i wish i had done better on the hands

“Not only are there no happy endings…There aren’t even any endings.”

Every time I read American Gods by Neil Gaiman, I find more things to adore about this novel. I read it this time while traveling across the United States, and I have to say, something about reading this book in transit just makes sense. It makes even more sense reading it while soaring over America itself, gazing down on fields and hills, a New Jersey import who lives in Chicago, went to LA a week or so ago, and just left Florida. There is something so intensely American about this novel, and it wows me every time. From the smaller mythic chapters telling folk tales and stories of the people who brought their gods to America, to the gods themselves and their characters, this novel always gets me. This was my third time reading this novel, and I’m going to dig deep to highlight new things that I had forgotten, so solid warning: Spoilers ahead.

I will never get over the way that Neil Gaiman melds together the idea of the gods and the land, and gives them both their own power and will. Something that wows me that I often forget about the standalone is now astoundingly diverse it is without being appropriative, and how Gaiman incorporates so many cultures, a diverse range of characters, as well as a huge amount of humor without it becoming problematic. I think this novel could be a guidebook for authors who want to know how to write diverse stories and mythos respectfully. I forgot about so many fantastic characters that Gaiman pours himself into, from Samantha Black Crow to side characters that brim with energy and character themselves, like Whiskey Jack’s son or Bilquis. I also never noticed before the two mentions of Mr. Nancy’s son that point to Anansi Boys. Not to mention the wealth of research and knowledge that goes into the bottomless well of background characters and visions leading up to the battle. 

One thing I gained a new appreciation for in this novel was the character of Shadow. He is big, and not dumb, and I remembered all that, but what I forgot is how nice he is. Shadow’s such a cinnamon roll of a character, and I forget that. He stands up for a waitress and believes in the good of people. At the Lakeside library book sale, he tries to find the book that’s least likely to be purchased, so that he can help the library out by buying it. He performs coin tricks for children. He is obligated to hold Odin’s vigil, but he never questions whether he should also hold Mad Sweeney’s. As Laura speaks with the cutting, too-open words of the already-dead, Shadow still refuses to tell her about her appearance or to not hold her hand, because he doesn’t want to hurt her still. When Shadow picks up bodies with the coroners, he carries them always in his arms. 

The scene between Shadow and Odin before his death is one of my absolute favorites (other favorite scenes include Samantha Black Crow’s protest kiss, the scene in which Shadow thinks snow into being, and Shadow’s long death scene). Odin recites to Shadow what he knows—the charms, in a long list. And it ends with that long scene where Shadow wonders what would have happened if he touched Odin’s hand, and wishes he had. And Odin’s twisting grift of the fiddle is so complicated and well done that even on the third re-read, I find myself forgetting about it until the moment Odin dies, and doubting myself on it until the moment Shadow says it out loud.

@neil-gaiman’s American Gods just gets better every time I read it, and I am cautiously thrilled and excited for the show coming out later this spring. 

“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t believe in us. We believed in you.”

Assholes

Anon prompt: “ Hi! Can ask for a fic where jug finds the reader crying because the football team are jerks? Something just really fluffy??”

A/N: Football team are assholes :-(

You escaped to the safety of the Blue and Gold classroom,thankful that nobody would be there for at least a few hours; Betty had River Vixen’s practice and Jughead was off doing something else with Archie.

You slip into the space between the wall and cabinet, nobody would see you if they entered the classroom, so you were safe there.
You tried your best to stop yourself from crying, but it was near impossible. The tear stained your cheeks and dropped off your face and on to your clothes.

You cried silently, not wanting to risk someone hearing you, and coming in to find you crying.
The moments just before replaying in your head made you cry harder.

You were drawing silently by yourself on the bleachers, it was a nice day and you wanted to spend it outside during your free period to get some art done before your next class.
The football boys had spotted you and decided you would be the new butt of their joke. They joined you on the bleachers, surrounding you; you did your best to ignore them, you weren’t in any mood to deal with their crap.

Moose got your attention, by grabbing your art book out of your hands and looking at it, you stood up quickly, demanding he give it back to you.
The drawing was of your mother, she was in the hospital, she’d been sick for a while and you wanted to draw something nice for her. It had taken you almost a week and you weren’t even halfway finished yet.

