i want to go back and forget about the ending and just stop reading here while most people are still alive


So basically dating this one-of-a-kind wartortle would include:

  • well you’re one of the luckiest people alive cause you got yourself a PERFECT boyfriend
  • such boyfriend material, I can’t even
  • he would be so sweet and caring towards you 
  • and he would basically do anything for you and i mean ANYTHING 
  • like you could kill someone and he would keep his mouth shut and help you get rid of the body 
  • because he loves you the most and he wants you to be happy 
  • would spoil you and show you so much affection when you two are alone
  • is literally as lost as a puppy without his owner when you are not around 
  • although when you’re out he isn’t much of a PDA fan, but would always have you close to him, hold your hand while playing with your fingers
  • he would comment about how beautiful you are quite often and how well you match together and just lots of cheesy things 
  • “do you see how perfect your hand fits in mine?” 
  • “you look really beautiful today”
  • would like calling you pet names; the obvious: “baby”, “love”, “sweetheart” 
  • and since he’s wartortle, he would probably call you his “jigglypuff” cause it’s just as cute as you are
  • does aegyo for you when you’re sad or angry cause he knows your like it 
  • since he likes playing video games so much he would always ask you to play with him 
  • and if you weren’t into it he would offer to teach you 
  • also you guys would watch so much anime and read so many mangas 
  • that by the end of the year you would have a growing collection and no space to put new books  
  • your dates would be really chill, like going to the movies or the park 
  • he would always want to pay for everything and wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer 
  • on special occasions though he would take you out on a fancy dinner 
  • like you’d come home from classes or work and find a note on your bed which says 
  • “hey beautiful, sorry I couldn’t make it to lunch today. I’m picking you up at 8, wear something nice. I love you the most”
  • although he pings me as someone who would be quite uncomfortable going to fancy parties, I think he would only enjoy them if you were with him 
  • like company dinners for example, would be so boring without you; but once you’re there he would have this huge smile plastered on his face
  • “wanna get out of here?” 
  • and you agree so you follow him to the rooftop 
  • and it would be like a scene out of a movie; just you two standing on the cold pavement and he gives you his jacket cause it would be windy 
  • and you end up talking about the two of you and your secrets, your insecurities, future, past, present and every subject there is 
  • “i wish you’d be mine forever, i’m never going to let you go”
  • “i can’t believe you’re so perfect. how did i even manage to make you fall in love with me?”
  • “you know I love you so much, Y/N. I would literally fight the whole world for you”
  • “just stay with me forever and I don’t need anything else”
  • he would always make sure you ate, sleep well and take care of yourself so he would constantly check up on you even if he is busy practicing 
  • and the problem with onibugi is that he cares so much about the others that he forgets about himself 
  • so you have to remind him to take care of him too since you don’t want him to get sick or hurt himself from training too hard
  • he isn’t one to speak about his concerns often, but you can always tell if something is bothering him 
  • he would still deny it though and you have to assure him that everything is gonna be ok and you believe in him and you’re so proud of him 
  • cause I think besides the whole “nation’s leader” image he has pretty low self-esteem and needs constant reassurance from you that he’s doing well
  • always hugs you when you sleep together 
  • and sometimes it would be really hot and you would move away from him 
  • but 5 seconds later he is scooting closer and cuddling you again  
  • he pings me at someone who would be into creating an atmosphere rather than just having sex cause he is horny
  • he has medium leaning towards high stamina 
  • now this man right here… this man makes love; he does not have sex or fuck; Kim Jonghyun makes love to you
  • and he doesn’t make love only to your body; he also does it to your soul and mind 
  • personally I believe sex would be mind-blowing and not because he is a god in bed (which is 50% why) but he takes so much care with his actions and cherishes every part of your body and takes his time with everything
  • just telling you how much he loves your arms, abdoment, eyes, mouth, legs, everything 
  • and if you were to be insecure because let’s say you got stretch marks on your body or some other minor faults he would be the sweetest guy 
  • “baby, I don’t care, you’re so beautiful with and without them” 
  • “you don’t have to worry, you’re perfect, you’re amazing, you’re my love” 
  • always making sure you get to come and are pleasured 
  • he would be more of a giver than receiver in terms of oral; he wants you to feel good and doesn’t care much about himself 
  • quite vocal; would like calling your name a lot, a soft moaner with deep grunts and lots of: 
  • “fuck, babe”
  • “oh my god this feels amazing”
  • “you’re so perfect, don’t stop baby” 
  • I also think he’d be into lazy, morning sex 
  • like you just woke up and you’re cuddling while kissing each other
  • and then one of his hands travel lower towards your hips and when you don’t stop him his fingers go straight to your core and start massaging it 
  • and then all of your clothes are on the floor as he is thrusting slowly, lazily
  • he would enjoy hearing your soft moans as he kisses your neck 
  • would LOVE for you to ride him as he gets to look at you and play with your chest and have his fingers on your hips or ass 
  • he’s a switch and doesn’t ping me as someone who would be overly dominant 
  • his dominant side will only show if he is jealous or if you are trying to make him jealous on purpose 
  • then, good luck to you cause you’re gonna be sore the whole week 
  • he would take whenever and wherever as he groans “you’re mine and only mine” in your ear
  • he would like it for you to be in charged, I think he secretly enjoys it so much 
  • like if you were to straddle him and take control 
  • “you’re not allowed to touch me, jonghyun. now be a good boy”
  • he would bite his lips visibly horny and it would take so much force for him not to touch you 
  • while you kiss every inch of his body and ride him slowly, teasingly 
  • until he is so desperate that he is begging for you to let him touch you 
  • and when you do, he flips you over and stares at you with dark eyes 
  • “i’ve been waiting so long for this, baby” 
  • quite vanilla though; I think he wouldn’t be very open to trying rough bdsm or anything that may possibly harm you because he cares too much about you 
  • as for his kinks, I don’t know why but I think he would really like food play, shower sex (SO MUCH, SO HOT), blindfolds, lace, dry humping
  • he would like seeing you in pretty lingerie, that would make him want to treat you like a princess 
  • says “I love you” a lot when you are doing it and always when you are done
Doodle | Jungkook

genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, a nice pinch of angst if you squint, soulmate!au, slight artist!jungkook

word count: 1,655 i tried

description: “soulmate!au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well”

warning: cuss words, innocent baby kook becomes fuckboy kook

i got inspiration for this post from a text post about a list of soulmate!au ideas, couldn’t find it though yikes.

Originally posted by nnochu

Soulmates. A term to describe two people that were born for each other– a term so strong in this world it would be completely unacceptable to call anyone that unless you share the same markings on your skin.

The day you learned what soulmates were exactly and how your world viewed soulmates was the day you first began to notice how once in a while, little doodles that looked like they were made by a ballpoint pen etched their way onto the skin of your arms and hands. You had just turned eight and as all eight year olds are, you was curious. You approached your mother and asked her about it and she squealed in joy. That day, both of your parents sat you down and explained that there was another person somewhere out there, that was drawing that exact design on their skin and that they were your soulmate. At the time, you didn’t exactly understand what they were saying but as you grew older, you began to understand what a soulmate exactly is. 

By the age of 15, you would stare at your skin in awe and wonder during class as small but intricate drawings slowly spread across your forearm. You would always look forward to what your assumed soulmate would come up with next. However, you never really thought to draw anything on your own skin as you were so encompassed and enthralled by the little sketches that would decorate your entire left arm. 

After many. many years of having doodles fill up your arm, you began to learn about the person that was considered your soulmate. He was right-handed for sure, as the drawings only appeared on your left arm. He was also very creative because no drawing had ever been the same. But, there was almost always a star involved which showed he enjoyed the night sky. He also drew constellations. Slowly, you found myself falling for this boy you had never talked to, but only seen the drawings that he would sketch out.

When you were nearing the end of senior year in high school, your mom began to bug you about writing a time and date and place on your skin so this mysterious boy and you could finally meet up but every time you would tell her that if it really was fate, you both would meet without arranging a meeting.

Once you hit sophomore year of college, the drawings stopped. It was like he had dropped off the face of the earth. After two weeks of no drawings, marks, even just small doodles that used to appear every single day, you began to freak out. You thought that the boy that was your apparent soulmate had died. But then a phone number appeared on your skin at 11 on a Friday evening. And then another one the next day. And then another one the next Friday. And another. And another. Some of them came with hearts and others came with blatant phrases like “let’s fuck another time” or “call me for another round, baby.” It absolutely broke your heart once you saw the first message and you began to realize that maybe, the man that you thought would be your soulmate thought that it was complete bullshit.

After that night, you never dared look at your arms and always wore long sleeve, never wanting to see the amount of phone numbers or “love notes.” Now, you’ve completely blocked your so-called “soulmate” from your mind and began to go out more and hang out with friends.

You woke up one morning and looked at the clock. “Fuck!” you exclaimed as you shot out of bed, realizing that you were an hour late to your morning class. You rushed to get ready, grumbling to yourself about how you need to get a new alarm clock that actually wakes you up on time. You rushed out of the dormitories after grabbing your backpack and began to speed-walk to the building where your classes were on campus. But, of course with your luck, you were stopped by a friend.

“Heyyy! Y/N!” Yoona– your friend– called out once she saw you, grabbing your arm.

You looked over to her in a rush and nodded, “Hi, Yoona, what is it? Sorry, I’m in a big rush.”

She nodded in understanding and got to the point, “Are you still on for coffee at the new cafe downtown at 3″

“Shoot! I totally forgot!” you cursed to yourself, “I’ll be there but I completely forgot what it’s called and I’ll most likely forget the time.”

“Don’t worry! I can just write it on your hand,” she offered, already grabbing a pen and your hand and writing down the name of the cafe and the time to meet before you could protest. She said a quick goodbye and let you be on your way. You read your hand and shrugged, realizing that even if your “soulmate” saw it, he wouldn’t even care. You then rushed into class.

Ever since Jungkook was little and had heard about the whole soulmate thing when he was six, he began to avidly practice drawing on pieces of paper so he could impress what he called his “future wife.” Once he was eight, he finally gained enough courage to begin to draw on his skin to start telling his soulmate that he was alive and here. He continued to draw every single day on his skin for the rest of the week, hoping he would get a drawing back. Sadly, he didn’t. Instead of jumping to the worst conclusion, he was hopeful and thought that it was because she was also practicing her drawing for him. Little did he know that the one who was his soulmate was just so fascinated in his drawings that she never thought to draw any back.

Years passed and Jungkook’s faith in soulmates slowly began to fade away. In high school, he believed that his soulmate was never even born, or had died early and that he didn’t deserve “true love.” But because of hope, he continued all throughout high school. It wasn’t until sophomore year of college did his friend Taehyung tell him to give up, as it was tearing Jungkook up so much. Taehyung began to introduce Jungkook to the party scene so he could forget all about the ‘dumb idea of a soulmate’ as Taehyung put it– although he was a complete believer in true love, he only did it for Jungkook’s sake.

