i love how i look like a monkey that wants to climb the tree

The Fun Process of Imprinting

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

IMAGINE: You are the adopted child of the Cullens and you learn the hard way you are Paul Lahote’s imprint.


“You coming Y/N?” One of your brothers yells at you.

Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to your friends and turn around. Your third oldest brother smiled as you made your way over to him and the rest of your siblings.

“You guys are really impatient, you know that right?” You tease Emmett, softly slugging his arm. His wife, rather, one of your sisters, grabbed you by the hand and led you into the car.

“Carlisle wants to see us right away. Esme called us and said it was an emergency.”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together as you pile into the family’s car. Alice starts up the vehicle as the rest of you try not to worry about what your father wanted to talk to you guys about.

“It’s probably nothing,” Jasper tried to soothe you. 

Your emotions were coming off strong as you tried suppressing your fear. He leaned across Emmett (Both of your sisters sat in the front as Rosalie called shotgun!) and took your hand in his.

Despite him having problems with blood and humans, your brother taught himself to familiarize your scent ever since you were a child. It didn’t affect him as bad as Bella did or the others did.

Seeing that you were still stressing out, Jasper began to manipulate your emotions until you felt calmer. Sending him a smile, you nod your head in thanks.

“Let’s see how much trouble we’re in now,” Emmett muttered as Alice pulled into the driveway of the house.

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Parents didn’t always read the orientation material.

There were a few, every year.  They insisted on helping the new students move into the dorms.  They sent boxes from home, full of cookies or brownies or favorite munchies.  They called frequently (it wasn’t safe.  Letters were safer, e-mail was safer, even texts were safer, but calls not so much.)  They begged for pictures, for visits, and sometimes they accidentally-on-purpose “just happened to be in the area”.

The staff tried to deal with parents.  Oh how they tried.  Usually it worked.  The Gentry almost never kept parents.

But some… some parents never left.

She had taken piano lessons when she was younger.  Her parents approved:  that was a womanly decorative thing to do.  She had never played sports, because that wasn’t a womanly decorative thing.  She wore dresses.  She took ballet, she sang, she painted. Her parents told her every day in every way who they thought she should be, and she tried, she really did.

She was tired of not being good enough.  

She applied to Elsewhere, and got a full music scholarship, and carefully out of sight in the shower she sobbed with relief and fear.  Her parents loved her, they really did, they told her so.  The disappointment at her, the silent treatment, the confinement and not being allowed out with her friends… well, they were just trying to protect her, right?  They didn’t know the bubble wrap they tried to put around her was smothering her.  

She read the orientation paperwork, every single scrap.  She wanted to do everything right, because the thought of doing it wrong terrified her.  Even the strange stuff, maybe especially the strange stuff, because everything in life was a test, another opportunity to disappoint.

“As an environmentally-conscious measure, Elsewhere University’s campus is not set up to allow automobile traffic.  For those students who need transportation help, there are staff with golf carts available, as well as a series of campus shuttles that make regular stops.  Bicycles are available for rent by the hour, the week, or the semester.  Skateboards and skates are permitted but proper safety gear must be worn.”

Father was angry when campus security wouldn’t let him drive straight to her dorm.  She trembled.  Always, when Father was angry, somehow either she or Mother paid.  He fumed while waiting for a golf cart, he clenched his jaw when the staff member driving the golf cart refused to simply step aside and hand over the keys, he was elaborately careful when helping load her things after being refused a campus map.

Her dorm was a solid brick building, a pleasant generic institutional place.  Father insisted on carrying her things up to her room, on the second floor.  "So I know where my little girl will be,“ he said. His anger cooled a little with the exertion, down to its usual simmer.

It only took a few trips to get all of her things upstairs.  Father insisted on a hug, just on the edge of being painful as his hugs always were.  She endured it, because trying to get away always earned a lecture.  "I love you so much, you’ll always be my little girl, you are a disappointment because you don’t love me as much as I love you, but I will forgive you because I am better than you.”

“Elsewhere University wishes to be the beginning of a new life for every student.  We ask that students choose a nickname, in order to facilitate this feeling of a new beginning.  Common nickname categories are an interest, a favorite song or work of art, an aspiration, or a personal quality.  It is our firm belief, demonstrated by decades of successful graduates, that this practice allows students the freedom to really expand their horizons and demonstrate both their personalities and their capabilities both actual and potential.  In support of this practice, we ask that legal names not be used on campus except with the Student Services or Records and Enrollment offices.”

The driver helped as Father made one last check to be sure nothing had been left.  He reminded her to call twice a week.  He hugged her again, ignoring the gasp she made as he let go.  "Remember to call your Mother, Susan.  You’ll always be her little girl, and you know how she worries.“

“I will, Father.”

The driver watched, waiting patiently while Father said his good-byes, then cleared his throat.  "Sir, if you want to attend the parent orientation, we need to be going.“  

"Yes, I’d planned on attending.  I need to know everything, to help keep my Susan safe.”  Father climbed aboard, and the driver waved as they left.  For an instant his hand seemed to have too many fingers.

She felt eyes on her as they drove away.

She climbed the stairs back to her room, looking forward to taking her shoes off and unpacking.  The door, locked when she left it, was still locked, but now there was a pile of stuff underneath the open window.  

“Hey!  Sorry I wasn’t here when you were bringing stuff up, he looked a bit intense, oh hey are you ok?”  The girl on the tree branch outside the window climbed in and sat on the windowsill.

She nodded.  She locked the door behind her, then sat on one of the beds.

“I’m Magpie, second year, one of the stage monkeys for the theater.  You wanna see?  No obligation.”

“Yeah, I… I paint, a little.”

“You do?  Cool!  Hey, but if you want to go see, that outfit’s cute and all but it’ll get ruined pretty quick.”

“I’ve got some grubbies, let me unpack.”

Magpie grinned and pushed her hair behind one ear.  "Your dad isn’t one of those types who thinks he’ll be visiting every weekend, is he?  'Cause I can’t hide all the time.“

"I think he was heading to the parent orientation.”

Magpie blinked.  "Oh… kay.“

"What, okay?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.  They go by Melanotis. They’ll tell you about the parent orientation.  Are you sure you’re ok?”  Magpie pushed her hair back again. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why do you keep asking?”

“There is no parent orientation.  Here, take this.  No obligation.”  Magpie took a ring off of her index finger and handed it to her.  It was a puzzle ring made of iron and pyrite, and it fit her index finger as if it had been made for her.

“Thanks, but why?”

“My dad was like that, too.  What do you want to be called?”

The choice, the possibility of choice, was dizzying.  Something to hang onto… a favorite song.  "Call me Sussudio,“ she said, and smiled.



Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 1682+ words

TW: Character Death & a sentence of gory impaling

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a very long time. This is a pretty personal fic for me, but I thought I would share it with you guys anyways! I’m also submitting this for Jen’s (@supernatural-jackles) Birthday Challenge! My mom’s birthday is actually on Canada Day, and we’re going to be spending it in the States lmao. We always celebrate her birthday/Canada Day in USA… It’s now a tradition. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Prompt: “You are enough. No matter what, you will always be enough.”