Moose laughed and asked what you were going to do in order to get it back, you shoved him and in return, he tossed your art book to Reggie, who tossed it to Chuck. They were playing piggy in the middle, you were begging them to give it back to you; asking them nicely.

“You want it?” Reggie had asked. “Here.” He tossed it, it flew over your head and landed in a muddy patch by the bleachers; the boys laughed and left you there, you rushed down to get your art book, you picked it up; almost all of the picture had been covered completely in mud. What were you going to do now?

You shut the book, tucked it in your back and had rushed off to find somewhere safe.

You cried harder at the thought, what were you going to do now? There was no chance you’d be able to get another picture done in time for your mother’s birthday.
You heard the click of a door handle, someone was coming in and you tucked your knees closer to your chest, stifling your sob. One slipped out however and the person made them self known.

‘Whose there?” It was Jughead. You heard the thud of his bag hitting the desk and he walked around the room. “Hello?”

You sniff, figuring that there was no point in hiding.
“Jughead, it’s Y/N.”

He follows your voice, squatting down and asks if you’re okay. You tell him what happened, explaining what was going on with your mum and why your art meant so much to you. He sits with you, resting his arms on his legs.

“The football teams are a bunch of assholes.” He sighs, “Dim witted assholes.”

You rub your eyes, Jughead offers you his bottle of water, “Drink this, crying dehydrates you.” He hands you the bottle and you sip it, thanking him.

“Don’t cry over them, they really don’t deserve your tears, Y/N.”

“I know,” You murmur. “The drawing just took so long to do.”

“I wish I could help you to make it better, mud ruins a lot of things.”

You nod in acceptance, coming to terms with the fact that your art is ruined, you wipe a stray tear away. It hurt that the football team loved to prey on the weak but there really wasn’t anything you could do to take back what they had done to your art work.  
Jughead reaches into his back, producing a lollipop and handing it to you. You take it, smiling at him.

“It’s from my emergency stash, I go there when I’m sad.” 

You unwrap it, slipping it into your mouth. It’s strawberry, it’s oddly calming and you thank him. Out of everyone at school, Jughead is slowly becoming your favourite 

the signs as dragon age quotes

Aries: (After hearing terrible pickup lines) “Can I kill him yet? He’s hurting me.”

Taurus: “I see what must be done, and I do it! I see no point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.”

Gemini: “Loyalty is an interesting concept. If you wish and if you are done interrogating me, we can discuss it further.”

Cancer: “Could we, perhaps, do battle with a pack of pretty flowers or soft bunnies next time? I’d do much better.”

Leo: (in response to ‘you’re not as handsome as you think’) “I must be, or you wouldn’t have been thinking about it all this time.”

Virgo: “My people had a saying long ago - “The healer has the bloodiest hands."”

Libra: “Freedom was interesting while it lasted.”

Scorpio: “I have faith in my friends well enough. Faith that they will one day stab me in the back.” 

Sagittarius: “I shall endeavor to exist with less offense.”

Capricorn: “Just once, we should enter a cave and see normal-sized spiders.”

Aquarius: “Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children launched at great speed could kill.”

Pisces: “Demons can’t hear you. It hurts too much. Nothing here makes sense to them.”

hamatomiwa  asked:

For the micro-fic thing! What about Ulaz, Allura & Coran finding out that Earth has over a thousand different languages? If you feel up to a part two then maybe a Uliro micro-fic where Ulaz finds out that Shiro speaks two languages from Earth (English & Japanese) & wants to learn one or both.

(I cheated and went to the second one)

“What are you speaking now?” Ulaz asked, voice soft with fascination.

“English,” Shiro replied.  “It’s habit, now.  That’s what I spoke at the Garrison, and it’s the language we all know.  It feels weird, to speak Japanese at the others and to expect them to understand.  It’s one thing for the translator to work on alien languages, but they can tell I’m speaking Japanese.  You still half-hear it.”