After partying for two weeks and not drawing anything on his skin during that time, he slowly pushed back the thoughts of true love and began to focus on a temporary love.. in other words, a temporary lust. He started with flirting which he had never done before other than to a mirror or his friend to practice for when he met his soulmate and once he was confident enough, he began to invite him home. Many girls wrote numbers on his wrists and no one would ever see him without a girl on his arm whether it be at a party, or on campus. If someone did see him without a girl right next to him, it was when he was in front of them and telling them that they were done, without an expression on his face. He soon developed the nickname “Iceboy” due to his icy and cold appearance and heart.

A couple months later and he was still at it, but this time he had a different girl every night and maybe even two or three a day. While chatting up a girl in the hallway of a class building– having her against the wall as he propped up against the wall with his own arm– he saw something slowly appear on his arm. His eyes widened and he stopped what he was saying to stare at the thick black lines of words on the back of his hand. He realized that the thing written on his hand was a place and time, and it could’ve only been written by– no, no way– his soulmate! He looked at his watch and realized the time written on his hand was only five minutes away and he immediately pushed himself off of the wall and made his way to the parking lot where his car sat. Of course, the girl that he had against the wall called out his named in her whiny, high pitched voice but he ignored it, persistent to see if he really did have a soulmate. 

He hopped in the car, pulling out his phone and typing in the destination’s name to get instructions on where to go. He followed the directions into this quaint but modern-type cafe and made his way inside.

He looked around, noting that there was only two girls sitting at a table and a family sitting on the couch. He kept his eyes on the girls and grabbed a Sharpie from his bag. His eyes traveled down to her hand that lied on the desk and began drawing one of his favorite constellations right on the back of his other hand. He watched her glance down at her hand and gasp before slowly bringing her hand up to look at the drawing that began to appear. A smile pushed past his lips as he began to walk towards her quickly. He placed his hands on the table, showing both of the same exact matching markings on their hands. He could feel his heart quicken once their eyes met and he found himself not wanting to look away. He lost his breath before another grin framed his lips.

He took a deep breath before saying the words that he’s wanted to say for a very long time. 

“I finally found you.”

motherofthecoven  asked:

Your writing is a god send (hehe). Could I possibly request some Icarus au angst? I don't know why but I want to see my favourite trio sad.

Apollo places one elegant finger in his book to mark the place and sighs softly as he looks over at where Icarus is napping on the couch, and Helios knows that Apollo’s picturing the kid dead.

It’s not as though it was some big secret that Icarus will die someday. To the contrary; the gods have known since the beginning – before the beginning, really. They’ve known, even before they were aware of Icarus’ reincarnation, that all mortals are now condemned to age and die. No more gifts of immortality for favorites. And to make it unquestionably final, even Zeus himself has followed this order.

At the time – this was a few decades after the spectacular debacle of the Trojan War – they’d all seen the sense in it, though a little sullenly. They had allowed the mortals to manipulate them into taking sides against each other, with consequences that had left a mark for quite a while.  So the gates had been shut forever after that – Ganymede was the last human to be immortalized.

There were other rules, about the limits of their interaction with humans, but most pertinent to Apollo at this moment is the rule about Dead Mortals.

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anonymous asked:

Gramander where Newt needs to wear glasses and he overhears a random auror talking about how dorky he looks or how the glasses take away what little good looks he has (which is total crap because he is of course the most adorable/beautiful person alive!) and he gets really self conscious and thinks that he needs to change and stop wearing them or he won't good enough to be with graves...but the problem is he hates the idea/feel of contacts. Eventual happy ending :)

I have to add a picture of Eddie with glasses bc he’s just cute AF!

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Blog Appreciation Post 1K

Guys I reached 1k. 1000 people are following me, like it’s a dream right? When I first started this blog, I had no idea such amazing people like you would end up liking my stuff and follow me. You are all awesome; it wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. And to celebrate it, I’m gonna do a blog appreciation thing, in which I’ll thank everyone that helped me in some point in my life, for the writing and for personal stuff I’ve been through. Writing in English and posting my stuff on Tumblr was a dream months ago, but now it’s a reality and I can’t be happier.

(There’s a lot of people. Maybe there are people I’m forgetting and I’m super sorry, but I really tried thanking everybody. I wish I could talk with single one of you but I’m so shy and awkward!)

Also thanks to all my followers. The shy ones like the active one. I wouldn’t be there without you, all of you. If your name is not listed don’t worry, I still love you! I love all of you!

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Creepypasta #1174: Don’t Follow The Fiddler

Length: Long

When I was a child, I would spend my summers in my grandparent’s old cabin in the woods, deep in the valleys of eastern Norway. My grandmother grew up in the area, and would tell me horrible tales of the underground people, to scare me away from breaking the rules, to keep me safe when I played alone around the cabin. Let’s just say that recent events has made me consider that these might have been more than old fashioned campfire stories to scare a young child. Don’t worry, you don’t have to read all that. You should read this though. The more you know, right?

Well, here’s the story. Just like my grandmother would tell it.


I was young, then. Very young. And it was long before I ever met your grandfather, I want you to remember that when you hear the story, ok?

I was all alone at the farm. Did you ever see the farm? Did we sell it before you were born? I can’t remember. It was in the next valley over from this one. The woods were the same as here though. Tall, dark, fir trees. So easy for someone to hide. Something to hide. And they did hide there, the somethings. They still do. Oh dear, where was I. Oh. My parents were poor. Back then we rented the little piece of land. We grew some potatoes and owned some hens. Later, a few cows. Nothing like these huge subsidized farms we have these days. Oh, what my father could have done if someone only helped him. Well, that’s not the story I’m tellin’, so just forget about all that.

I was all alone on the farm, my parents had gone to market. My brothers had gone to America to try their luck, as poor people did in those days. Died over there too, but that’s neither here nor there. I was alone on the farm. Stop me if I start rambling again, will you?

Well, I was out on the marsh, picking cloudberries. Those days we needed all the food we could get. It had been a beautiful, sunny day, which was drawing to an end. I looked wistfully at the forest as the wet marsh started seeping through my left shoe. I moved to a different patch of berries, hoping it’d be a drier experience.

Then I heard it. Faint, far away, but clear as day. A fiddle. Now, I always loved the sound of the fiddle. I didn’t get to hear it very often. Every once in a while, a fiddler would come to our little village, and if father was feeling generous, I’d get to go to the dance. That’s how I met your grandfather, too. But that’s another story for another day. I heard the fiddle. I was curious, I wanted to know who was playing a fiddle out here.

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A lady all the way from the North

Pairing: Petyr Bealish x Reader

Words: 2138


“A lady all the way from the North… I wonder what brings you down to the capital.”
You had been walking the corridors before Lord Baelish had cornered you. He wasn’t physically blocking your way or anything, yet there seemed no way to just walk past. He had this way of looking at people, all open, friendly and well… curious.
“Lord Stark thought it fit to bring me with his daughters, my lord.” You replied close enough to the truth without giving anything away.
“Ah but why?” Lord Baelish tilted his head to the side, looking even more curious. Which was ridiculous if what you heard about the man so far was true. There was no way he didn’t know why Lord Eddard Stark had decided to bring his young ward south.
“A mystery to you and me both.” You replied smoothly. You certainly wouldn’t play his games. The man was not to be trusted. 

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Got7 Reacts to You Being Catcalled and It Triggering You

Hey guys! Omg, I reached 300 followers!! I’m going to work on those texts today and try to upload at least one or two today. Please, just be patient with me :). Okay, so I may or may not destroy a few of you with this one because the fan service is strong in this one….. As always, if there’s anything you want to see; reaction, scenario, or text; please send me a request! I love writing what you want to see! Now, lets get into this, shall we?


     Anonymous:  Hiii! Can you do a got7 or BTS reaction to you having a breakdown/panic attack because someone cat called you at the store and it triggered you? (Sorry something like this happened and I thought this might make me/other people feel better 😅)

For this one, like the BTS one, they are with you when it happens. This is all based on my own experience with my friend and physical touch seems to help her so that is what I’m basing it on.

1. Mark (These gifs are amazing, and he is so beautiful, and I love him….)

     Mark would be super pissed that anyone thought it was okay to talk to you that way. He wouldn’t want to cause a scene though, so he would just take your hand and squeeze it, quietly leading you from the store. He would get into the backseat of the car and pull your back against his chest, just holding you.
     "We’ll go back in after a while. For now, just let me hold you so we can both catch our breathe,“ Mark says softly in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder,” I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything to stop that, baby.“

2. Jaebum

     Jaebum would snap at the person, his expression livid. His anger would make him want to yell at that person for a long time, but he knew that he needed to take care of you. He would lead you to the car and drive you both home, trying to cool his anger. At home, he would slump on the couch and release a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the couch. After a moment, he would open his eyes and hold his hand out to you.
     "Come here, baby,” He would take your hand and pull you against his side, rubbing his hand up and down your arm,“ I’m sorry, Jagi. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. Are you okay? Assholes like that shouldn’t be allowed to go outside around other people.”

3. Jackson

     Jackson would want to be angry but he knows that his anger won’t fix anything. He would take you to an empty part of the store and just hold you for a while, rubbing his hand up and down your back. Once you feel a little better, he would get everything you needed and drive you both back home. Back in your apartment, he would sit you on the couch and lean down to press a soft kiss against your lips.
     "I’m going to go make dinner. Just find a movie or show you want to watch and I’ll bring it to you when it’s done. Food always helps you feel better,“ Jackson smiles his cheeky little smile and kisses you one more time,” I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.

4. Jinyoung

     Jinyoung would not be happy, but he wouldn’t end up yelling. Mama Jinyoung wants to lecture the idiot on the proper way to talk to another living person, but protective boyfriend Jinyoung knows that now is not the time to do that. He would take your hand and squeeze it and press a kiss to the back of your hand. He would drive to your favorite ice cream shop and buy you whatever you wanted and then stop at your favorite restaurant to order dinner.
     "We can cuddle on the couch and have dinner. After dinner, I’ll give you a shoulder massage if you want,“ Jinyoung reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek,” It’ll help you relax and forget about that dumbass. They’re just jealous that I have the perfect Jagiya.“

5. Youngjae

     Youngjae is not a confrontational person so he would be upset that he can’t stand up to someone who disrespected you like that. He would buy what you came for and load up the car, his expression dejected. He would be internally berating himself for not being stronger. At home, he would hug you as tightly as he could, just holding you for a while.
     "I’m sorry that I’m not stronger, Jagi,” Youngjae breathes, his voice shaky,“ I’m sorry that I couldn’t stand up to him, that I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I promise to be better in the future and to do my best to protect you. Next time this happens, call me, text me, facetime me, whatever you can manage and I will be there as soon as I can. I don’t care if I’m on tour or a show, I will do whatever I can to be there for you.”

6. BamBam

     Lets just say, if looks could kill, BamBam would be a murderer. He would stare the asshole straight in the eyes as he gives you the most passionate kiss he possibly could, his expression challenging the idiot to say anything else. He would put his arm around you and tuck you against his side, leading you out of the store. He would lean against the car, still holding you in his arms.
     “So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to forget about that asshole and I’m going to take you shopping for some new clothes. Then you’re going to get dressed up and wear that dress that you haven’t had an excuse to wear yet and we’re gonna go to a really nice dinner, okay?“ BamBan presses butterfly kisses along your jaw before letting you go so he can hold the car door open for you.