Dean was angry. He was always so angry lately. He was angry when dad and Sam fought every chance they got, but now that Sam was gone, he was angrier. He was angry at dad for pushing Sam away. He was angry at Sam for leaving. Hell, he was probably mad at you for not convincing Sam to stay. But, you knew that he madder at himself than anyone else. He’d rather have them fight everyday than having Sam gone.

You looked at your older brother across the small motel room. He was glued to his phone, and you knew he was texting the waitress he was flirting with the other day. Dean was your hero. He was more of a father to you than your real dad would ever be. You looked up to him so much, but lately he’s just been so… angry. Every conversation you had with him had been about how annoyed he was that Sam was gone, or the fact that dad kept leaving to hunt on his own. Every question was either about the hunt or whether you had heard from Sam or dad- which you both knew was a silly question to ask. You were the outlier in the family. It was always about the Winchester Boys. You were just the orphan child who nobody wanted. You would never be the first person they would contact. But that was okay because you had Dean. Key word: had. 

You’ve always been his babygirl, but you haven’t heard that term of endearment in months. You hated being so distant with your brother, but what could you do? You tried everything to talk to him like you used to, but he never reciprocated the same way. When they first took you in when you were two, Dean was the first to hold you, marveling at how small you were. The only reason you knew this was because of how much Dean talked about you when you were younger. He always told you stories of the times you’ve clung on to him. His second favourite nickname for you was “monkey.” You grew up close. John was always gone, so that left Dean and Sam to take care of you. The oldest Winchester took responsibility of you to the nth degree. He taught you everything he could so you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of John’s abuse. He always protected you. Always. Whether it was from school bullies, or your own father. He was always there. Standing in front of you, and when you were younger, you used to imagine a cape on his back. When you told him about the cape, he laughed, and ruffled your hair.

“Babygirl, don’t you know it’s dangerous for superheroes to wear capes? What if they trip over them? Or it gets caught in something? Real heroes don’t wear capes, they wear leather jackets.” He pointed to the sleeve of his worn out leather jacket that John had given him.

Your eyes were wide with wonderment as you nodded at your older brother. After that you saved up every bit of money, picking up loose coins from the side of the street to save up for a leather jacket. You were still saving up for that jacket.

Dean’s scowl brought you back to reality.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA reacting to MC proposing to them? c: Was thinking about that earlier today !! lol

I’ve read this HC before and I loooooovee ittttt sooo much I love this headcanon aaaaa I hope you guys like it as much as I do!! -Green


-honestly, it wasn’t planned at all. Kinda. You did have a whole plan for a date, very romantic and a night to remember for sure.

-but when you woke up and saw Yoosung right there, sleeping so peacefully, you just had to do it. God, you just had to marry this man. Right now .

-so you get out of bed as quietly as you can, and you whip him up a sweet cup of coffee that he taught you from his barista club, and some strawberry pancakes with whip cream 

-this boy loves sweet things so you write on the side of the plate with caramel ‘will you marry me, baby?’ 

-you did some basic latte art on his coffee, just a simple heart but you thought it was cute 

-you put it all on a small tray and brought it over to the bedroom, where Yoosung was still sleeping 

-you set the tray down on the nightstand, and sit right next to him, petting his hair and kissing his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up 

-his lil sleepy eyes are so cute that you wanna ask him right then and there but you SomeHow resist 

- “I brought you some breakfast in bed, honey” you give him the tray and he’s already surprised because !!! he loves your cooking, but what’s the occasion???

-first yoosung smiles at your cup art and drinks some of that, complimenting how cute you are and how good you are at making coffee!!! maybe even better than him?? ooo

-when he looks at the plate to see what you made, he almost misses the little words by the side. but he does see it

-at first he thinks it’s a joke. were you reinacting one of your books or something?? 

-but when he looks back at you to see you on one knee by the bed with a ring in your hand he actually screams

-without even thinking he totally throws the breakfast off the bed the coffee is safe on the nightstand thank god and jumps into your arms 

-making the two of you fall on the hard floor but he doesn’t care because “yeah!!!! yeah!! yeah, i wanna marry you!!” he doesn’t even say YES he just keeps saying YEAH. because. YEAH!!! we’re getting MARRIED! 


-saeyoung deserves the best of the best okay

-so you make a GAME out of it 

-you make him search for the ring and it’s so complex that you honestly forgot where you put the ring

-you hid it the other night and woke up at the butt-crack of dawn, waking up your soon to be fiance along with you 

-he’s cranky about it, but once he hears that you two are going on a scavenger hunt he’s BLASTING OUT THE ROOM 

-saeyoung please put on clothes we’re going outside 

-it’s really fuckin cold in the morning so you guys have to dress up warm, which to Saeyoung means 707 layers of jackets heheh

-the puzzle was made to be really challenging because you know how smart Saeyoung is, even if he pretends he isn’t 

-it’s kind of like his Valentines Date (DLC) except a lot less romantic ,, and more adventurous 

-one moment your in the bathroom until he breaks it apart to find a key, and the next moment you’re in the garage unlocking one of his babes. inside there you find a tub of ice cream, so you go to Saerans room! You find a bouquet of flowers, so now your suddenly at the supermarket! Just like that, and it goes on FOREVER  

-the last stop (where the wedding ring is) is at the top of the hill in a small dog park where the two of you had your first date. by the time you get there it’s the middle of the afternoon 

-Saeyoung isn’t even TIRED. he’s having so much fun!!!

-he has to climb one of the trees to find the ring, and you’re down on the ground and you kinda just go “o. that’s where i put it” because, again, you fucking FORGOT 

-he hangs from one of the branches and hands the ring to you, and you see the confusion on his face, but also the playfulness 

- “what could it mean??? i don’t remember a ring in our relationship. hmm… you truly are a master, because frankly, I’m stump-ed.” bu-dum cccchhhh 

-you join on in, observing the ring curiously even if you knew what it looked like.

-it was a beautiful ring. you didn’t want it too flashy, that didn’t really match his personality. it had a diamond in the middle, with two moonstones shaped in crescents to hug the diamond on each side. one reason because it was his birth stone, the other because. it was a moon stone. spaaaace

- “hmm, the only time I remember there being a ring in our relationship is when I proposed to you??” 

-Saeyoung laughs because it’s like lololol funny joke MC but then all the sudden your getting on one knee and he’s kinda just like. w h a t 

- “don’t tell me you’re going to say no and ruin the adventure already? we still have to go to the moon, you know.” You try to be cocky but your voice is trembling. you’re literally proposing to Saeyoung who is hanging upside down from a tree like a damn monkey 

-he falls off the tree 

- “OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY??” you try to help him but he’s scrambling away from you. Your heart breaks a lil bc of that,,

-and then you see that your boyfriend is crying and he’s trying really really hard for you not to see and you don’t know if that’s a good sign or not 

- “are you crying because you love me or because you’re hurt because I’m really worried about both” a legitimate question you have to ask

-AAGAHHH it’s cause he loves you!!!! hell yeah he wants to marry you!!!