Ulaz tilted his head.  “I believe I understand. I can tell the difference between Altean and your languages, even if I do not know any of them.”  Ulaz tapped his fingers against Shiro’s thigh thoughtfully.  They faced each other on the bed, and Ulaz had to stoop so that Shiro wasn’t looking straight up the whole conversation.  “Do you have a preference?”

Considering that, Shiro hummed thoughtfully.  “I’m more used to speaking English now.  It’s been a long time since I spoke Japanese regularly.  But Japanese is… we’d call it my ‘mother tongue’.  My first language.  It’s what I learned as a young child.”

Ulaz nodded, though the phrase ‘mother tongue’ got him an odd look.  No doubt it sounded strange in a direct translation.  “The smallest, Pidge.  She is learning Altean.”

Is that what had brought this up?  “She’s coming along.  I have to say, the Altean way of teaching is… not typical for us.  But interesting.”  Once Shiro had discovered that the holograms couldn’t really hurt anyone, watching them chance Pidge edged more toward funny than horrifying, especially giving her rapidly improving poker face toward the situation.”

“Can I learn your Japanese?  Or your English.  I wish to speak with you in your… tongue.  Were there ever to be a time without translators, I want to be able to speak with you.”

Shiro’s brows rose.  “But I speak… small Galra.”

“Little,” Ulaz corrected.  “And you do, but the way you learned it was… unfortunate.  I don’t wish for you to need to use it.”

Ducking his head, Shiro swallowed hard.  “It’s a useful thing to know, though,” he replied.  “I’ll teach you English or Japanese if you help me improve my Galra.”

Ulaz frowned, unsure, but he finally nodded.  “Alright.  I wish to learn Japanese.”  He held up a huge hand, pausing Shiro’s words before he started.  “I know it is the less useful of the two.  But I wish it.  I want to give you the opportunity to speak it.  And if the need arises, you can translate for the others.”

“Alright,” Shiro replied, nodding slowly.  He looked a little like Ulaz had physically shaken him, ruffled and stunned, but then he smiled.  “I’d like that.”

Good.  Ulaz wanted to understand Shiro better.  He wanted to know how this small human had overcome and done so much.  Maybe understanding his language could be the first step.

If not, then it was just time spent together, and Ulaz couldn’t regret that.

An Awkward Situation.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: though not liked much by the avengers, Loki’s brought to the base by Thor to be looked after. You’re the only one he looks forward to meeting; his only friend. Days with you were going fine until you both find yourselves in an awkward situation.

Author’s Note: I wanted to experiment with a Loki fic so I came up with this. I already had the idea in my mind but wasn’t sure how to execute it in a story plus I wasn’t sure which character to pick. I just randomly thought of an embarrassed and flustered Loki and finding it adorable, I wrote this fic. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing and violence

Word Count: 1962

Originally posted by rawaria

Thor had decided to visit earth to look after some matters and meet jane. He was just about to leave when he thought of taking Loki along with him, though Loki had asked for forgiveness about his actions, he couldn’t quite trust him fully. So, he took him along and decided that he would let the avengers look after him.

The brothers arrived at the base and got in the elevator.

‘can you refresh my memory on the topic as to why I couldn’t have stayed in Asgard?’ Loki looked at Thor with raised eyebrows.

‘because after all you had done, you couldn’t be trusted to have left unsupervised.’ He simply stated.

‘I am not a child; I wouldn’t have done anything. If only you- ‘

‘children, my dear brother, are better than you. when they do not get what they wish, they complain or cry. They don’t just go around destroying cities or enslaving mankind.’ Thor faced him completely and he rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t like this place much. The humans hate me. How do you expect me to spend a week here?’ he asked in an irritated tone.

‘well, after what you’ve done that’s what you must expect, Loki.’ Thor kept a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

 ‘as to how you’ll stay here, hasn’t (y/n) got it all covered? You seem to like her.’ He smiled. ‘do tell me, Loki. Have you, by any chance, seem to have caught what they call ‘the feelings’ for her?’ he grinned.

‘no, she is just much less loath able than the others.’ He said trying to maintain his calm. ‘she treated me nicely and she is very interesting, that’s the reason I like her company.’ He looked at him.

‘and she’s very beautiful’ Thor said grinning.