7. Yugyeom (This gif is so rude!! Why do I do these things!!)

     Yugyeom is about ready to fight a bitch, but He knows that it will just cause more problems for you. He would end up driving you both to the dorm, which would confuse you. He would lead you inside and sit you in front of their tv, handing you a controller. He would turn on a zombie game, taking his own controller and sitting next to you.
     "Whenever I’m upset, I don’t like to be alone and I usually want to kill things, so, we’re killing two birds with one stone. You just keep killing things and I’ll keep you alive. I texted Jungkook and he’s going to pick up snacks and drop by later,” Yugyeom brushes his thumb along your jawline, meeting your eyes,“ It’s better to be surrounded by people who love you than to listen to the words of some idiot spewing nonsense. Trust me on this one? You know Jungkookie and I will help you relax.”

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I loved you

Warnings: Fluff, angst… THIS IS VERY SAD OK?

A/N: this isn’t a request, i was listening to charlie puth and this came into my mind. SO I RECOMMEND TO LISTEN TO HIS SONG CALLED DANGEROUSLY WHILE READING THIS

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You couldn’t be more nervous. It was going to be your first time singing live on TV. The Grammys. Who would have told the 12 year-old you that you were going to sing in the most important music awards. Nobody would’ve believed you.

In the last three month you met a lot of new people, you had new friends. And all because of him.

Joshua William Dun. The boy who broke your heart because he was scared to hurt you. It was so ironic. He left you because he didn’t want you to suffer but you did. He broke you in a million pieces.

This was only four months on from when he said goodbye to you. And it was going to be the first time that you two see each other after all that time. He was there, among the public, waiting to see the next performance. It was yours.

A member of the staff came next to you to remind that you had to be on stage in two minutes.

It felt like a second. When you realised that you were down the stage, you wanted to start crying. The only thing that you needed for the performance was the microphone, no decorations, no dancers. It was just you.

When the applauses ended, you had to start talking. “It’s such an honor to be here tonight.” your voice cracked. “Specially because there’s a lot of important people in here watching me. I feel really lucky.”

The people started to applaud you again.

“I wanted to sing something special tonight. And I have to thank my good friend Charlie for letting me make a version of his song.” you took a breath. “A long time ago I met a person who made me feel the most important person in this world. He made me feel confident and great about myself. But everything ended in a painful way. I was in pain even though he didn’t do that to hurt me.”

My eyes started to tear in the same moment that his eyes caught mine. Josh was there, standing up next to Tyler and he looked as sad as I was. He knew that every word that I’d say was about him.

“But maybe this is what happens when you love someone dangerously.”

Then, the song started.

Every single word reminded you of him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the most beautiful moments that you lived with Josh. Fights, makeups, kisses… You were reminding everything.

“Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going. Didn’t care if the explosion ruined me.” That couldn’t be more true. Maybe your relationship went a little bit too fast, but it was enough for you. You felt loved by someone and that was amazing.

“It was a matter of time.” It was? Yeah, probably.

Everybody in the public seemed to be feeling the sadness in you voice. You could even saw some people crying. And one of those persons was Josh. Tyler was rubbing his arm trying to comfort him, but it wasn’t enough.Josh wanted to jump into the stage and hug you until the end of the days. Tell you that he regretted everything that he said and did in the same moment that he crossed your house’s door. Josh just wanted you to be with him again.

When you finished the song, the whole crowd erupted in applause. In any way, that comforted you a bit. You smiled when a lot of people started shouting your name and some others were crying even more than you.

“Thank you so much!” your attempt to sound happy didn’t went really well, your voice cracked again.

While walking out of the stage you cleaned some tears that were rolling down your cheeks with your hand. The first person that you saw in backstage was Charlie, whose eyes were red.

“Please, tell me that you haven’t cried.” you smiled while hugging him.

“I’ve cried with my own song, (Y/N). It wouldn’t be that sad if I didn’t know the story behind your tears.” he put a hand on your face. “You’ve done it. And you’re here. Alive.”

“Just on the outside.” Charlie shook his head. “It sounded very dramatic. Forger it.”

Your friend kissed you in the forhead. “Go to your dressing room and get relaxed. You deserve it.”

“I love you.”

“Not as much as I do, little one.”

His words made you smile. He was right. You just needed to get relaxed in your dressing room, forget about everything just for a couple of minutes.

Some other people congratulated you while they saw you walking down the backstage. Fortunately your dressing room wasn’t too far from the stage. The first thing that you did once you were all alone was take your shoes off and throw them away.

“You look so beautiful.” a voice said behind you. His voice.

You turned around instantly and your eyes met his. “What are you doing here, Josh?”

“I couldn’t stay there and act like nothing has happened. I needed to see you. And god, you’re so beautiful (Y/N).”

“Josh, don’t. Please.” you turned away from he. “Not now, after all this time.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry about what happened. I didn’t want to do it, I promise.”

“Then, why you did it, Josh?!” you screamed. You had just exploded. “You left me all alone, with my heart completely shattered by something so stupid! Why, Josh?”

“Cause I was scared! I was scared to hurt you and scared of – not being the man that you deserve.”

The tears started to roll down your cheeks again. “Why would you think that? You’re the best person that I’ve ever met. And I loved you, Josh! More than everything.”

Loved?” he sounded sad. “That means that you don’t love me anymore?”

“No. It doesn’t mean anything. I still loving you.”

Josh tried to grab your hand but you pulled back. “No. I just can’t forgive you. Not after all this time.”

“Why? (Y/N) I regret everything! I love you and you’re the one who I will always love.”

“If you love me that much – Why didn’t you just came back? I waited for you for more than a month! Sleeping with my phone on my hands just to get sure that if you called me I could answer the call. I was willing to forgive you, Josh.”

He put his head down. “But not now. All this fucked my head up. And now I just want to be alone. I’m sorry Josh, but this is the time when I’m the one who’s scared.”

The Absence of Blame: A Castle Fic

Prompted by @inkstainedcoffeecup: In 8x12 ‘The Blame Game’, one of them is injured in the final room.

It goes wrong so suddenly that she doesn’t even notice. 

She’s too focused on getting the gun away, on subduing Brandon before he can do something to hurt one of them that the ding of the bullet against metal escapes her entirely. The groan of pain is muffled against her struggle for the gun, the thud of a body onto the floor disguised by Brandon’s own trip onto the unforgiving concrete. 

It’s only the flare of surprise in the mastermind’s eyes that alert her to anything being amiss, that bright flicker followed by a twinkle of pleasure that sends her stomach rolling with anxiety. 

Training demands that she keep the gun pointed on her suspect, just as it begins to bleed through the rush of adrenaline at living to survive for another day and tell her that something has gone horribly, drastically wrong. 

The absence of movement, the gasping intake of a breath, a groan that isn’t quite muffled enough in the room. The dark, wet patch that teases at the corner of her vision, a steady spread over one of countless dress shirts that her fingers have touched over the years. 

Her heart leaps into her throat, panic at war with the rest of her. Instinct and fear for her husband demand that she put down the gun and rush to his side, but her training won’t allow it. She cannot be a wife, not yet. For a few minutes she has to be a cop, to neutralize the threat and give herself and Castle the best chance for survival. 

Not that it stops the whimper from slipping out of her mouth. The tears are still pricking at her eyes, a swell of regret and guilt held in the whisper of his given name on her lips. 

This is her fault. She should have been faster, should have lunged sooner and grabbed the gun before Brandon could ever fire off a shot. 

The guy is still sitting on the floor, docile and content. The horror rises up like a tidal wave, crashing into Kate with a force that’s replaced with swift rage. He’s grinning, eyes riveting to the man bleeding out from a wound that she’s not quite managed to look at. He’s grinning and proud of what he’s done, proud that he’s managed to hurt at least one of them. 

She lifts the rifle before it’s really a conscious thought, anger slicing her open with white hot fingers that are insistent on meeting violence with violence. She could pistol whip him in a second, leave him out cold and buy herself time to attend to her husband. For that matter, she could shoot him point blank and ensure no one has to deal with Brandon again.

Kate resists both ideas, ignoring the tug that demands retribution and the steadily growing grief of a wife who might be forced to watch her husband slip away. 

She won’t think about it. Can’t think about it. This can’t be where it ends, with the two of them locked in a room with a sociopath with a perchance for mind games while they’re still separated and, by sheer avoidance towards the subject, on the path to a divorce in the minds of most people. 

It can’t end like this, not when she has so much to make up for. Not when they have so many things left to share. 

“Get up,” she growls, kicking out towards Brandon’s feet to urge him from the floor. His hesitation snaps the fragile band of her patience, further tests her tolerance about manhandling the man that shot her husband, and she reaches out to haul him from the floor herself, adrenaline and sheer strength ensuring that he rises to his feet with relative ease. “You walk over there and you stand with your back against the wall.” 

The push is unnecessary, but it makes her feel better nonetheless, that physical display siphoning off enough of her rage that Kate can find her focus. Brandon goes without complaint, those eyes still fever bright when she kneels beside Castle, fumbling with one hand to loosen the belt that’s fastened at his waist. 

It tugs at her heart that there is no wry grin or teasing come on about where her hands are while they work at undoing the leather strap. Rick should be smiling at her, those gorgeous blue eyes sparkling with that ridiculous combination of mischief, love, and lust that always manages to do it for her.

She tries not to think about how pale he is, how still he remains as the pool of blood grows while she works the belt through the loops, freeing it from the constraints of his pants with a bit of pushing and shoving. There is some comfort that there is no blood underneath his body, the bullet plugging the wound that seems to be embedded in his shoulder. Not life threatening, not unless he bleeds out before help comes. 

Help has to come. It has to. 

“Turn around,” she orders to Brandon, gun in one hand and the belt in the other. It takes another shove with the hand containing the accessory to get him to turn, the man’s chest smacking with a bit too much force into the wall. But Kate ties his hands with the belt, wrapping and knotting a configuration that would take some work to get himself out of. 

He sits without being instructed, back to the docile person that he’d pretended to be before the final room and their complete disregard for his rules. 

Maybe, on some level, that’s who he is. The man underneath all the damage and anger over the choices his parents made. 

She can’t focus on it. There just isn’t enough room in her heart and her mind to worry about the actions of a man who will soon spend the rest of his life in some form of imprisonment, be it Rikers or a mental facility. All she can think about is Rick, of how he’s beginning to stir from his spot on the floor, mouth contorted in a pain that she understands far too well. 

“Hey, babe, it’s okay,” she’s kneeling at his side in an instant, fingers gentle and soothing through the mussed strands of his hair. “I’m right here, you’re gonna be okay. Just stay calm….help is coming, Rick. You’re gonna be fine….” 

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Bring Me Back, Part Two: Entanglement

WARNING: Depression (duh), character death (it won’t be a surprise), very mild language (nothing worse than I’ve written before), anorexia and self-harm (mentioned in the narrative but not directly seen), and Jack Harkness (definitely seen). This story might just be a little hard for some people to chew, so read cautiously. Also, just to help you understand the gravity, this is based off of real events in which I was basically this fic’s Jack Harkness.