-that’s what he wants to say but he’s crying so much it comes out as a bunch of nonsense. “h yeh.. wa -nanabb… maaaarrRRYYyy-mmm y-yo-uugh-ouuu ehhhehHH!!!

-after you get him calmed down he kinda just bursts into tears at random times the rest of the day because he’s so overwhelmed with LOVE FOR YOU 


-you don’t even beat around the bush with this fuckin dork. You’ve TRIED. it DOESN’T WORK Y’ALL 

-if you don’t tell him outright about something, he’ll never know what you mean 

-you’re out at a very very fancy dinner. You don’t want to propose there because of paparazzi. you figure that the dinner will help the romantic mood though 

-after the dinner, you two go out to his private garden, and you spend the rest of your date there, walking and talking

-at one point you stop the two of you at a small little bench and request to sit down

-you continue talking while you make a flower crown for the both of you because he’s a very pretty boy and you can’t resist.

-also you need something to do with your hands because you’re so nervous and jittery 

-by the time you’re finished with them, you place one crown on your head and then offer him his 

- “would you like to be my prince, Jumin?” 

-he smiles at you, because gosh. u are… so cute. Of course he wants to be your fuckin prince !!!

- “forever. be my prince forever, okay?” 

- “okay, MC. I promise.” 

-you place the crown on his head, and without really thinking about it you place the ring on the top of his head too 

-Jumin is like “?????” 

-very confused

-when he picks it up, and sees it is an engagement ring, he almost laughs because when Jumin looks at you again you are struggling to get on one knee in the grass 

- “are you asking me to marry you, MC?” 


-Jumin full out just giggles. He’s got a little blush on his cheeks and everything. he looks damn beautiful. It’s like the guy is shining under the moonlight 

- “please god marry me Jumin Han” kinda just slips out of your mouth before you can think about it 

-he brings you up to him and gives you a very deep kiss before putting on the ring. 

- “MC, if you need me to, I’ll be your king.


-you had brought the whole RFA together at your apartment for a casual get together and game night

-and you planned to propose with everyone there 

-you just wanted it to be fun and memorable for the both of you, and to have your RFA family with you sounded amazing

-you were. v v nervous but you couldn’t tell anyone because literally everyone in the RFA would snitch without even thinking about it they’re terrible

-the party was finally at that calm, but fun air you wanted it to be. Yoosung and Saeyoung playing Just Dance on the TV, Jaehee and Zen chatting about their daily lives and his musicals while you were preparing food with Jumin.

-I think out of everyone in the RFA, Jumin is the happiest for you two, whether he say it or not

-and really…. he was the only one who wouldn’t snitch…. 

-so while you were pouring drinks for everyone, you told Jumin you planned to propose to Jaehee tonight but you weren’t sure when the best moment would be

-surprisingly he gave you a?? side hug??? 

-he was so proud of you guys aaaaa

-Jumin wasn’t the most romantic person, but he did give you good advice. Let it come naturally. Don’t think of her saying no, just think of her saying yes, because she will. Jaehee will say yes

-and that was such a relief to hear that you gave Jumin a big ol hug and a smooch on the cheek before bringing out the food 

-an hour goes by and you all are playing monopoly 

-Saeyoung and Jumin are getting all the expensive houses and constantly competing for each others cards. No one knows how Saeyoung got so much money. 

-Yoosung is making a little home with all the really cheap blocks and Zen is pulling his hair as he has to pay Jumin yet again

-then there’s you and Jaehee who watch the fire burn and maintain a normal board of moderately expensive houses. 

-and you just feel so good at the moment. You and Jaehee cuddled in a blanket with your friends all around you 

-so you turn around, kiss her on the forehead, bring out the ring and ask her to marry you


-the fighting IMMEDIATELY STOPS and everything is so quiet



- “DAMMIT JAEHEE IF YOU DON’T SAY YES, I WILL” Saeyoung SCREECHES at the top of his lungs and he looks like he’s gunna c r y 

-Jaehee does finally find her words and says yes, then the two of you kiss and everyone is standing up and cheering for the two of you 

-they force you to do a slow dance together and really you wouldn’t have it any other way 


-you don’t want to do it in public, because of paparazzi, but… Zen does love attention..

-so you decide to propose to him after one of his shoes back stage 

-you watch the whole performance with a nervous heart and shaking hands 

-the whole time you just stare at Zen and you watch how beautifully he sings and preforms. He’s amazing at what he does. You just… feel so proud of him

-you really, really hope he’ll say yes. You need him to. You don’t think you could ever get over it if Zen said no. 

-When the show is over, there’s usually a meet-and-greet with all the actors so you have to act quickly before he leaves for that and is too tired for a proposal 

-you greet him with a big hug and a kiss, which he appreciates a Whole Lot

- “hey, Zen, I was.. wondering something today.” 

- “yeah? what’s that?” 

- “would you ever… in the future.. would you ever like to get married?” 

-you catch him off guard and now he’s blushing like a FOOL 

-of course!! especially if it’s to you, and he winks. He’s just casually flirting but you’re just like THE TIME IS NOW 

-you slam down on your knee so hard that you actually start crying and Zen is just ????!!!!!! what h a p p e n e d 

-you explain in tears while bringing out the ring that you wanted to propose but you got too excited.. 


-Zen just laughs, picks you up and gives you a really big SMOOCH on the lips. pretend i didn’t say smooch because it was actually really romantic 

-he dips you, what a nerd 

-god, he loves you. he’s looking at you with such a sparkle in his eyes as he says ‘yes’ and putting on that ring, you forget all about your injury and go in for another kiss as he spins you around

-after he smugly shows all his fans the ring in pride

A Game for Those Who Seek to Find a Way to Leave Their World Behind

Summary: In which Dan finds a strange board game and ends up playing it (and releasing its horrors) with his best friend Carrie and arch enemy, Phil.

Word Count: 6.9k

TW: uhh there’s just some kind of horrifying things in there so idk good luck

Genre: angst? i guess? but it’s a happy end it’s like good angst

this is a thing now because i rewatched jumanji today and felt inspired (if you haven’t watched the movie it’s literally amazing you can find it online….. completely….. not illegal… ahem)(you can still read this even if you haven’t watched the movie but it’ll be better if you have probably)

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Egos at the Zoo

I’ve just come back from a really good trip to South Lakes Animal Park and of course, I had ego headcanons about them going to a zoo!

Markiplier/Jacksepticeye Egos at the Zoo:

- Dark, Mare, Anti Warfstache take Yandere and King of the Squirrels off into the zoo. Dark and Warfstache had made plans prior to look after them, but Anti decided to tag along with them because everyone else was boring. Mare wasn’t even planned but he was tagged on last minute.