‘and she’s very-‘Loki stopped mid-sentence and glared at him.

The doors opened and Thor got out laughing while Loki simply followed. Thor had asked all of them to be present at the time of their arrival. They entered the common room and found only you and tony seated there as all others were out for a mission. You noticed them first and greeted them.

‘hey Thor!’ you smiled.

‘hello (y/n). how are you?’ je smiled brightly.

‘I am great! You?’ you chirped.

‘if we do not talk of Loki, I am good.’ He said and nudged him.

‘hello Loki.’ You turned to him.

‘ah, finally you have acknowledged my presence.’ He smirked and looked at you.

‘you always have to be like that, huh?’ you folded your arms.

‘oh he has to, you know maintaining the classic evil, sarcastic character. He can’t help himself.’ Tony walked up to you.

‘stark.’ Loki gave him a sharp look.

‘Loki.’ Tony taunted. ‘Thor, why are you putting us through this?’ he turned to Thor and pointed at Loki.

‘you do know the reason. He can’t be left by himself. I still can’t believe that he won’t cause any harm.’ He explained.

‘well, in that case we will have to babysit him.’ tony mumbled and exited the room.

‘I must leave too. Goodbye (y/n).’ he smiled

  ‘bye Thor.’ You waved a little. ‘be good brother.’ He patted Loki’s shoulder and walked away.

‘I hate it already.’ He groaned.

‘don’t worry, Come with me.’ You offered him your hand.

‘where are you taking me?’ he asked as you as he followed you across the hallway.

‘my room, I have some stuff I wanna show you. even if you don’t want to do what I have planned you can just sit with me or we can talk or read.’ You said and he gave you a genuine smile.

Days with you were spent so comfortably. He loved spending time with you. you would talk about everything with him. you would tell him little bits of things about earth while he would share his knowledge of the universe with you. Even sitting in silence with you gave him a sense of happiness.

On the 5th day, you decided to take him outside dressed as a commoner, which was something he loathed, he didn’t like how the clothes looked on him. it was a very big change.

‘you look so nice!’ you grinned seeing him in an emerald green t-shirt, black leather jacket and jeans.

‘I look like a fool.’ he glared at you and then look hesitantly at the mirror.

‘no! I think, you look rather dashing.’ You leaned on the wall of your bedroom. A pink smudge appeared on his cheeks.

‘thank you for the compliment.’ He muttered and you chuckled.

‘you’re so cute!’ you got on your toes and pulled his cheek.

‘I am not cute I am dangerous.’ He folded his arms and you laughed.

‘alright, Mr. dangerous, let’s get going.’ You grabbed his hand and led him outside. He showed hesitation but you ignored him.

Natasha and Clint were walking in your direction. Clint noticed you and waved.

‘do you ever spend time with us anymore.’ He said.

‘yeah, and what do you do with him all day in your room?’ Natasha folded her arms and gave you her signature smirk.

‘it’s not what you are thinking.’ You glared.

‘okay, won’t mention it again. I am happy as long as I don’t have to see his face.’ She said and Loki rolled his eyes.

‘why the hell are you hiding behind her?’ Clint grabbed his arm and pulled him forwards.

‘have you lost your mind?’ he stumbled forwards and fixed his hair.

‘you got him to wear that!’ Clint’s eyes grew wide.

‘mhm, isn’t he looking nice.’ You held his hand and he tightened his grip.

‘he does look hot. (y/n) I have to say; your choice is great.’ Natasha looked him up and down while he tried to maintain his calm.

‘I know.’ You smiled. ‘now if you’d excuse us, we have to go.’

With that you both walked away. You took him to your favourite café and were walking around a park.

‘you like it?’ you looked at him.

‘the beverage is pleasant.’ He said as he sipped on his drink.

‘how would you describe this?’ you swirled the cup.

‘about the coffee, a nice bitterness.’ He looked at the mug. ‘you, look tempting.’ He stopped and looked at you. you blushed and decided to play along.

‘do I?’ you moved closer to him. ‘you have no idea.’ He closed the gap between you and towered you.

 ‘this dress you are wearing today compliments your body perfectly.’ His eyes fixed on you.

