ended up busy, so he held off until they had some quality time to do it
  • Of course the answer is yes, and she kisses him a ton (even if they need to go get the ring resized because it’s a little too large)

Saeyoung

  • PARTY BASH!!! WHOOOO!!!!
  • He wouldn’t throw a big, party, though
  • Don’t get me wrong, it’d be crazy, but it would be the RFA, her immediately family, and closest friends
  • There’s a tiered cake, party games, challenges, and punishment games for losers of the challengers
  • Saeyoung even gets a piñata in the shape of the head of that one person MC really hates
  • In the end, he would probably give MC a pair of kittens for her birthday (both fluffy little black kittens from the same litter)
  • MC probably starts laughing after she finished gushing because she realizes that this is why Zen has been sneezing like crazy the whole party
  • Everyone gets a bag of party favors to go home with, which includes a bag of HBC and a can of Ph.D Pepper Yoosung tries to take five

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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