- Since the egos can somewhat manipulate what they look like, King and Yandere are more childlike than the others so they get in as children.

- Anti is in charge of taking photos. Spends more time taking selfies than taking pictures of the animals.

- Mare takes good photos.

- He likes the tigers and the maned wolves, although he does complain about the smell.

- King doesn’t want to go near any predators, and he has squirrel themed reigns because otherwise he’d escape into the monkey enclosures and climb the trees.

- When they inevitably go to the big cat areas, Wilford carries King, Dark is in control of Yandere.

- Yandere likes the vultures and condors the most, and spends time with Wilford identifying the various carcasses scattered around.

- Dark likes the monkeys the most for their intelligence and he finds them cute.

- Dr. Iplier, Host, the Googles, Silver, Jackieboy, Bim and Bop all go around together.

- Host is narrating the entire time and Dr. Iplier is acting as guide for him to make sure he doesn’t stumble or walk into anyone.

- The Host doesn’t like the bird enclosures because even through his narrations it scares him when the birds suddenly swoop at him.

- Dr. Iplier, Bim and Bop love the enclosure where the animals can be fed. Bop especially loves the monkeys that can be seen because they’re vocal and respond to him speaking.

- Bim also loves the giant otters and they seem to love Bim as well, following him around their enclosure when they’re there.

- Silver and Jackieboy love the lemurs because they look like they have masks on like they do. They also love the spectacles bears, especially the one they find in the tree eating leaves.

- Oliver loves all of the animals, he can’t choose a favourite but he does really like the giraffes because of their colour scheme.

- The other Googles aren’t as impressed by the animals. Although when they see the big cats being fed and having to climb up massive poles to get their food, they’re impressed by their power and grace.

- A lot of the time the Googles are answering factual questions about the animals.

- Chase and his kids, Schneeplestein and his kids, Ed and his son along with Bing and Marvin make up the last group.

- One of Chase’s kids tries to go under the barrier to get closer to the tiger enclosure, prompting panic. Chase doesn’t allow them to let go of his hands for the rest of the day.

- Ed spends a lot of the time trying to figure out how much money he could make if he went into the animal selling business.

- Bing tells him Dark would never allow it, he has a soft spot for animals that he doesn’t have for humans.

- Schneeplestein is extremely interested in the conservation projects going on in the zoo, and the diets of the various animals. Chase is apprehensive as to why.

- Marvin is amazed by everything. A monkey jumps out of a tree and steals his mask and he chases it into a prohibited zone trying to get it back. Bing has to rescue him from a tree but he gets his mask back.

- So much stuff is bought at the gift-shop.

- Anti tries to convince Dark to take a real monkey and Dark is just “I already have a house full.”

- Anti himself loves the penguins. They can “loaf like a cat” or “swim with grace” and he paid to feed them and the penguin got his finger instead of the fish and he loved that too.

- Mare wanted the red panda, the mongooses and the meerkats.

- Dark pat down every ego before they piled into the couch to make sure no one was smuggling an animal.

Chat Noir Finds Out (Part 2)

Summary: This is the simple, straight-forward tale of how Chat Noir found out Ladybug’s true identity and how he dealt with it.

He dealt with it expertly like the heroic cat he was and definitely didn’t mess anything up.

Nope, he didn’t mess anything up at all. 

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yells into the sun “help i don’t know what i’m doing!”

Chapter 2: The Day After Chat Noir Found Out

“Plagg, what should I do?”

Adrien was hysterical. It was only fifteen minutes before he has to be driven to school. He was going to see her and he wasn’t ready and he didn’t know what to do.

Last night was a complete blur, and it was a surprise he even remembered he just discovered Ladybug’s civilian identity. Actually, no, that was the only thing he remembered. What happened the rest of yesterday was a complete mystery to him.

To add to the mystery, that very morning he woke up—he didn’t remember falling asleep either—the first thing Plagg did was not ask for cheese, but to gently remind him that his name was Adrien Agreste. He couldn’t fathom why. At the back of his head, he vaguely remembered a lot of Marinettes, but it couldn’t have been so bad that he’d forgotten his own name, right?


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Love at First Video Part 8

Misha Collins x Reader

1650 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

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Move in with Misha? You were slowly falling for the older man, but you weren’t exactly sure if you were ready to move in with him yet. It was a huge step, and you weren’t sure how his kids would handle it.

“Misha, are you sure?” You asked him, not moving from your spot on the couch, a little nervous when his smile grew even wider.

“Yes, I’m sure. It will perfect. You won’t have to stay in your little apartment, you will have a place in our home. Of course you will have your own space. And then when I’m filming, you can babysit the little monkeys. Rent free of course, but I will pay you for the hours you work.” He told you, and you gawked at him.

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When I asked you for a Chai latte, what I meant to say was: ”I was walking past. I saw you in the window. I only came in here because I had to know what your voice sounded like.” But instead of saying that… Instead of saying that, I got really nervous and just ordered the first thing on the menu. I don’t even know what the fuck “Chai” is.. Or a latte, for that matter. When God made you, He cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel, gave him a high five and said: “Goddamn, I’m good!” You are that beautiful. I spent the last five days tryna figure out how I’m gonna introduce myself to you properly, and I think I’ve finally figured it out. It’s gonna be something like… “Hi.” That’s all I got so far, but I think it’s a good start.

You see, I want that… I want that my friends think I’m crazy kind of love. That reckless kind of love. That wake up early, make you breakfast kind of love. That crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this kind of love. Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love. That I want to stay up and tell you all my secrets kind of love. That every time I see you, I fall to pieces kind of love. I want that stand next to me kind of love. That you are my destiny kind of love. That no matter what happens, you always get the best of me kind of love. That you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me kind of love. That invest in me kind of love, because you already know that I’m invested in you kind of love. That you come home upset, you don’t have to say nothing, I already know what to do kind of love.

I want… I want love.

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I want you to come to me like an afternoon, come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders. If you let me be your sunlight, I promise that I will penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel wings. Pull me close to you, tell me that you love me, and then scratch your future into my back so I can be everything that you live for. I promise that I will die for you daily and then resurrect in your screams. I promise that I will love you.

I promise that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly. I’ll be honest, I’m usually not even a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp. Just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes our pencils break just to prove to me that, every now and then, love takes a little more work than planned. See, I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in Braille. And my poems, I never actually finish, because true love is endless. You see, I’ve always believed that real love is kinda like supermodel before she’s airbrushed. It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.

You see, I’m gonna be honest, I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem… It would be about you. About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloudy reflection in every window. You see, I’ve written a million poems, hoping that somehow, maybe some way, you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name. And you smile like the Pacific Ocean. I wanna drink the sunlight in your skin.

If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice. Or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart… It plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars, and I feel like a child all over again.

And I know that this is gonna sound weird, but sometimes, I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you. I swear, I’m usually not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem… I swear that it would be about… It would be about you.