‘so this dress is the main reason of your sudden flirtations?’ you took a step back and started walking.

‘no, it’s actually the change of scenery.’ He followed you. he noticed you two were now alone. It was evening time. ‘is it just me or the weather suggesting something?’ he said in a low voice.

‘it’s just your imagination!’ you shoved him playfully.

‘I- ‘he stopped as he noticed a man who had been sitting on a bench earlier was looking at the two of you. he ignored it and continued walking.

‘cat got your tongue.’ You teased.

‘no, I- ‘he saw the man aiming a gun at you. ‘(y/n)!’ he shouted and pulled you in his chest. He took out his dagger and threw it in the man’s direction. It landed in his throat and he fell on the ground. Everything happened way too fast, he just stayed in the position until you spoke.

‘Loki, take your hand off my chest.’ You said in a small voice. He noticed his hand was on your breast and too make it worse, his grip was… tight.

He immediately removed his hand.

‘I-I, I am so sorry! I just couldn’t think of anything else. I was trying to protect you and my hands just.’ He tried to explain.

‘yeah, it’s okay.’ You squeaked out. ‘let’s get back.’ You kept your gaze low as you tried to hide your crimson turned face. He too had a bright blush on his face. He was too embarrassed to say anything and followed you.

The ride back to the tower was spent in the most awkward silence. None of you said anything. When you arrived at the base, you headed straight to your room and Loki to his.

You got in the bathroom to get changed and wash your face. You could still see how red your face was. When you took your dress off, you could see that the area of your chest where his hand had been was a little red too. Seeing it made you feel more embarrassed. You shook your head and quickly put your night clothes on.

You lay on your bed as you hugged a pillow. You could still feel his hand on you. he had large hands and his grip was strong and…. God, thinking about it was a torture.

  ‘how will I face him now?!’ you groaned internally. You clenched the pillow and buried your face in it.

Loki was in a chaos. What had he done? He was so close to getting his feelings out, everything was going fine, until…. He covered his face and groaned as the memory crossed his mind. If he was feeling so what would you be thinking?

I must do something. I can’t upset her, she’s my only… friend.’ He thought and left his room.

You popped your head from the pillow as you heard a soft knock on your gate. You got up and opened the gate. A heat rose to your face again as you saw Loki standing there with his hands at his back. He was wearing his normal clothes now.

‘oh, Loki, I- I, what- what are you doing here?’ you stuttered.

‘hello (y/n). will you let me in?’ he said softly.

‘yeah, sure, come in.’ you kept your gaze low.

‘okay, (y/n) I am very sorry for what happened earlier.’ He said.

‘oh it’s alright! It was embarrassing and you were only trying to save me- ‘he put a finger on your lips.

‘hush, I know that I am making you uncomfortable, but I insist that you listen to what I have to say.’ He looked at you and you nodded. ‘I was trying to protect you. I was truly frightened when I saw that man trying to kill you. you see, you mean a lot to me. You bring out the best in me. Time spent with you is what I thrive for now. You are one of the very few who have ever cared for me. And the thought of losing you, out of every being made me take an immediate action.’ The words felt like silk when he spoke them. They had wrapped you in the best of feelings.

‘I love you (y/n). please forgive me. Even if you do not intend on returning my feeling, just be my friend again. You are the only close person I have left.’ He brought his hands forwards. He had a tiny box in one hand and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in the other. You took them and set them aside. You smiled at him and he gave you a confused look.

‘why are you so adorable?’ you placed a hand on his cheek and grinned. the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile.

  ‘so, what shall I think this means?’ he smirked.

‘well,’ you wrapped your hands around his neck. ‘it means, I too love you and now you don’t have to apologize for putting your hands anywhere on me.’ You winked and he chuckled. He pulled you in a tight embrace. He pulled back and slid his arms down to your waist.

‘I wanted to do this for a long time now.’ He pulled you closer and connected his lips to yours.

‘I fucking knew it! You owe me 20 tasha!’ Clint ran away after seeing you both.

You both pulled back. He looked at you and then at the door. He closed the door and locked it. He held you again and fixed his eyes on you.