Also, if I had actual drawing skills instead of just being a maker of tribal-looking paisley patterns, this would be the fic I would draw art for. SO MANY SAD DRAWINGS.

This MIGHT end up being four parts instead of three. I dunno. Shame on me.

More angst, but also some fluff at the end. But mostly angst. Original concept requested by @pianovata

In 1935, physicist Erwin Schrödinger created a theoretical experiment on a paradox of quantum physics, specifically quantum superposition. The experiment theorized a scenario in which a cat is held inside a steel box with a radioactive atom. Whether the cat lived or died was completely dependent upon whether the atom decayed (emitting deadly radiation) or remained stable. Since there is a fifty-fifty chance of either, as long as the cat remains in the box and therefore unobserved by another party, the cat is theoretically both alive and dead at the same time, because neither option can be confirmed or denied until the box is opened. Schrödinger termed this kind of experiment as Verschränkung, which means entanglement.

The Doctor screamed.

He went out. No, he really went out. Not to scream at the skies (well, that hadn’t been the plan), or to exact revenge upon Cybermen (been there, done that). He just went out. Exploring. The Doctor, as usual, but with just a bit more alone-ness than there ought to have been. But that was okay. He needed the alone, because he couldn’t handle togetherness quite yet. Not without you. He thought of going to see Donna and Wilf, but he dismissed the thought when he realized that they would ask where you were. Then they would be mourning too, not to mention that they would both fuss over him horribly. He didn’t want to be fussed over.

He ended up on a planet known for its long nights and amazing night skies. He had been there before, plenty of times, to see the famous stars that danced on blue ink. He had never brought you here, but he had planned to. It was where he wanted to propose to you.

A cliff-side in the middle of fall season was the Doctor’s preferred observation spot. Still warm enough to be comfortable but cold enough that you would have snuggled up against him for warmth. That’s what you would have done. He knew you would have. And you would have liked this place. And you would have liked stargazing with him, and you would have listened while he babbled random trivia about the alien constellations, and whether or not you understood it, you still would have made him feel like the cleverest man in the universe.

Would you have stayed awake all night? He had to wonder, even as he nestled into the soft grass that smelled like pine so that he could gaze up at the glittering sky. Or would you have fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder? And if that had happened, would he have stayed there with you until morning so that you could wake under the planet’s vibrant sunrises, or would he have carried you back to the TARDIS and tucked you in?

A tear rolled down the side of the Doctor’s face and got caught in his sideburn, tickling wetly against his skin. He harshly pawed at his face to rid himself of the sticky tear-track, but even as he did, his eyes stung with fresh tears that burned and welled up and out so that they could streak hotly against his skin.

His lip was wobbling, he realized. His whole face was folding, squinting, trying to rid itself of tears that burned his eyes and were too hot for his skin. The stars above him blurred and he turned onto his side and curled into the fetal position, pressing his face into his sleeves.

“Stop it!” he gasped harshly on a sobbing exhale, humiliated as the tears poured freely and made his sleeves damp. “Stop it, damn you!”

The TARDIS sang a mourning song and the Doctor screamed.

Out, said the TARDIS, out, out, out, out.

“No,” snapped the Doctor, scratching at the stubble on his chin that had grown unchecked in his negligence. “No.”


The Doctor threaded his fingers through his limp, un-groomed hair. His tie was askew, falling off, his clothes were rumpled and unwashed, and there was still blood on his jacket from where you had gotten a nasty cut on the forehead and he had used his jacket to stop the bleeding. He hadn’t meant to let himself fall so completely to pieces, but it had just been so easy to forget, especially without you there to remind him. He hadn’t eaten since… before. Before when, he wasn’t sure, but it had been long enough that the hunger pains had stopped and he no longer felt it. The empty space in his gut was gone, too. It had tightened up and swallowed itself. The idea of eating made him fell a bit sick.


“No, you stupid machine.”

He had been doing better. He really had. But his most recent breakdown had left him worse off than before.


The TARDIS turned on every single alarm that she had until the Doctor was forced to leave in order to escape the noise.

Her name was River Song. When she saw him, she gasped, pressing her hand to her painted mouth as her eyes filled with shine. It was pity and it was terrible and the Doctor hated it. He knew he looked a fright. He had shaved, yes, and gotten his suit into halfway-decent shape, but the shadows under his eyes were dark, like he had taken a few hits, and his skin was pasty and clinging and that the hollows of his cheeks and the spaces between his ribs had drawn in, making him look like he ought to be on a mortician’s slab.

She hugged him, held him close, and he struggled away. He was not for her. He was for you. She didn’t get to hold him that way. And it hurt. Her hands traveled down his sides, stinging the red lines where he had dug his nails into his skin and dragged them across the dipping planes of his sunken ribcage.

That wasn’t the worst part of their meeting.

Professor Song whispered a name in his ear, and it was your name. The secret one, the Gallifreyan one that he had given to you when he decided that he wanted to marry you, the one that he whispered in your ear like a prayer, the one that he taught you how to say so that one day you would have an easier time pronouncing his true name. (Because he wanted to tell you, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted.) She shouldn’t have said that name, it wasn’t for her, and hearing it on the lips of someone other than you or himself made his empty gut twist painfully.

How do you know that name?" He was on the edge of the Oncoming Storm, right on the edge, waiting to fall and become rage and fury incarnate. It would be so easy. He was already falling. "How the hell do you know that name?!”

She smirked at him even as she prepared for her own death (and she was just like that, wasn’t she, that brokenhearted creature who prodded at the empty spaces of his body and just knew?). The death that should have been his. The death that he wanted. She was taking it like she expected no less. "Shouldn’t I know it?“

"That was the name I gave her,” he snarled, torn between hate and despair as she stole a secret that was his but then took it to her early grave of sacrifice in his place. "No one else knows that name, no one!“

She knows it,“ River said.

"She’s dead, damn you!”

There was a great deal of fuss after that. Handcuffs were definitely involved. He insisted, screamed, that time could be rewritten, that this could all be undone, that she could live if only she would just listen to him, but she didn’t listen.

“River, NO!”

“Goodbye, sweetie. You’ll see me again.”

She didn’t listen.

The Doctor didn’t like interventions. They were usually helpful to him, in the end, but while they happened, they could be very unpleasant and certainly unwelcome. Especially when they came from people who cared more about him than they cared about his privacy.

And if there was one thing Jack Harkness didn’t give a darn about, it was privacy.

“You’re a mess,” Jack said. He was in Captain Mode, the Doctor noticed with a painful prickle of irritation running up and down his spine and around his torso. “What the hell, Doc?”

“Get off my TARDIS,” the Doctor muttered, pulling away.

“Your TARDIS called me,” Jack said, tone not allowing for any measure of nonsense. The Doctor scowled, but Jack frowned right back at him. “I thought you were in trouble. I didn’t think you’d be this.”

The Doctor swayed on his feet for a moment, empty and cut under his suit. He felt scabs break and weep thin creases of blood into his skin, following rusty trails of blood that had run and dried in the days before. He reeked of blood, and it made his head spin and he flung himself forward, knocking into Jack’s side.

Jack took the blow and didn’t fall. The Doctor had no strength, no weight, and his whole body falling against Jack was nothing to the captain. The Doctor bit and scratched uselessly, trembling fists batting at Jack, while Jack wrapped one arm around the Doctor’s skinny middle and hauled.

“I’m not your punching bag,” Jack grunted, slapping the Doctor’s fists away as he dragged the smaller man out of the console room. “Just because you’re angry. Where’s your girlfriend, huh? Because if you tried to dump her for her own good, we are going right back and getting her, mister. Pray that she takes your miserable ass back after all the bull you’ve put her through.”

The Doctor whined like a broken electronic shutting down, curling his fingers into the captain’s coat.

“C'mon. How long has it been since you ate?”

“Dunno,” the Doctor murmured.

Jack kicked the door to the kitchen without waiting for the TARDIS to open it, dragging the Doctor at his side as the lights flickered on, dim and gentle. The Doctor dropped limply into a chair, supporting himself on the small dining table, while Jack pushed him into a position that might be more comfortable. He gripped the Doctor’s jaw gently, examining the hollowed face and cringing at what he found.

“You’re dehydrated,” Jack said sharply, scolding, like a worrisome mother who had caught her child playing in the snow without a coat. The Doctor didn’t respond.

The Doctor choked when Jack pressed something into his mouth and suddenly there was water, cold and crisp and filling his throat without being invited. He gagged, spewing water back up and allowing it to dribble out the side of his mouth, before his body suddenly remembered what water was like and how much he needed it. He swallowed greedily, burning his unused throat before soothing it with cool softness. Jack dabbed the spilled water off of his face, gentle, gentle, gentle with the spindly leftovers of what was once a great man.

“What happened, Doc?” Jack asked when the Doctor had finally had his fill of water. The Doctor huffed out small puffs of breath as the water soothed his insides, like a wash over a dirty floor. The dust in his systems was being cleared out.

“She’s gone,” the Doctor rasped.

The color drained from Jack’s face. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, and gasped silently like a fish as his knees trembled. He shook once, violently, before he reached out and gripped the Doctor’s bony arm with all the force of a vice. The Doctor whimpered and Jack immediately released his hold, snatching his hand back like the Doctor’s arm had become a snake.

“… How?” asked Jack.

The Doctor exhaled heavily. “Cybermen.”

Jack hissed angrily. “Did she… did she become one of them or did they… did they delete…?”

“I don’t….” The Doctor curled even further into himself than he already was, drawing his knees up to his chest. “I don’t know.”

At this, Jack stilled. He tilted his head to the side, eyes lighting up oddly. “You don’t… know.”


“You mean you didn’t see her die.”

“They took her away!” The Doctor snapped. “She couldn’t have escaped, she-”

“Nuh-uh!” Jack cut the Doctor off, jumping a little bit on his heels before he knelt face-to-face in front of the Doctor. “So in all likeliness, she’s dead.”

The Doctor snarled.

“Okay,” Jack continued, “but you didn’t see-”

The Doctor rallied strength that he shouldn’t have had and smacked Jack across the face.

“She’s dead, Jack,” the Doctor whimpered, withdrawing as Jack rubbed the red side of his otherwise perfect face. “She’s dead and I don’t know how they did it but I know it hurt her and I know she was afraid and I know she probably died wondering why I didn’t come to save her and I don’t want to know any more.”

Jack stared. The Doctor stared back, brown eyes unable to shed tears.

And then a small smile graced Jack’s face. “Now, Doc, I’m surprised at you. You’re always talking about what a superior Time Lord you are, but you didn’t think of Schrödinger’s cat. Shame one you.”

The Doctor blinked rapidly. “What?”

“Schrödinger’s. Cat.” Jack booped the Doctor on the nose. “Y'know. With equal chances of death and survival, the cat is theoretically both alive and dead as long as it remains unobserved?”

“I know what Schrödinger’s Cat is, Jack, but I don’t-”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Jack scolded. “You didn’t see the cat. The cat is dead, but it is also alive. And this would be completely inapplicable, however… I have a Vortex Manipulator, and you have a big Time Machine. Schrödinger would be insanely jealous.”

Jack jumped up to his feet, bouncing as he went, and snatched a banana off of the counter, which he tossed to the Doctor. The Doctor caught it, barely, and couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to look at Jack or the banana.