And after all of that, she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” And I was confused. I said, “Let’s put it like this…” I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stuntman. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do, like… Trust you. I swear that when our lips touched, I could taste the next sixty years of my life.

See, last night, I had a dream. And in this particular dream, I died in my dreams, woke not knowing I was still sleeping, decided to walk. You see that night, I walked in my sleep, I slept in my walk, I walked backwards until I saw you for the first time, and I could barely muster the courage to introduce myself all over again.

You see, I’ve been trying to find the right words. I’ve been trying to take the right steps for what seems to me like thousands of years, but something always seems to go wrong between us. We lived in Egypt, I was the Pharaoh’s slave, you were his daughter. Loving you led to my death, they claimed that I seduced you, and after they stole my life, I was resurrected as a mason. I made the foundation for your house. We met eyes for two seconds, you left, and I didn’t see you again until I died. I came back as a caterpillar. I turned into a butterfly, I landed in the palm of your hands, you brushed me away, and the rejection killed me. When I awoke, I was a kick drum, you were a snare, we were both owned by this drummer named Cozy Cole, and when he died, so did we. But I came back just to look for you. I left notes in random places, hoping that you would stumble across them. I carved our names in trees, and then prayed that it would jog your memory. I whispered your name in the wind, hoping somehow, maybe some way, my voice would reach you, but it didn’t, and I died. I died early. I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand just hoping that you would find me, but you never did, so they buried me. And when they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes, and I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth, just so I can look for you. That’s why sometimes, when we hold hands, ever so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight, and I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lose you again. My mother told me, when you find the perfect woman, you do whatever it takes to make sure that she’s next to you.

—  Rudy Francisco, Love Poem Medley
I’m Not Really the Best - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader) Part 4

WARNING: Physical Child Abuse, Violence, LOTS of Crying, Harsh Treatment, Pain, Mentions of Blood and Injuries, Ignoring said Pain and Feelings, Depression.

A/N: Pa-art f-four -crawling on the floor- Please don’t read when the above warnings trigger you. I hope you all have a nice day. < 3 < 3 -pass out on said floor- why do I make my characters suffer?

Tags: @robotic-space , @notalwaysfair , @kanadianwithashippingproblem , @sweet-fate

(Y/N) isn’t always this daring… or destructive. Back then she was a bubbly, energetic, overall happy person. That’s what (S/O) remembered her to be back in fourth grade. She often wears printed pastel shirts with matching baggy pants, her shoes were often dirty because she always spends her time running and jumping on high places. (Y/N) had the loudest voice in the room and was often called in detention for talking too loud or too fast.

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SVT - Click a Prince: Minghao/The8

Originally posted by kookhao

Series: Click a Prince (intro)

Member/s: OT13 - Minghao/The8 x Reader

Words: 1939

You laid awake on your velvety bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the little noises of the night. When you closed your eyes, and the warmth of the candles kissed your skin, you pretended you were one of the common people in the village.

Of course, a seconds later you’d regret thinking that way. You were rich and had everything you could ever want, the only catch was that you had to you had to marry one of the prince’s here.

The village people got to marry those who they wanted, those whom they loved, but they’d all live in poverty. You just didn’t know which was worse.

The sound of someone hitting the ground after falling interrupted the sound of the crickets and owls.

Even from the third floor, where your room was, you could hear their loud intake of breath and small groans.

You shot up from your bed and ran to the window, staring into the darkness below you.

In the bushes you could see hazy figure, crouched down and waiting for the guards to pass. When one of the guards passed, and the light of the candles moved into the bushes, you realized who was burying himself farther into the bushes.

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Lost & Wild Special Edition: Blue’s Valentine

So I’m a few days late, but had to get private feedback first (<3 you guys)

Rated: M ( for a little bit of steeeeam)

Blueberry Gypsy Brown busied her chubby little fingers on the construction paper. She held the crayon as best she could, attempting to keep her scribbles to a minimum. She hunched over her little kiddie table, her tongue hanging out her mouth in deep concentration. The wood floor was littered with her previous attempts; the hearts were the wrong color; the hearts were the wrong shape; there were too many hearts; there weren’t enough hearts.

“If there aren’t enough, just add more.” Harper had encouraged her daughter.

“NOOOOOOOO! Mommy…just-give-me-new-paper.” Blue had insisted. Harper gave in, shaking her head as she handed another piece over. She rubbed the soft, velvety hair of her little baby boy, Joshua Bam Bam Brown, Jr. as he calmly laid his head against his mother’s shoulder. He did things at a much different pace than his headstrong sister. He hadn’t tried to walk, but didn’t matter as he much preferred to be held and loved on rather than be independent.

“You are as stubborn as your Daddy.” Harper teased Blue, going back to working in the kitchen where she could watch over her daughter.

“But at least I’m as pretty as you!” Blue batted her eyelashes, fully aware she was being impishly sarcastic. Harper laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her herbal tea, wishing that little J.B. would nap soon. He kept rubbing his eyes and laying his head down, but he was refusing to actually nap. Usually there was a trick or two to getting him to lie down, and that was Harper singing his favorite lullabies and violin playing by her temporarily absent husband, Bam.

The brothers and their father, Billy, had embarked on a hauling trip a few days prior and were due back any moment. The weather had been sketchy at best, February was after all an unpredictable time of year in the southeast Alaskan waterways. It was hard not to worry, even with as busy as chores and the children kept her. In those rare moments of levity, she would fret. Those nights she slept in the middle of the bed, her hand on the spot where his head normally laid, she’d worry.

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Friendship Breakup

“It’s not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow.”


You could hear his heart beating as you lay your head on his chest, your legs sloppily tangled with his. His mouth was slightly open, his hot breath tickling your neck.  Tears trickled down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Your best friend, of almost seven years, had basically told you he couldn’t be your friend anymore. He was too busy to have friends like you anymore; friends who weren’t his brother. You hated to say it, but deep down, you knew it would happen eventually. The twins didn’t really need anyone but each other.

Your boyfriend stroked your hair as your tears fell onto his chest, “You’re okay, baby.” He mumbled. You sniffled, trying to stop the tears. “Goodbyes hurt, but if he was willing to let you go in the first place, how worth it could he really be?” Your boyfriend had a point, but at the same time, he didn’t. Ethan had been your best friend since you were thirteen. He had always been worth it.

“It’s not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow.” You sobbed quietly, trying your hardest to contain the hot tears that were falling from your eyes.

You cried out in pain as you fell from the tree and landed on the ground with a loud thud. “Ethan!” You screamed as your best friend jumped down from a branch. He knelt down beside you, placing his hand gently on your injured knee.

“Y/n! What happened?” He was breathing heavy as he stared into your tear filled eyes. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the pain your scraped knee was causing you.

“Help me up, Ethan. I need this to be cleaned up.” You told him as Grayson climbed down the tree branches. Ethan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up. You threw your arm around his shoulder and began to hop back towards his house.