‘now, where were we?’ he smirked.



anonymous asked:

Do u accept triggering request? If u do will u do a thor x reader where they likes each other? But reader has a depression so has a good day n bad day. Thor is concerned n want to help so he ask loki to help fix reader's mind but it didnt work. Make it a mix between fluff n angst. Pls do this. But if you dont like it, thats fine, just ignore it. Thanks.

Pairing: Thor x Reader
Fandom: MCU

A/N: first of all, let me thank you for being my first request, you had no idea how happy you made me haha. Also, this request is such a good and angsty idea, I loved it and had so much fun writing it (despite of it being quite sad I think lol). Again, thank you so so much. (also, added Thor to my fandoms list)

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“(Y/N)? Are you awake?” Thor closed the door behind him and slowly approached your bed.

“Yeah,” you answered in a muffled voice.

The curtains were closed and only a few rays of sunshine were finding their way into your room, so it was relatively dark in there.

He sat down by your side and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face, then he continued to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

He was able to feel the slightest dampness on it, which made him realize that you had been crying.

“What can I do?”

You turned your head a bit to look at him properly.

“I’d appreciate a cuddle.”

He smiled and went around the bed to lie down next to you.

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Make A Stark ~Part 4 - Robb Stark x Reader

Okay, so this part is… pretty crap. Not gonna lie. I am sorry guys and I’m sorry it took so long. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3
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Originally posted by richard-madden

“Where’s Robb?” You blinked wearily looking around your room only to find your handmaiden and no Robb,

“He had to attend to some business, my lady.” By the way she took a moment to reply you knew there was something wrong,

“He is in trouble with his father, isn’t he?” Your handmaiden looked down at her hands before nodding slightly,

“Not his father, my lady.” You sat up slightly, your head full of confusion,

“What do you mean?” the young girl hesitated again,

“There is to be a visitor to Winterfell, my lady, your father is to be here soon.” You sat bolt upright,

“Get me prepared to go out, now.”

“My lady, I do not think…”

“It would not be a good idea, (y/n).” Robb appeared at your door but you didn’t great him so lovingly,

“Why did you not tell me my father was riding here?”

“Leave us,” Robb spoke to the maid and she scurried out quickly as his relaxed mood changed bitterly, “you are not to see him when he arrives.”

“What?!”

“I believe he intends to take you home, I cannot have that my darling.” You looked at him sadly,

“I cannot defy my father Robb…”
“Yes you can,” he strode over to you as you stood and went to gaze out of the window again, resting his hands on your waist with a sigh, “he is a manipulative abusive man and l don’t want to live without you. I

can’t.“ He spun you around in his arms and pulled you closer to him, embracing you carefully and resting his head on yours but you were preoccupied, you didn’t wrap your arms around his this time. You couldn’t hold anyone, you were too busy holding a grudge against your father.

It was hours before your father and his men rode into Winterfell and you had since changed for the first time in days. You watched as he paraded himself around the Starks as they stood proud in the courtyard, Robb had demanded that you stay in your room but he said nothing about watching. You could see your second eldest brother with him, he was the best of your brothers but hid it well, he used to show you a little kindness when you were back at home and you hoped that it would remain that way. You watched as your father dismounted, closely followed by your brother, and greeted Ned harshly completely ignoring Lady Stark and walking away sternly with Lord Stark - Robb following quickly. You were startled away from your door by a knock, you already knew who it was, “Alix, it’s been a while.”

“(y/n).” Even now he kept his distance from you, it seemed like too much time without you around had made him more alike to your brothers.

“What do you and father want here?” you demanded,

“Lovely to see you too dear sister” he laughed,

“I am not messing around, what do you want?”

“Well, father was planning on taking you home and marrying you off to some lord but now you have disgraced yourself no one will have you.” he mocked and seemed to snigger, he wasn’t the brother you knew,

“What has happened to you?”
“To me? I am not the one giving themselves to every lord you see,”
“I haven’t given anything to anyone, I was sick, Alix! I was ill and Robb helped me. That is all that happened.”  Alix looked at you for a moment before his smirk fell from his face,

“You’re being serious? Nothing happened?”