“You eat at least three bites of that before I get back,” Jack said firmly, pointing at the banana.

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at the captain.

“No arguments,” said Jack. “I assume the coordinates of the tragic separation are still in the TARDIS computer?”

The Doctor nodded.

“Good. Off I go, don’t wait up for me, and please eat something. I would hate to have to force-feed you, but that doesn’t been I won’t do it, Doctor!”

And then Jack bolted from the room, leaving a very confuddled Doctor behind with no clue of what was going on. And a banana.

Some Klaroline fanfics

I was looking at my follow up list in fanfiction and I noticed some of the ones I’m passionate about, but it has not been updated for a long time. God, I just want to get a notification saying that it has been updated, that it has a thread of hope that the story will continue! So here’s a list of wonderful Klaroline stories that have not been updated for a long time (almost centuries), but which totally deserve a little love and a sign that is still alive: 

The Contract by Desi44 Resume: When Klaus Mikaelson, CEO of Mikaelson & Co., needs a wife to remain in the US, he turns to the best friend of his best friend and the games begin. This is a Klaroline story but with lots of love with Stefan, Kol and Katherine, too! 

 If you’ve never read this fanfic, you should read it (review, perhaps the incentive will reach the author)! For me it’s one of the best arranged wedding history ever!I really enjoy reading, Caroline and Klaus to the point that they practically crouch on the ground because of how much they hate each other. Caroline is strong, smart, successful working with Klaus that seems to take pleasure in pissing Caroline in each moment, getting to be really petty and mean! Obviously we discover throughout each chapter that it is not everything as it seems. But, it stopped being updated at a turning point and I confess that I catch myself trying to understand and find out what happens next! So many relationships, how they develop. I wanted to understand why Caroline was so motivated the Foundation, the depth of how what happened to Henrik affected the Mikaelsons and Klaus mainly. I would love to see the sparks coming out of the Klaroline relationship turn into a fire that consumes them inside. Anyway, this story is written so beautifully, with many endearing characters and, despite being slow burn, it has an excellent (and engaging) plot, I just wish it could be updated and finalized at some point.

Demeter’s Daughter by AmericanWordsmith Resume:  When Caroline Forbes is forced to turn off her humanity she doesn’t stick around her friends from Mystic Falls. She heads south, to the one and only city of true decadence and debauchery: New Orleans.

Caroline Forbes without a humanity here is a force to be recognized. She handles and manipulates everyone so well around her. And even when she kills someone is smart! She’s so damn amazing that she leaves us all and even our Big Bad Hybrid at her mercy. I love how the dealings were handled in this fanfic, she did not forget what Hayley did with her and the other hybrids (on those days, people seem to have taken amnesia tea on the fact that who Hayley was before going to New Orleans), they will never be friends, but will have to learn to at least be civil with each other, The awakening of Caroline related to her friends is also wonderful to see. A fanfic of Caroline without humanity so well written, with many Klaroline moments, surely deserves an update!

Fixing Mistakes by clairegleek Resume:  Caroline and Klaus connect in the forest in Mystic Falls before parting. That was never how their futures were supposed to go. Caroline is sent to the past to fix the mistakes of the future. Can she fulfil their destiny?

Two words: Time travel. Some people (kind of a top council) who see the future of Klaus and Caroline apart, send her back so she can go correcting some things through the centuries, so that they can have a future together. And we’re falling in love (even more) with Klaroline while Caroline is discovering the layers of Klaus falling in love with him too. While some people are working for Klaus and Caroline to be together, some other people are getting into the spell and disrupting the operation. I still do not know how it ends, but I particularly hope that the whole plot of the unicorn magical baby of hell is corrected and the evil witches of the west of New Orleans are treated.

Fair Slivers of Us by  Miss.Full.of.Light Resume: He feels it as soon as she is born, that tug at his heartstrings that says his mate has finally come into the world. It’s beautiful and terrifying all at once, but most importantly what he has been unknowingly waiting for all along.

This one is about mates, I love fanfic with Klaroline as mates! He discovers that Caroline is born and is accompanied by her growth, so that he can protect and know her better. I really like how the whole original family is involved! The moments Kol and Caroline are wonderful! I look forward to seeing Klaus and Caroline relationship grow and to become strong and enduring!

So just to be clear, I know that the authors of fanfics have lives outside of this wonderful place that is Fandom and it is not always that they can write and give us beautiful chapters. I have  a live myself  outside too. I tried to pass that although they have not updated for so long, they are still appreciated and some people still think about them. This post is more for enjoyment and a dream list of updates! Because one of the best things that exists in this fandom, is the range of stories for you to dive in and get lost along with the wonderful OTP that KLAROLINE is! I hope you like it

Originally posted by prettylitteteengirl

Well, well, well, look who’s back with the most morally repugnant update in Union history. Me. It’s been a very productive summer of Netflix, chill and giving wrong directions to tourists but all good things must come to an end. Also coming to an end is my ill-fated attempt to kill Max, who, after refusing to eat the cake FOR 2 FUCKING DAYS is finally released from the cage of death. Honestly, I’m impressed, Max, you’re definitely not as stupid as you look.

-Yea, I get that a lot.

I doubt that but whatever, now gtfo and I better not see your Komei-clone ass around Jojo ever again or it’s back in prison for you!

-So, Jojo, not that we’re not all extremely invested in the excruciating selection process of your husband, but are you any closer to picking one?? I mean I love this whole commune thing we have going but the constant food delivery for 8 is killing us.

-We’re afraid not, dear brother, it’s starting to look like no one in this world is worthy of our majesty.

Ugh are we really doing royal ‘we’ now? Is this what this has come to?

-Yes, college has really helped develop our sense of self-worth.

How can it be self-worth if you’re ‘we’?

-This is exactly the kind of idiotic questioning that would get you eliminated from the suitor process. 

Oh, perish the thought! And miss out on this classical-music-dick-measuring-contest you have them doing?

-Ew seriously, Francis, Vivaldi? Why don’t you turn up to Justin Bieber while you’re at it.


-I lost the dick measuring contest and my punishment is sleeping on the couch.


-Maybe later, Real Housewives of Pleasantview is on, Cassandra is getting dragged for the pigtails!!

-Ha, look at this Vivaldi-listening losér! Point at him and laugh, everyone!

-Who’s laughing now, bitch? Not you with that hoof right in your French-whore mouth!

-Ugh, aren’t you late for the beans-on-toast feast, you limey piece of merde?

Not since the 100 Years War have French-British tensions ran this high. Of course that one was for a throne, while this one..

-Is for something far more important.. Our heart.

LMAO Jojo please be serious, you don’t have a heart.

-We absolutely do and it’s made out of pure gold.

Yea I guess, I mean gold is a metal after all! 

-Do you really think you should be eating decaying Chinese food, mon cheri? You’re going to need a soda to digest it and you know it’s too cold for your teeth!

-Wyatt, I don’t pay you to think, I pay you to sit across from me and look pretty, and occasionally to scooch down next to me so I look taller.

-You actually don’t pay me at all.

-Yes and obviously I’m getting my money’s worth.

Wow Jojo tone it down, your gold heart is shinning so brightly I’m gonna go blind!

Precious Gunther has added three new addictions to his existing sex one! A) working out in this atrocious outfit.

B) blowing bubbles from dawn to dusk.

and c) and the most disturbing one, constantly being alone in enclosed spaces with his brother’s intended, Brit Brit. At first I wasn’t too worried about it, thinking Brit is a popularity sim so it’s only natural..but then..


-Man idk, it’s almost supernatural. Blame it on God ;)

UGH I don’t even know who I hate more, your whore ass-

-or this fucking llama that hasn’t gone home in 3 days and is eating all our pizza. 

-I just feel so accepted here, like I’m part of the family, you know? 


Speaking of furries, not even the cow will approach the fucking cowplant, jfc. I mean you’d expect some kind of kinship there but nop. Great job Jojo, you killed a dozen secret society members for a defective cowplant.

-Mooo :(

I don’t know which one of you did that but stfu, I can’t anymore with this flop ass household!!!1

ANYWAY back to Brit and Daniel, it seems like my Gunther concerns were baseless, since these two remain eternally into each other, always autonomously doing cute crap.

-Oh Daniel, let me serenade you with the song of your people!  

The kings made us drunk with fumes,
peace among us, war to the tyrants!
Let the armies go on strike,
stocks in the air, and break ranks.
If they insist, these cannibals
on making heroes of us,
they will know soon that our bullets
are for our own generals  ♪


In other news, allow me to present you all with Melody’s personality panel. I was under the false impression that being the child of Wanda and Stephen she was.. nice?? But nop, total Union freak material! We hit the jackpot once again. Now her best friendship with bitch Brit makes total sense.

-Honestly girl, this janky ass house is such a step down from the sorority, I spend half the day thinking of ways to peace out.

-Ugh I know, I was on the fence at first but can you really put a price on good d?

-Aw, what are my beautiful hens cackling about? May I join?


-I was about to make a math joke but I doubt you gals would get it, amirite? As Barbie said, math is hard!

- I’m a literal math major.

-Oh I know, Mel, good for you! Affirmative action works wonders!


It’s another day in paradise. Daniel has finally cracked and gone full Komei, autonomously cleaning shit even though we have a maid..

Melody ate a ton of burnt grilled cheese and is non-stop throwing up..


-What?? We’re just talking, GAWD

No you’re not “””just talking””” you’re gossiping and doing sexy whispers, I KNOW YOUR TRICKS GUNTHER-

-I don’t mean to interrupt but I think you’re focusing on the wrong issue here?



Nice try whores, nothing is happening outside-


-That’s right, Ti-Ning and I are in love now!


-Nop! We got tired of waiting for Jojo and we decided the best way to handle it was to suddenly make out in front of him even tho we have never even flirted before!


-Well it is, so best accept it and we can all move on :)

Oh yea certainly, I mean if anything Jojo is known for his ability to forgive and forget!

See the ghost of Ti-Ning indeed! Finally a wish Jojo and I share. 


-Haha!!! Finally I’m free to be as gross as I want >:) 

Well.. enjoy it while it lasts.

-The hell does that mean??

Nothing, just you know, none of us know when our time will come.. only that it will. The curse of human existence, one might say. Only we among the animal world know that we will die. Memento mori, Ti-Ning. And we will memento you. 

-..Yea, maybe it’s time I move out?

I mean, you can try..

..but like the curse from It Follows, it follows. It being Jojo. How you holding up boo?

-Oh, I’m great, can’t you tell?

You know what might help? Some of your beloved homework! Do something useful, get your mind off this stuff..

“Sending The First Human to Mercury and Leaving Him There: A Very Specific Space Exploration Proposal” 

-Jojό!! I’m writing about how I finally won your heart but please don’t look, I’m gonna read this at our wedding!

-Yea I literally couldn’t care less about you and your thoughts/feelings/etc, what was left of my heart is dead and gone and now there’s only a black hole there.. Oh we could also send Ti-Ning to a black hole if Mercury doesn’t work. Nice.

-UGH how are you even still alive and breathing the same air as me and not dead from shame like you should be, you vile adulteress???