“How exactly did you fall from the tree, Y/n? You’re basically a monkey.” He lightly poked at your sides, trying to distract you from your stinging knee. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

You were pulled from your thoughts by your boyfriend dangling a tissue in front of your face, “Here, baby.” You dried your tears and blew your nose.

How he could easily just toss away an almost decade friendship was beyond you. You had tried to understand it all night, but nothing was helping you cope with the tragedy.

Junior prom was everything you hoped it be and more. You had a hot date, and a goofy best friend escorting you. Ethan hadn’t asked anyone, saying he’d just be a third wheel because “Junior prom isn’t actual prom, Y/n.” The three of you took your pictures (most of them were you and Ethan laughing about something he had said) and headed into the hotel ballroom.

You slow danced with your date for a while until Ethan interrupted, asking to dance with you instead. Your date was very agitated, telling the two of you to just date instead. You both made a face, then laughed as he stormed off.

Everyone always thought you and Ethan had feelings for each other. It was the typical high school cliché. The two of you just laughed and shook your heads when someone said something like that. Ethan was like your brother; you had no romantic feelings for him, nor did he have any toward you.

The night ended with you and Ethan alone at the drive-in movie, still in your formal prom attire, watching some old romantic movie. It was one of the best nights of your life.

“Let’s talk about something else, yeah?” Your boyfriend asked, trying to distract you from your broken heart. You nodded, asking him how his day was. “Pretty good, work was boring as always. For lunch, I had a tuna sandwich and some sun chips.”

You weren’t listening anymore. The only thing you could hear was yours and Ethans last conversation playing in the back of your head like a broken record.

You knocked on their door, three Chipotle bags in your other hand. Grayson opened the door with a sad smile on his lips. Your eyebrows knitted together as you entered the apartment. You set the bags down on the dining room table. “Y/n? Is that you?” Ethan called from his room. You made your way down the hall and pushed his door open.

“Hey, stranger.” You joked, pulling him into an awkward side hug. “What’s up with you?” You asked as he distanced himself from you. “You haven’t really called or texted in a few weeks. I had to practically buy a meet and greet ticket just to talk to you.” You giggled, sitting down in a nearby chair.

“Y/n…” He began and you frowned. His voice sounded low and uneven. “We need to talk.” Your eyes widened and your heartbeat picked up its slow pace.

“What about, Ethan.”  Your throat felt dry and your nose started to sting; you were about to cry.

He ran his hands through his hair, sitting down in front of you. “I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” You could have sworn that your heart stopped beating and the room began to spin.

“What do you mean?” You finally choked out. “Are you friendship breaking up with me?” Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him.

He nodded, gently taking your hand into his. “We’re just busy all the time, Y/n. We don’t really have time for friends anymore.” You stared blankly at him, unsure of what he was really saying. “I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sorry that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be your friend, Y/n. I love you and I always will, but for now, I can’t be your friend. I’d be putting you on the backburner, we wouldn’t hangout ever. It would be like we aren’t even friends anyway.” Your mind was blown. How could he possibly think it was okay to just end your friendship.

“After everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to end our friendship? Like its nothing? Like we haven’t known each other since before puberty?” Your voice was raised, but you didn’t care. You had every right to be angry with him for doing that to you.

“Maybe in a few years we can be friends again, but it’s not going to work right now.”

“You don’t have time for me, for our friendship. Just admit it, Ethan! You don’t want to make time for me anymore!”

“I don’t have time for you, Y/n! And I’m not going to make any. This is my career! My future! I have to focus on that! And if that means not being your friend anymore, then so be it!” You were taken back by his harsh words, but you nodded anyway.

“Don’t bother trying to fix this when you miss me. I won’t have time for it.” You said calmly as you stood and exited his room. You bid Grayson (who was standing just outside of Ethans door) goodbye and left without looking back.

“I will miss you, Ethan Dolan.” You fell against their closed front door and sobbed for what felt like forever. This was definitely the worst breakup you’d ever been through.


Hope you guys like this one! It’s a little sad, I’m sorry! I have a few requested imagines that I’m working on, one of them should be posted tomorrow! 

OSF AU - All the Little Children (9/?)

Part 9: Wherein a pack of pint-sized preteens pools their knowledge, and Luffy is hungry.

Content warnings: Offscreen character death, though no one the reader will miss.

Luffy’s stomach growled.

“I knew we forgot to do something,” Fū mumbled, before she headed deeper into the hall.

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Softening the Edges - Betty/Jughead

Part II
Part III: Liking “Like That” 

“Left alone with my heart
I’m learning how to love you”

Their alliance was now officially established, and Betty had taken to seeking Jughead out. He found that he was also helpless to stop it from happening. He couldn’t be blamed really. She had this magnetism - she pulled people toward her in the gentlest way possible. It started with her coming out and sitting on her front porch while the two of them were waiting for Archie. He’d be standing off in front of Archie’s house all awkward and quiet and she’d bawl out:

“Whatcha standing over there for? Come over!”

Jughead was very hesitant at first. He wasn’t quick to trust anyone, and he found himself to be agonizingly shy around Betty. It was a difficult hurdle to overcome in the beginning. The true defining breakthrough moment when he knew that he could trust her was her reaction to Hot Dog, and his reaction to her.

Archie had already thoroughly gotten the Hot Dog seal of approval, and the dog was just as much a regular to the Andrews household as he was. Fred Andrews had nearly dropped dead from a stroke when he looked out the front window one day to see the boys struggling halfway up the climb to the tree house with Hot Dog’s huge bulk mashed between them, terrified, and the two boys teetering dangerously to falling. He rushed outside to break up this instance of madness and promptly ranted on the safety dangers of this, but Archie’s guilty and mournful expression stilled his lecture.

“But dad, he wants to come up. He cries when we go up without him and he’s down here alone. We feel bad. We can’t leave him down there, he gets so sad.”

This lead to Fred Andrew’s hysterical patented dog pulley method in which one boy would attach a harness tied to a piece of rope to Hot Dog and the other would  scurry to the top with a rope and pull the sheepdog up.

Needless to say, anyone who was going to get in with Jughead and Archie would have to be Hot Dog approved.

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wayhaught-fitzsimmons  asked:

Now in light of this gifset: /post/159608654687 (the lion cubs!!!) which is just so freaking cute, how many kids do you imagine Fitzsimmons having in the SBS universe. And have you imagined anything else in terms of a Fitzsimmons family in this verse ;) I LOVE this universe and I love it that you frequently publish your HCs about it :D It's so awesome :D

hehehe no lie, I’ve been just waiting for someone to ask me about family/child headcanons for this universe. like, real talk, I basically don’t care about and am not interested in FitzSimmons baby headcanons in any normal AU or canon, but suddenly you mention the Side By Side ‘verse and my entire brain turns into mush. and wasn’t that post adorable?! I have so many misc animal (well, lion and lizard) posts in my Academy AU tag now, lol. 

most of what I’ve imagined so far involves adorable new baby and daemon scenes - and most of them are Fitz-focused, lol. for example, I set one out in this post a while back (@eclecticmuses​ has been the sole victim of me occasionally having SBS!baby daemon feelings-attacks, lmao). they’re all snippets seen through rose-colored glasses that don’t take into account any of the difficult baby/kid stuff, but, y’know. I have a few little scene-lets that have popped into my head over the past few months that I just love. 