“No! Nothing happened and now my reputation is ruined and like you said no one will have me. I’ll be some spinster disowned by father.” You raked your hands through your hair, “What is father saying to Robb, to Lord Stark?”

“I don’t know…” you both looked at each other in a slight panic before you heard shouting coming from the courtyard outside.

You bolted to the window looking out to see Robb a fingertip away from your father as he screamed bloody murder. You looked back at your brother dangerously before grabbing your furs and running from the room.

“Father!” you stormed towards him, not caring who was looking, “What in the whole of Westeros do you think you are doing?” You stood between Robb and your father almost protectively as if you were shielding him from your fathers sharp tongue and fast sword.

“I send you here as a respectable girl and yet you whore yourself out to northern boys.” He spat.  His words and you could almost feel Robb tense behind you, “All you women are the same. Whores”  Robb moved to stand before you instead seeming to stand taller as the young wolf protected you,

“How dare you speak to her like that, this ‘woman’ is more respectable than you will ever be.”

“I was right to get rid of your mother after she had you, wish I had done the same with you” your father’s snarl was one you were used to but his words never failed to hurt you.

“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut” Robb’s fists clenched firmly at his sides and you reached forward resting your hand on his arm to attempt to calm him, ignoring the way your father glared at the action,

“And you are any better? Using whores to keep you company - just like your father I wouldn’t be surprised if she carried a bastard just like your brother.” Robb snapped and landed a firm punch to his face, probably sapping your father’s nose and sending him to the floor. All you could do was watch.

She is your daughter and she is just as innocent as when you sent her here. I know you don’t know what it feels or looks like to care for and look after a woman but I do,” Robb placed another swift punch to your fathers face and you watched on silently, you had never had this kind of protection from anyone in your life and you had never felt your heart swell so much. With one final punch Robb spoke again, “And that was for my brother.” He spat before walking to you again, wrapping his arm around you once again,

“My darling, are you okay?” You simply looked up at him remaining silent. It was rare for anyone to see Robb in that way and although you admired his strength and adored the way he cared for you, it scared you.

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Saudade

So, the Destiel Secret Santa challenge came to an end today and the authors have been revealed, so I’d like to share all of the fics I wrote for this challenge. 

This fic was a last minute pinch hit and my prompt was-

‘Hurt!Cas or Hurt!Dean and loads of comfort.’

So of course I wrote a 9.06 coda. I really feel like I’m one of the guys now! ^_^

Beta read by @officieldestiel, who was utterly fantastic and terrifyingly fast :)

Title: Saudade

Word Count: 2006

Rating: T

Summary: He can’t bear it now, the pity in Dean’s voice, the wasted sympathy, the kind platitudes, a few hundred dollars pressed into his hands before Dean inevitably leaves again. His hand is on the doorknob when strong arms wrap themselves around his middle and haul him back.

“Please don’t go,” Dean whispers into his hair.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 22

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2,365

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Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: See my previous post here. I was hoping to have Bucky in this chapter but I didn’t want to cut his reappearance short. Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

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Originally posted by starkandsnow

Originally posted by depressedparalysis

“Y/N,” Steve said concerned as he grabbed ahold of my uninjured arm to catch me. I had stumbled and nearly fallen once we had entered the jet. He picked me up and carried me to my seat.

I smiled at him weakly. “Stevie – I may have fibbed a little about that gunshot,” I mumbled softly. His brows knitted in concentration as he removed my makeshift bandage that had long since been soaked through. I knew the wound itself was superficial and wouldn’t kill me, but the rage I had tapped into for my energy had dissipated. It left me mentally and physically weary.  Steve retrieved the first aid kit and began to nimbly treat my wound the best he could. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as he worked.

“About getting shot?” he asked – his eyebrows shooting up as he looked at me.

“I lost control,” I muttered.

“We all do at some point,” he reassured me with a small smile. I couldn’t help but notice that the smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was obvious – he was worried about Bucky and about me. I sighed wearily as he set his jaw with determination. “We’ll find him. You’re okay, but we’re going to have to get you checked out,” he added as he stood and strolled to the pilot’s seat of the jet.

“Rogers,” Nick’s curt voice filled the air. “How did it go?”