-OH PLEASE you’re just mad cause Fran and I realized we can do better than your mega-jaw ass. If not for the endless supply of bubbles around here blurring our vision this would have happened weeks ago!

-I’m going to strangle you in your sleep and my jaw will be the last thing you see.

-Your jaw would be the last thing I saw even if I died on the moon.


…………………well I guess it’s official then. And if the above didn’t seal it..

..this definitely did. God have mercy on me, what a shitshow.

While Tin and Fran are woohooing, Jojo attempts to end his troubles once and for all by running out of the house and into a thunder fire. Thankfully the rain puts it out quickly and all we’re left with is critically low hygiene. 

Man, serving Penguin teas! You have the entire look down, Jo. I’d tell you to audition for Gotham but that’s extremely bad career advice

-Oh god, I almost died!!!! 

Aw I know, but don’t worry you’re safe now <3

-No I mean I came so close but didn’t make it.. :(

Jojo please, if anything, live to kill Ti-Ning and Francis. You owe it to yourself.

As soon as Fran and Tin are done, guess who rushes in to gossip next to the bed. ISTG YOU ASSHOLES, BREAK IT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT THAT WINDOW

-Whatever, we’d just land on Jojo trying to set himself on fire.

-LOL oh Brit you’re so funny!



-Get him, Jojό!

Honestly Wyatt, I get being supportive but I’m really starting to worry about you, even demeaning yourself has its limits..

..especially since Jojo continues to be a massive freakshow. Good lord.

-Oh Francis, don’t tell Wyatt cause you know how he gets, but your total disregard for my existence is making me see you in a whole new, hot, light..

Man, good thing Wyatt isn’t standing 3 steps away from you!

Oh yes, loving this dinner. An ocean between us..

-I wouldn’t eat that third slice if I was you, Ti-Ning. Your funeral day is fast approaching, don’t you want to look nice for it? 

-Well you’ll be there so it doesn’t matter, everyone will be looking at your jaw.

Yes, what a wonderful night. Now let’s all go to bed and hopefully everyone will have calmed down a little by tomorrow!

LMAO yea idk what I was thinking.

-Strangle me in my sleep? How about I strangle you in broad daylight???

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but.. poor Jojo. Not only did he get his ass beat, but to literally add insult to the injury-

-everyone is lusting after Gunther during his defeat. Jfc, I’d want to set myself on fire too.

Oh here we go, Gunther to the rescue! 

-How dare you beat up my brother even though he attacked you first? Prepare to die!

-Whatever, I’ve been preparing for that for the last couple days!

Aw, Gunther is such a good brother/giant loser depending on the outcome of this fight.

VINDICATION. Bravo, Gunther, defending our non-existent family honor!

Daniel, in true Daniel fashion, slept through this entire shitshow, which might be the smartest thing he’s ever done.

Oop, spoke too soon. Say what you want about Gunther and Daniel but man do they both love Jojo! Truly god knows why.

-So Brit, you’re studying poli-sci, can you think of a peaceful resolution to this? Haha!


Well, you might not need to Brit! WHAT IS UP WITH THIS HYPER-FLAMMABLE CACTUS

Brit returns from her finals with a free pizza! How’d you do, Brit?

-Saved by the nightie again!

NOICE. Got a freebie pizza from it too?

-No, I found it in the garbage. My gift to Francis and Ti-Ning for their 3 day anniversary! 

Jojo’s official greek house portrait coming along nicely! Wow he looks very majestic..

..Instagram vs Real Life.

-Bowling is so satisfying if you pretend the pins are your former lovers’ genitals!

Whatever coping method works for you boo!

Gunther and Ti-Ning are officially enemies which is hilarious because not even Jojo is enemies with him?? Follow your bliss, Guns!

In an impressive display of brotherly synchronicity we have double slapping across the room. Double the slapping for half the time, Jojo is as always a true capitalist.

JOJO!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WON! So proud of my baby <3 I’m ofc kidding, this shit has gotten old really fast and I extremely feel Brit watching uninterested. ENOUGH  

HARD MOOD. Brit is honestly on another level than the rest of us basics. What an icon.

For some reason I bothered to fulfill Ti-Ning’s want to learn that relationship maintenance or w/e lifetime skill (talk about money down the drain) and the irony of this pop up text almost sent me to an early grave. And we know who’s going to an early grave today..




Ice Cube would like to say,
that I’m a crazy muthafucka from around the way,
since I was a youth, I smoked weed out,
now I’m the muthafucka that ya read about,
takin’ a life or two,
that’s what the hell I do, you don’t like how I’m livin
well fuck you ♪

Wyatt and Brit were on their way to react to Ti-Ning’s little accident but somehow got sidetracked and are now randomly arguing on the porch. Honestly I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, I’ve lost all control of this household.

Jojo rushes over to celebrate Ti-Ning’s demise by immediately slapping the shit out of his grieving lover! Whenever you think we can’t possibly sink any lower, think again. Like right now, after the slapping, are you thinking we can’t sink any lower?????????????????????????????







OK. In my 10 years of playing I have never wanted to quit without saving more than with this bullshit. Look at fucking Fran’s smug ass face and moron Wyatt putting on an Oscar worthy performance of shock and regret. YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID NO, YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME WYATT. What the FUCK are we gonna do now???? I guess good thing Max Flexor survived the cage of death. GOD.DAMMIT

So Close

Book: The Freshman (Book 3)
Pairing: James x MC surprise surprise lmao
Warnings: Tiniest food mention, but that’s it!
Author’s Note: This is for this week’s ChoicesCreates, and the prompt was to write/create something based on a Disney Song, so I decided to pick “So Close” by Jon McLaughlin, which is from one of my favourite Disney movies ever, Enchanted. You can listen to the song here. Song lyrics in the fic will look like this 
Summary: Before James leaves for LA, he and MC spend one last night together. 

Also this fic really makes me want my own James irl hE’S SO SWEET

@hollyashton & @mermaidwarriorqueen

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Happy mistakes​

Chapter 1

The last thing Percival Graves expects is for Theseus Scamander to walk right into his office that particular afternoon. They’ve been good friends since the War, even though their interactions are mostly through letters.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Theseus grins and sits in front of Percival’s desk without waiting for an invitation. He hasn’t met many british wizards but he’s sure most of them have impeccable manners, or maybe it’s just professor Dumbledore.

“You too,” he says. He moves the reports on his desk away because he knows it’d be impossible to concentrate while Theseus is there. Besides, the wizard’s smirk gives Percival a very bad feeling about the other’s visit. “So… What brings you to America?”

“I just wanted to see you, mate.” It’s the quick response, but Percival has many years working as an auror to know when someone is hiding something. “After what happened with Grindelwald… Well, I was worried.”

At least the last part was sincere, which makes Percival relax again.

“It’s been two years since that. I’m fine.”

Theseus’ lips twitch; he doesn’t seem to believe him but drops the subject anyway.

“In your last letter you mentioned you were quite busy, but I guess that’s fine, you always liked​ your job, a little too much if you ask me.”

Yes, people likes to remind him he works too much, that he’s an obsessed workaholic and he forgets how to live. But the truth is that he likes being Director, he likes the responsibility and the challenge that comes with the position. It keeps him occupied and far away from the nightmares and the memories of his time as Grindelwald’s prisoner.

“And how about personal life? How's​ that going?”

Percival has the weird impression that his friend is up to something, but he can’t figure it out what it is.

“I don’t have time for that,” he responds, which is completely true, besides he’s not interested in that, at least not now.

There’s a smirk on Theseus’ lips as soon as he says that it only confuses him even more.

“I’ve heard Picquery is very concerned about that and has tried to hook you up,” he chuckles obviously amused by his friend’s suffering.

Percival groans, remembering the last time Seraphina convinced him into going on a blind date with that witch. They didn’t have anything in common and Percival ended up wishing he was back at his office, working on the last case.

“She’s worried; she thinks I need to settle down.” Seraphina believes​ he’s lonely.

He’s not, he has a few friends and he enjoys to live alone, besides, he doesn’t spend much time at home anyway.

He’s not lonely. He doesn’t feel like that.

“What are you really doing here, Theseus?”

The wizard looks at him for a couple of seconds, like he’s trying to find something on his eyes, before answering.

“You see… There’s a ball in honor of the War heroes, here, in New York, but you must know that already since I’m pretty sure you’re one​ of the guests.”

He is and he has received the invitation, but to be quite honest he has completely forgotten.

He doesn’t want to go.

“This time I’m going to bring my little brother with me. Have you met him?”

It’s Percival’s turn to grin.

“No, I haven’t. But it feels like I know him already because you mention him all the time on your letters.”

Not only that, Percival knows Newt Scamander is probably the reason why he is alive now, but he hasn’t had the time to go and thank him for that.

“The thing is he has become quite famous after the incident with Grindelwald and because he has recently published his book about magical creatures.”

He still can find the connection; he still doesn’t understand why Theseus is mentioning that or what does he expect from him.

“And because of that I receive at least two of these every day,” the good mood on his face vanishes and it’s replaced by a grimace. He hands him a letter that Percival reads with amusement.

“Your brother has suitors,” he snorts, not able to hold it back. The whole thing is hilarious not only because the disgusted expression Theseus is making right now, but because Percival knows him enough to be sure it must be killing him. Because that auror is ten times worse than a Mama Bear, he overprotects his brother too much.

“They’re not suitors,” Theseus groans. “They’re just people that think they have a chance and are stupid enough to ask me for advice, like I’d ever help them.”

“But what does your brother think of this?”

Theseus rolls his eyes.

“He’s too oblivious to notice when someone is that interested in him. But when he notices (and that’s only because that person had said it right to his face) he tries to reject them as kindly as possible. Newt doesn’t have the time to be in a relationship, he’s too busy traveling around the world and doing his research.”

“Then what’s the problem?” It must be one, otherwise Theseus wouldn’t be in his office, talking about his brother with Percival.

“They keep appearing and some of them don’t seem to take ‘No’ for an answer, not until they meet me at least.” He continues, frowning like he’s remembering something particularly unpleasant. “I believe the only thing that would stop them is if my brother is already taken.”

“But for that to happen Newt has to meet someone and start a relationship with said person,” Percival adds and grins while saying: “which is something you definitely don’t want.”

“It’s not that I don’t want him to be with someone and let them steal him from me,” he says through clenched teeth. “It’s just that nobody deserves my brother.”

Percival rolls his eyes. Sometimes he wonders why is he still friends with Theseus. Newt Scamander hast to be some kind of a saint; it must be a nightmare to have to deal with that.

“But I had an idea,” the sentence catches back Graves’ attention.

“And that idea involves me or why are you-”

“It does, actually.” Theseus grins and Percival knows it’s going to be bad before he even says anything. “I’ve been thinking you two can pretend to be in a relationship.”

His friend has gone mad.

“No, don’t look at me like that. Hear me out first. This is actually brilliant, that way Picquery won’t bother you anymore. And you can keep an eye on my brother while he’s in New York.” Theseus continues. “Picquery has offered him a job in MACUSA and he seems really interested. And it’s not that I think he can’t take care of himself, but after what happened I’ll sleep better if I know you’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Does your brother know about this?”