I’ve really only ever headcanoned FitzSimmons as having one child of their own, Margaret (named after her), and so that continues in this universe. her daemon eventually settles as a monkey, to Fitz and Sarama’s pure and utter delight. 

read on for so much tooth-rotting fluff you’re gonna need to floss after.

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W.P. #1 & #18 x Dally

Requested by three different anons.

1. “Do you want me to leave?”

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

You and Dallas Winston met at a rodeo, to each other’s surprise he didn’t know your social status and you didn’t his, and you weren’t about to tell each other either. He had been dressed up for the evening and you had been dressed down, so you both looked to be on each other’s level.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you to find out he was a greaser, but you couldn’t exactly say the same for Dally when he found out the weight your last name held. The two of you had decided to go steady two months after knowing each other and a whole six months later is when Dallas found out who you really were. You were the mayor’s daughter and when Dal finally decided to take you to one of Buck’s parties it didn’t take long for someone to notice and point it out to your boyfriend. Furious would be an understatement, it wasn’t a pretty sight as you stormed out of the party house and all the way home, Dallas storming out not long after.

Four, almost five, months later you overheard your father discussing a juvenile delinquent with your mother that he just “didn’t know what to do with.” Boldly you decided to interrupt, knowing your mother would scold you in private later, to suggest that your father let the person go and show them “a little act of kindness” for reasons that you blabbed on about until your father agreed.

You didn’t know the juvenile was Dally until two nights later. Sitting at your vanity you were brushing out your hair and getting ready for bed when a soft clinking noise from your window distracted you. Wandering over you parted your curtains and what you saw next you almost didn’t believe. There on your lawn was Dallas friggin Winston throwing pebbles at your window.

You opened your window and whisper-yelled at the careless teenager, “What are you doing?!”

His response was to climb the tree that sat about 50 feet away from your window as you watched in slight horror, afraid he’d fall down and kill himself.

He situated himself on the tree branch closest to your window, a good 10 feet away, “Do you want me to leave?”

“What?! I haven’t seen you in nearly five months and you show up on my lawn and climb my tree and that’s your first question?!”

Shrugging he smirked at you, the concern in your voice going straight to his ego, “So you missed me?”

“Dallas, you’re the one who was upset with me. Of course I missed you. Now get in here, even monkeys catch colds.”

He climbed strategically from the branch to your window and immediately the first thing you did was hug him. Taken slightly aback he looked down at you and sighed, putting his arms loosely around you.

“How’d you know this was my window?”

“I didn’t. The first tree I climbed was your parent’s window. And they ain’t gonna be barging in anytime soon I promise you that.”

“Dallas! I don’t want to know that! But, why are you here?” it was the question you didn’t want to ask, but the question you knew you needed to asked.

“Look, man. I shouldn’t be in love with you. But god damn it no matter what I do, you’re still there. You’re one of the only girls I’ve ever met that cares how I’m doin’. And I miss them little shits you used to put in the toilet to make ‘em smell better….”’

“Toilet bowl cleaners?”

“Yeah. Whatever. You..you just, you see through all the bullshit I gotta do to keep my street rep, alright? And I like that. Man, I don’t care if you’re the president’s daughter. If you’re okay datin’ some lowlife like me then why should I care?”

“Geez, Dallas Winston throws pebbles at my window and then pours his heart out to me. I think you’re going soft in your old age,” you smirked, now sitting on your bed next to him.

“Shut up.”

“Gladly,” you leaned over and pressed your lips against his, kissing each other feverishly.


ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E5: The Jersey Devil

<< 1.4 Conduit —————————————- 1.6 Shadows >>

I was feeling snarky so decided to unwind with another of my very serious and scholarly X-Files recaps. The Jersey Devil is one of my more favourite S1 episodes because of the number of ridiculous things that happen…but how did it stand up to my vague attempts to quantify my love of this show rigorous scoring rubric? Find out under the cut with gifs and random unconnected observations galore…

Laugh now Scully… while you can…

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Treasure Over Love (Rafe Adler x Reader)

Requested by: @xolovehyuna ! Thank you! I appreciate the idea! I had an enormous amount of fun writing this! I hope I didn’t let you down, haha.

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The sun boils my hair while beads of sweat drips down my neck making my clothes stick onto my skin like peanut butter on a bread. They said that it’s more fun in the Philippines, but dear Lord, is it more hot. I haven’t imagined that a country like this can look utterly beautiful and yet feel hot and humid.

The birds sings around us and if I weren’t scavenging for the treasure I wanted so badly, I would be enjoying their beautiful chorus. I stop at a nearby tree, taking deep breaths while grabbing my water bottle that’s resting on my side and taking a swig out of it. “It’s been hours, Rafe! Don’t you think we can take a break?” I ask him, panting afterwards from hiking this mountain.

Rafe looks back at me, his hair hanging down to his face and his skin shining due to the amount of sweat he’s breaking. “You wanted this treasure for months and you’re giving up now?”

“But I’m tired!” I whine, resting my back onto the tree and wiping away the sweat on my forehead.

Rafe sighs and stares at me as I look at him with pleading eyes. Behind us, two representatives from Shoreline catches up with us, heaving for breath. Rafe turns his attention on them as they drink from their flasks. “Oliver, stay with her while I continue searching. Derek, come with me.”

Both of the soldiers salute him, saying, “Yes, sir.” Before doing their duty. Rafe disappears further in the jungle while Derek trails behind him, going out of view. Oliver stands, ready with his gun out and I scoff at him, knowing that a place like this will be in no need of firearms.

I pull my knees up and rest my arms on each. “Why don’t you sit?”

Oliver clears his throat and straightens his back. “With no disrespect, ma'am, but that will be going against my duties.” He says without even looking at me. I giggle at his soldierly manners, finding it quite cute.

“Well, I’m your boss, too. I order you to rest.” I tell him and he glances at me, twitching a smile and I can’t help but give a toothy grin. “It’s been a tiring day. Rafe will understand.” I assure him.

He swallows hard on his saliva and puts the gun to his holster. “Um, t-thank you, ma'am.” He sits down across from me with his leg stretched out while the other is against his chest.

I pull my head back against the tree, silence falling between us. It has come to a complete peace and serenity when you’re just sitting back and relaxing, enjoying the nature that this country has to offer. A small gust of wind brushes against my arm and I let out a breath, cooling down after the amount of hiking that was done.

Being taken out of my trance, I feel something slide out my belt and as I turn my head, a macaque has successfully taken my water bottle, prancing towards a nearby tree. I immediately jump to my feet and chase it, but it has already climbed up, resting himself on a branch while raising his eyebrows as if to tease me.