“Not yet, but he won’t mind, believe me. In fact, I think he’ll be grateful because he’s not a people’s person and doesn’t like the attention at all.”

The rational side of his brain insists that’s a very bad a idea, but he also can’t not think about the benefits; Seraphina’s concern​ has turned into a real nightmare the last couple of months. It’d be great for once to be left alone.

He shakes his head.


“Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable you can refuse. It’s okay.” He says, which only makes Percival more confused.

“Why would I do uncomfortable?”

“Because Newt’s a man,” his friend replies, like it’s obvious, which it is, but not in the way Theseus is thinking.

Percival frowns.

“So what?”

“You only like women.”

Does Theseus think he’s straight? And suddenly his friend’s calm and relaxed appearance makes so much more sense now. That’s why Theseus is so eager to let Percival take care of Newt and to be part of this fake relationship. Perhaps that’s why he chose him on the first place, because he thinks Newt’s completely safe in the arms of a heterosexual man.

The thing is… Percival is not straight, he likes both men and women. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman and that he’d take advantage of the situation, he’s not like that.

But why does Theseus think that? Percival tries to remember the few times he has mentioned his friend about someone… They all have been women.

Percival should tell him, he should let Theseus know the truth and assure him that Newt will be safe… But he’s not planning on accepting, is he?

“That won’t be a problem,” it’s what comes out of his mouth instead. He’s not sure why is he doing this, why is he letting Theseus believe that.

“Nobody knows, right? Because if someone does, then they won’t believe you’re dating my brother.”

Of course nobody knows, because he’s not straight and the people that know him personally, like Seraphina, are very aware of that.


“Perfect! Does that mean you accept?”

It’s crazy, he hasn’t met Newt Scamander yet, he doesn’t even know how he looks like because he hasn’t opened the reports about the incident, not all of them.

Still, he has no idea why the offer sounds more tempting now, but he suddenly finds himself nodding.

“Only if your brother agrees.”

“He will.”


Newt feels a little out of place in the ball, sure he put on that suit his brother insisted him to wear, but there’s too many people and some of them are looking right at him. He misses being inside his case, surrounded by his creatures, those he knows how to handle.

At least nobody’s trying to approach him, but Newt suspects it’s because his brother is with him and he knows how intimidating Theseus can be when he wants to.

He’s not quite sure about Theseus’ idea, has been thinking about for days now and doesn’t know what to think of it.

He has to talk to Mr Graves first. Theseus can be pretty convincing when he wants something and Newt’s not sure if the Director agreed because he wanted or because that was the quickest way to shut Theseus up.

Speaks of the devil… Theseus gets pulled away when one of the generals of the British army starts to ask him questions about strategy and weaponry.

“You must be Newt Scamander,” a tall man with black hair and very muscled figure walks towards him. “It’s really a pleasure, I’m Robert Ferguson.”

Newt takes the other’s hand to shake it, but Robert brings it to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

He blushes.

“I’ve been reading your book. It’s absolutely brilliant.”

“You think so?” Even though he still feels a little uncomfortable, Newt’s smile is genuine.

“Yes! I admire your work​ and all the passion you put in it. Maybe we can discuss about it another day? With a coffee?”

Newt’s always eager to discuss about his creatures.

“I’d love to!”

Robert takes a step closer.

“Great… Tomorrow perhaps?”

“He’ll be busy,” Theseus growls and yanks his brother away.

Robert looks back at his brother and one glare is enough for the man to disappear.

Newt blinks in confusion.

“But, 'Seus, Robert was just being friendly.”

“One day I’ll teach you the difference between friendly and flirty.”

Then he reminds him they have to wait until Percival arrives and Newt hopes the man is nothing like the impression Grindelwald did of him.

He starts to get bored and tells his brother he’s going to be in the garden. Finally, when he’s sure there’s no one around, he calls Pickett and the bowtruckle jumps out of his pocket.

It’s a clear night, which is something to appreciate because New York, like London, has not​ many of those anymore. There’s a silver sparkle on the water coming from the fountain.

Newt smiles at Pickett and both of them choose a tree to spend a little time, of course he’d like to stay more, but he has to return to the ball. He looks at the salon and hears the sound, muffled by doors and the distance, and he sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t like people, but being suddenly surrounded by strangers can be quite overwhelming.


He doesn’t want to be there; he’d prefer to be filling paperwork or trying to solve a case, but he has made a deal, one he’s still not entirely sure about.

Besides, Seraphina will be there and she has threatened him with a week off if he doesn’t go.

Percival sighs, knowing there will be a line of men and women wanting to convince him to dance with them; he’s a war hero and a very powerful auror and that had brought him a group of very interested and insistent people that takes any chance they have to throw at him. And he doesn’t have the time nor the interest for that.

According to Theseus everything will be different if he pretends to date his brother.


He looks down at his invitation and walks towards the entrance, the wizards at the door welcome him and show him the way to the dance floor, but Percival is distracted by a pale figure sitting under a tree.

He rushes towards him, wondering if the man is injured or tired.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” the man says, but doesn’t look up at him.

If he needed another proof of how straight he is not, it would be those reddish curls and those freckles that could compete with the number of stars that can be seen on the sky. He has a furious urge to make the man to look at him.

“I’m just staring at the stars with Pickett.”


“Pickett, my bowtruckle!” The man takes what it looks like a green little stick that can move for itself and shows it to him. The tiny thing sticks its tongue out. “Don’t be rude, Pickett! Sorry, he’s not usually like this.”

A magical creature. As Director of Magical Security he should take the man to MACUSA, but the man is adorable and it’s obvious Percival can think clearly at the moment.

“You should not bring an illegal magical creature to a ball full of aurors,” he teases instead.

“You won’t tell them, will you?”

“I promise I won’t, but you have to be more careful,” he chuckles and thanks Mercy Lewis Seraphina is not there to see him.

Finally, the man looks up and Percival feels dizzy when his eyes met those green ones and his heart does a weird jump inside his chest, like it’s being pulled out.

His grandfather used to say things like that; he described so many times what he felt when he met Percival’s grandmother. He was a romantic; he believed all males in the Graves’ family were destined to fall in love at first sight.

As a kid, Percival liked those kind of stories, but after the War, after everything that happened with Grindelwald, after nobody in MACUSA realized it was not him all those months, he stopped believing in that.

Until now.

The man smiles at him and Percival’s heart does that funny almost painful thing again.

“Mr Graves, did 'Seus send you to look for me?”

No, he can’t be- he’s so screwed.

“Newt Scamander?”

The man nods and Percival wishes he had looked at a picture of him before, to be prepared.

“No, he didn’t send me,” he says, once his voice works again.

And because he’s a weak man, he ignores completely the rational side of his brain and sits next to him.

Newt looks confused, adorably so.

“You don’t have to keep me company. It’s not your responsibility, I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t know what 'Seus told you, but you don’t have to do any of this if you-”

“I want to,” he admits. “To be honest I’m not sure I’d like to go inside.”

“Me either,” Newt whispers. “I don’t feel comfortable around so many people.”

“Maybe we can stay here for a couple of minutes,” Percival likes the idea, to have Newt just for himself.

“You don’t have to do it, you know,” Newt says a few seconds later. “I mean… Pretend to be something we’re not. No matter what 'Seus says I can handle it, the attention… And it’s not like I have so many people around me all the time.”

Percival knows he’s wrong, Theseus has told Newt has many suitors and he believes him. He doesn’t want them close to Newt.

“I don’t mind. I’ll do it if that’s what you want,” he says because he's​ masochist, because it’ll be a slow torture.

Newt's​ smile grows wide and Percival is sure Theseus would change his mind if he could look at him at the moment.

It’s a mistake, he knows it. But he’ll take whatever the other is willing to give, even if it’s not real.

Lifeline (Part 1)

Note: I fixed the formatting!!This was a request that I took forever to write because I honestly didn’t know where to go with it until a little bit ago while being half asleep (the best ideas come at night).

Summary: Daryl rescues you from a walker attack, but your family doesn’t make it. You’re welcomed into Alexandria by Carl, who Daryl brings around you since you’re around his age. 

It was single-handedly the most gruesome thing you had ever seen. You heard nothing as you watched your family get taken down one by one, torn apart in places that included their hands, throats, and stomachs. Skin was torn, blood splattered across the walls and floors. It was practically a pool now. 

Your brother’s blood sprayed across your face and partly in your mouth, and you vomitted. Daryl held you by your waist as you continuously screamed and tried to escape his hold. He pulled you out the last second, and no one else could have possibly been saved by the onslaught of walkers that took over. 

You had never met him before, he just happened to be there ready to interrogate you and possibly welcome you into his camp. He rips you away from the scene with a look of sadness on his face and helps you escape out a small second story window which hurts your ankles a bit when you land. He rushes you to his bike all while your mind is in such a frenzy that you can’t even see straight.

l After reaching his gated community, he helps you off his bike and leads you into a house and into an empty room. He shakes his head at anyone who tries to speak to you. You don’t eat for days. You cry until you fall asleep, wake up, cry, sleep. It was an ongoing cycle that seemed to last forever. Daryl brought food to you three times a day. A boy was with him sometimes. He seemed around your age and wore a sheriff’s hat. 

 You ate some and threw some up. You never got much down. Your brother wasn’t able to eat anymore. He deserves to be here instead of you. You wondered if the pain of being eaten alive was as bad as your seemingly endless emptiness. All you felt anymore were your swollen eyes and a terrifying loneliness.

 About two weeks after the incident, you decide to take a very long shower and sit on your bed with fresh clothes on. A knock sounded on the door and then the boy entered with a small stack of comic books.

 “H-hey. You probably don’t want to talk or anything, which is okay. I brought you these,” he held the stack up, “in case you wanted to read or distract yourself. These are some of my favorites, so you might like them.” He nervously sets them on the bed next to you and backs off a few steps. 

 “Thanks.” You’re surprised at how weak and scratchy your voice was.

 “I’m Carl.” He put on a small smile and rubbed the back of his neck. 

 “Y/N.” You kept your answers short. He was a nice boy. 

The sun was much too bright, you concluded after spending not even a minute outside. The weather was cooling down for autumn, and winter was your favorite month. 

Daryl checked on you almost obsessively and it warmed your heart to see someone you barely knew care so much. You looked from your small window and saw Carl playing with a baby in a grass lawn, helping her walk. It was a very precious sight. You smiled and watched until he went inside. These were good people. You owed them your life.

 Carl came back two days after the last time you saw him and asked if you read the comics and which were your favorite and how do you think this story will end and how funny some DC characters are and the enthusiasm made you smile. After a second of trying to gain the courage to speak, you went on and eventually got into a comfortable conversation about what powers you would want if you could have any. You picked mind reading and Carl wanted practically anything that would help protect his family.

 You smiled a lot that day. You still cried a lot. Carl would catch you zoning out and he would always grab your hand and squeeze it. It never failed to bring you back to earth. 

 After two months, you had integrated yourself into the group, never having directly introduced yourself to anyone. You spent a lot of time with Daryl learning how to shoot with guns and a bow and arrow. You decided on that weapon so you could make your own arrows and craft a bow that propels arrows hard enough to break walker skulls. It saved the group ammo. 

 “How old is Judith?” You asked Carl while you three sat in his living room. Her chubby hands grasped your fingers as you helped her stand up. 

 “Almost a year probably.” 

 “How old are you?” You let go of her hands and got ready to catch her if she fell. Judith wobbled a little bit but stayed put. “Good girl!” You smiled brightly and nuzzled her nose.

 “Seventeen.” He leaned back onto his hands and watched you two with a smile. 

 “I’ll be seventeen soon. In like a week actually.” You brushed hair out of her eyes after she sat back down and threw her arms around making noises. 

“What do you wanna do for your birthday?” 

 “I would very much like to forget it. I don’t want to acknowledge it.” You and your little brother shared the same birthday, but five years apart. You used to be mad that he always got all the attention, but you grew to not care for it.

 “Why?” You hadn’t noticed that you were looking off elsewhere. Judith was crawling onto your lap, but you couldn’t seem to focus on anything anymore. “Y/N?” 

You could hear Carl, but a familiar pain built up in your chest and your vision got blurry. You stood up and let Judith on the floor. “Hey.” He reached for you, but you were already running out of the house. It was going to be one of those nights. It was going to be like most nights where you cry until you’re unconscious, thinking about your family. 

 You always felt so bad for being such a burden to Carl. He was always so sweet to you, but you didn’t seem to be getting much better. You had spent years so close to your family and growing closer because of the experiences of this new world, and then they were gone. You didn’t feel yourself anymore, and you felt life was surreal. Your dreams are riddled with pictures of your family getting torn apart alive. It keeps you up, and it keeps you distant. You wonder sometimes if you should stop talking to Carl for the fact that he can always die too, but he was your lifeline. Daryl was also so sweet and Rick treated you like family. 

 You were laying on your bed when Carl came through your bedroom door. You looked over at him with tears streaming down your face, hiccuping. He looked around for a second before walking to the other side of your bed and laying behind you. Settling an arm around your waist, he moved his face into your hair and sighed. “It’s okay,” he said softly and squeezed you tight.

 You turned around and nuzzled your face into his neck while wrapping your arms around him. You had never been this close to anyone, let alone a boy that wasn’t family. You calmed down after a few moments into a quiet sniffle every once in a while, listening to him breathe.

I am what I feel

Summary: Luna is a cupid (and eros to be exact, but no one uses that term anymore) a minor goddess of love. Her next job? Making sure that two couple of soulmates find their way into each other but ofc she runs into trouble while doing her job, more specifically she meets Matteo Balsano.

I wanna thank @ac-ars @deliverychicafresa and @deliverydefresas for helping me with this and letting  me rant

The beginning (Chapter 1)

Luna is new in the business but even she knows when people are trying to get out of tedious work by giving it to the new kids, sadly she is still new at the business so it’s not like she do much but to accept it or wait for the new probably even more tedious job to come.

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I Ran (I Couldn’t Get Away)

It’s an early morning in D.C. the first time Steve Rogers spots the young man on his usual route. He doesn’t exactly stick out but the hoodie is strange when the weather is so warm. Its enough that Steve watches as he draws closer and stares back at when the boy turns his head and smiles at Steve. 

The smile is enough to slow Steve to a stop a few feet away. That smile makes a chill go up his spine and he doesn’t know why.

“Captain Rogers.” 

Before he can ask how the boy knows who he is Steve’s attention is drawn to another approaching jogger. They look like a proper jogger in shorts and wearing headphones.

When he looks back to the boy he finds him gone. Steve spins trying to catch any sign of him and can’t. 

Steve thinks he sees the same young man skirting the edge of crowds. Sometimes on corners waiting for a bus or even inside the Triskelion among the slew of agents. Never close enough for Steve to be completely positive but more than reasonably sure.

So he is a little on edge. 

The boy is finally close enough to catch at the Smithsonian of all places. Standing in front of the display for Bucky but not actively talking about it or even reading the information on display. He just stares at Bucky’s face, paying the other patrons no mind. 

Steve is just barely stepping up beside him when he speaks.

“Sometimes to do the right thing we need to do the wrong thing. Because we don’t have a better alternative in a line of bad options.” The boy says with his eyes still fixed on Bucky. “So we make the best what we can do and shoulder it. So what do you do when you know you have to be the bad guy until you can expose the truth?”

“You can find some good friends to help you.” Steve answers because it seems like a cry for help.

The young man smiles and turns toward Steve after that. “I’m Tony Stark.”

“Tony Stark is a highly capable person of interest who has stolen vital SHIELD property. The kind of property we don’t put on on Craig’s list when the new model comes out.” Sitwell says to the assembled agents while gesturing to the photo on the monitors.

Steve knows that face. Knows that man. 

Natasha is besides him and looks bored, paying the debriefing little attention which doesn’t pass by Steve’s notice. She either knows or wants to appear like she knows more than she does. 

“We want him back. Preferably alive.” 

“Preferably?” Steve finds himself asking. Because Tony in the photo looks barely twenty. In person he looks just as young. 

“Stark’s life is considered an acceptable loss to recover what’s in his possession.” 

Stark is in his apartment when he comes home that night, staring out one of the windows in the dark. He’s bundled up in layers again. 

“Decide what you’re going to believe about me?”

“Can’t say I’ve got my mind made up just yet. But you don’t seem like the type of guy to come right to the people after you.” Steve admits when he turns the light on and wanders in further. “Going to tell me what’s going on?”

Tony gives him a nod. “You might appreciate this. Starts where humans meddle with something over their heads.”

“Because that never ends badly..” Steve mutters while going to get himself a glass of water. 

“Do you remember the cosmic cube?”

Steve freezes reaching for a glass, relieved it isn’t in his hand already. He might have dropped it. “Yeah…hard to…forget that.” And every bit of trouble it had brought.

“Howard Stark found it in the ocean while he was looking for you. At that point SHIELD had been founded and he entrusted it to their care. SHIELD couldn’t leave well enough alone, and neither could Howard, so it was a recipe for disaster.”

And Steve can only stare to hear that news. He hadn’t known the cube had ever been recovered. 

“I stole the cube.” 

“Did you really?”

Tony shrugged. “Not in the sense they want you to think. Sort of…attached.”

After closing the cabinet Steve rubbed a hand over his face. The cube hadn’t been worth the fuss in the 40′s he wasn’t expecting to get any better with seventy more years under his belt. 


“It’s keeping me alive.”

Pierce is standing perfectly still and regarding Tony Stark with a thin, impatient kind of smile. The kind you give someone who is testing your last nerve but remember you cannot lose you temper upon.

The strike team floods into the room, Natasha and Steve among the ranks. 

“Take Stark into custody.” Pierce orders immediately.

Steve is caught by the way Tony is staring at the floor rather than any of the room’s new occupants. The way he breathes too quickly and staggers back a few steps until his back is pressed against the windows. Steve sees how Tony is struggling against the weight of recent news. 

But he also sees the instant Tony understands they are there for him. One of his hands curls into a fist and the glass behind him splints with large cracks. His eyes practically glow where he stands. The cracks in the windows grow and the room feels like it has begun to vibrate. 

“These are the times that try men’s souls.” Tony Stark says over the loud cracking of the glass behind him. “The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; “ and Tony pauses here gaze solidly landing on Alexander Pierce who looks back unflinching, “but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

Thomas Paine’s The Crisis, Steve knows Tony is quoting. One of his most well known quotes is the first sentence. Steve doesn’t know why Tony’s chosen to quote founding fathers when he should be fleeing SHIELD agents. Or perhaps surrendering.

“It is the Winter Soldier that carries through the tide of trials.” Tony goes on. 

That is not a part of The Crisis. Stranger yet from the break in the script is the ripple of unease the words “Winter Soldier” bring. Even Natasha looks caught off guard. Rumlow freezes completely in place. Pierce looks to be moving from annoyed to angry.

Rumlow raises his automatic planning to fire but Tony’s eyes glow a bright blue that is inhuman. The barrel of the automatic crumples like paper and the magazine drops to the floor beside Tony a few of the bullets pinging loose across the floor.

“On him rests the world, and for him we should cry. Take up your arms my countrymen and draw up the line to irrevocably separate the summer sons from the winter men.”

The crash of the glass is loud but even more startling than that is the way Tony flings himself out in the open air. Gunfire close behind him.

Steve can only stand there stunned wondering what the speech meant. Why choose a piece of American history only to divert to monologue. Somehow Steve finds his eyes drift over to fall on Pierce who is looking more than a little ruffled at Stark’s escape. Because Stark had vanished after his daring leap.

The Winter Soldier seems as good a place as any to start.

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo Episodes 16-18

[Spoilers for the Kdrama up through episode 18. This is super long, and I’m not going to bother breaking it down into two parts. Frankly, I had a hard time writing this as it was, and a lot of the rhetoric surrounding SH:R anymore is bumming me out. I just want to watch my show, feel sad, and enjoy the glorious tragedy. But going through the tags this week, I was so grouchy I almost didn’t post at all. Hopefully some of you get something out of this. I love all my followers so much, thanks for sticking it out.]

While for my own sanity it might have made more sense to do two separate reviews for episode 16 and episodes 17-18, I’m glad I decided to wait. While I was struggling trying to figure out where the show was going to turn based on episode 16 alone, this week created a much clearer picture of what all this was building to.

As hard as I tried to convince myself it wasn’t inevitable, Eun’s death really brought about a change in our main characters like nothing else could have. Like Lady Oh’s death was a seminal event in Soo’s life, Eun’s was crucial and necessary to push So over the edge toward his pursuit of the throne. It was precisely the crisis we needed to resolve the last ambiguity between So and Soo and propel the final arc.

So’s character development has been causing me a growing uneasiness since episode 11. I began to wonder if the writer had perhaps decided to sand away all his wonderful jagged edges, lighten up all his darker grays, and cast him as a basically selfless, heroic and deeply misunderstood soul painted as a tyrant by the caprice of history. I worried especially after Eun’s death scene if perhaps all of Wang So’s actions and brutal reputation would be absolved by circumstances. But this week quickly assured me that I needn’t have worried. 

So is every bit the ambiguous villain I always knew him to be, for a time soften by love, but never really changed. Not at his heart. It’s exactly as Lady Oh, the oracle of SH:R, once stated: People don’t change for other people.

All those arguments that Wang So was wildly out of character this week with his treatment of Soo, the execution of Chae Ryung, and even his conduct toward Jung and his mother…I tend dismiss out of hand. My reading of So has been the same for weeks now. Nothing he’s done is inconsistent with his characterization thus far, and if you’ve been reading my reviews since the beginning you know I’ve always interpreted him this way:

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biting the inside of my cheek

Everything is okay.

“You’re drinking too much, Eijun,” Haruichi hisses from beside him, “remember that you’re making a speech later.”

A bloody speech. God.

Eijun twists his torso around when his ears pick up the sound of approaching footsteps against the carpeted floor – everything around him sounds oddly sharp. He grabs the bottle of opened red wine from the tray, ignores the scandalized expression of the server, and turns back to his table, places it down triumphantly. The other people seated around him exchange confused glances, but otherwise avert their attention back to the speaking couple in front of them.

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