Scrunching my nose and pressing my brows together, I curse under my breath as he has taken my only source of hydration. Oliver has reached up behind me with a smile on his face, something that I haven’t seen since we have arrived here yesterday. Soon enough, he starts to laugh and I slap him on the shoulder and he quiets down. “Sorry, ma'am, but I haven’t–” He chuckles, “I haven’t seen a woman chase a monkey before.”

Hearing him say that, it is actually quite funny and I can’t help but laugh myself, picturing how dumb I look in his perspective. “How stupid did I look?” I ask him, gradually quieting down.

“Very, very stupid.” He replies, chuckling a little.

Not a minute has gone by since we’ve started to become more comfortable with each other: sharing jokes and stories and our personal lives. Rafe hasn’t been, in any way, pleasant these past few months, that talking to Oliver feels so much different than what I’m used to. There were a few instances that I wanted to rant about him, but Oliver just makes it impossible.

“–So the person goes, blows up the car and the movie ends!” He exclaims, flailing his arms after that mini-rant. “Just there! Can you believe it?” He pushes his back against the tree, giving out a sigh and I giggle.

Someone clears their throat, catching our attention and we see Rafe looking at us. Oliver and I stand and he goes back to his usual soldierly self as I dust the dirt off my thighs. Rafe, who’s currently clenching his jaws, switches his look from me and Oliver. “I found nothing. Let’s go.” He says blandly and we start to descend the mountain. I feel like I’m falling down as I know very well how this will end.

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Back at our hotel room, the airconditioner hums loudly in my ears as I sit on the bed, reading a book while Rafe sits on the dining table, looking at papers. We share no conversation and the air between us feels familiar. I look at him from the edge of my book and he notices me. “You know you shouldn’t talk to our employees.” He says, not even caring to look at me.

I sigh and put my book down, ready to defend myself from another of our countless arguments. “You left both of us alone, you only have yourself to blame.” I say calmly.

“You were flirting with him!” He bursts, ignoring my defense and I am taken aback from his accusation.

We have argued about many things in the past, but this is the first where I’m starting to give up and leave, for real. I have given this relationship many chances but I cannot take this anymore. “Really, Rafe?! Do you really think I would do that?” I raise up from the bed and walk heavily towards the door, not even caring about his answer. I slam the door shut behind me while he calls after my name. I ignore him, not wanting to hear any more of his suspicions and false accusations. For the past months, he gets angry at little details of our relationships: saying that I don’t care about us, or about him, or even about what he does.

My footsteps stomps heavily onto the ground the more I think about it and soon enough, I hear the door behind me shut followed by the same hammering footsteps. He calls out my name but I don’t do anything than to continue walking, giving him the time to realize that I have finally given up with our fight and maybe soon enough, our relationship.

Catching me off guard, I feel his chin rest on my shoulders with his arms wrapping me closer to his chest. “I’m sorry…” He whispers and I stop in my tracks, the first time hearing those words come out of his mouth. “I was jealous,” he pulls tighter and I can feel his stubble rough against my cheeks. “I’m sorry…” He says, softly this time, and I can hear from his quivering voice that he’s fighting the urge to cry.

Nothing leaves my mouth as I’m taken aback from his effort of making things work. He never does this and I just stare blankly onto the never ending hallway.

“I have never met a woman like you who is as accepting, patient and understanding,” He says, starting to move in front of me. “And believe me, I’m trying to be the man you’ve always wanted.” I am touched by his gesture and cannot help but smile slyly. Seeing my lips curling, he smiles himself and pulls me closer to him once again.

“Rafe,” I manage to say, but the rising lump in my throat makes it even harder to spit out anything. “Y-You can be a complete asshole, but you still manage to come back.” I sob softly in his chest, soaking his shirt.

“Am I forgiven?” He asks, his chest rumbling deep as he talked. I nod my head and I feel him hug me tighter, not wanting to let go of our embrace.

I made a promise to myself years ago after breaking off from a bad relationship to never fall in love again. It broke me to pieces when I saw my past boyfriend sleeping with another girl; I loved him and put all my trust into him that finding out that he didn’t feel the same, it ruined me. Rafe suddenly came into my life, picking up the broken pieces of my heart and slowly gluing them back together. I thanked him for saving me and I’m thanking him now for saving us.

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Can you do a "will you marry me?" With Jaime reyes

It’s been two years since the reach invasion. Two years since Jaime asked you to settle down with him in a modest townhouse in El Paso. Two years since you couldn’t have been happier and you placed a smiling kiss to his lips.

Your shared home was across the street from a lovely little park. Through your bedroom window, you were granted the view of a small pond with a few, skinny trees overlooking the water. Children would be seen climbing and swinging from the red-painted monkey bars, casting proud looks over to their happy parents.

You and Jaime would walk to the park nearly everyday, sitting on the old wooden benches and just chatting away the hours. He loved to see how the sun would light up your face, glowing in front of a cloudless sky, the few trees there were, swaying in the warm breeze. Then, when he wasn’t looking, your e/c eyes would take in the scenery of children and their families laughing and playing together with a longing look in your gaze.

Khaji Da noticed this long before Jaime ever did. ‘It would appear that your mate would like to produce offspring with you.’ The brunette’s eyes grew large with a look of pure disbelief on his face. When he was alone, he’d point out to the scarab that the two of you weren’t even married yet, not to mention, you’d never talked about children.

'Then the most logical step would be to elope,’ the scarab offered almost immediately.

When Jaime said that he something important to tell you while you were on your way to the park, your mind wandered off in imagination. Does he want to return to the superhero business? Has he seen the way that you’ve been looking at the families in hopes of starting your own with him? At this point, you were nearly as nervous as the blushing young man that you were holding hands with.

Your boyfriend seemed to notice the growing tension in your visage, from your brows furrowed tightly, to the beads of nervous sweat bubbling below your hairline. The scarab took notice as well, reporting that your heart rate had begun to spike. “Baby, you okay?” he asked in a soothing voice as you got to the bench that the two of you always sat on.

“Hermosa(o), if I was going to talk to you about something bad then I wouldn’t bring you here,” the brunette chuckled. He knew how much this park had meant to you. This was the place where he first said that he loved you. You were here when he had asked you to buy a place with him. And here was where he was going to ask you to marry him.

He stood up from the bench to kneel down in the pale green grass in front of you, taking your palm and rubbing small circles on the top. You couldn’t believe it, he was going to ask you to marry him. Your free hand instinctively went up to your eyes to wipe away the few tears of joy that were starting to form. He hasn’t even said anything and you were already the happiest person in the world.

“Y/N, I love you so much,” Jaime started, pulling out a blue, velvet box of the pocket of his jeans. “Will you marry me?” You practically screamed a 'yes’ in response as he slipped the diamond lined band onto your left hand.

You were both about to meet in a loving embrace when Khaji Da spoke to Jaime, 'Maybe now would be a suitable time to mate.’