“We’ve extracted some security footage from three days ago. I’m sending it to you now. We need you to run facial recognition on this. We think any intel you can find will be the best route to finding Bucky,” his last words fell flat. I knew where his mind had gone – to Bucky being stored in Siberia for decades under the control of H.Y.D.R.A.

“You found information on Barnes?” Nick sounded somewhat surprised.

“H.Y.D.R.A. has him,” Steve answered bluntly. “And Y/N has been shot,” he added nervously as he turned to look at me. “It’s not life threatening, but we need to get her treated quickly. I need her to be as recovered as she can be when we go in for extraction.”

“I’m in London now – I will meet you at the facility in Vienna.”

There was a brief pause. “Nick, you better call in Nat and Tony for this one,” Steve added.

“That’s a little difficult since Stark doesn’t know Y/N is with you,” Fury added sourly.

“You just worry about getting Stark here… I’ll do the rest,” Steve responded. “Over and out.”

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice was softer – he had set autopilot on the jet and had abandoned his post to check on me.

“Hm?” I muttered sleepily. In the back of my mind I knew my sudden burst of exhaustion was from both the emotional trauma I had endured and the physical trauma that had caused me to lose blood. I tried to do the math in my head – the wound wasn’t that bad, but I had recklessly ignored it for the most part. I mainly had forgotten just how much it hurt to be shot. Steve shook me gently to try to wake me up fully. I opened my eyes and blinked furiously to clear my vision.

“I can’t have you falling asleep on me,” he said seriously. He brushed the hair that had become stuck to my forehead away from my face. Steve had always been my protector – in a different way from Bucky. He was like the brother I had always wished I had.

I smiled at him sadly. “I’m sorry Steve,” I whispered.

“Why do you keep apologizing?” He asked confused – a hint of humor in his eyes. “You’re the one that got shot… not me. I should have done a better job.” He grimaced as he looked at my wound again.

“That’s not what I’m apologizing about,” I whispered softly. “I’m sorry about Bucky. You lost him too… and now…” Tears began to fill my eyes. I felt Steve’s hand wrap around mine.

“Listen to me. Y/N, I promise you that we’ll find him and we’ll save him. Whatever it takes. If it’s the last thing I do – I will get Bucky back to you,” he said it as if he was making a solemn vow – and I knew he completely meant it. I offered him a small smile. “You know it isn’t just for you…” he said softly.

“What?” I asked confused.

“He needs to be with you. I’ve known Bucky for a long time. I’ve watched him struggle to come back from the places that H.Y.D.R.A. took him, and for so long I was worried. Worried that he would never quite feel like he belonged, but then you showed up and it was like two puzzle pieces snapping together. Whatever he’s thinking…. Whatever he’s doing… he knows deep down that he can’t run from you,” Steve squeezed my hand reassuringly before making his way back to the controls.


“I’m telling you Rogers – she is staying here and that is final.”

“Listen Tony, she is probably one of the only people that can reason with him so if she can go she is going. She will obviously want to go,” Steve let out an angry huff. Apparently the two men had been arguing for quite some time and had finally managed to wake me up. I moved stiffly as I opened my eyes – wincing as I remembered I had been shot. The pain wasn’t quite as bad now – I had a feeling that at some point someone had given me a hearty dose of painkillers.

“What the hell are you two arguing about?” I groaned as I carefully scooted myself up in the bed. Both men turned to me. Steve had the good grace to look ashamed while Tony continued to look annoyed.

“Steve here wants you to go with him once we locate Barnes. I think it is too dangerous in your condition,” Tony scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Oh come on Tony! The doctor said there was no major damage – hell he even said there wasn’t that much blood loss. She passed out from a combination of things. You were here when he said it! He said she needed rest which she’s done plenty of for the last three days!” Steve was yelling now. He wasn’t going to back down from Tony on this.

“Do I have a say in any of this?” I asked quietly. Both men looked slightly taken aback.

“Of course you do Y/N” Steve answered apologetically.

“I am going. He’s there because of me, and I have to make it right,” I answered quietly. I also had the very real feeling that he wouldn’t come back with us which made my heart sink, but I had to go. I had to see him. I had to speak to him. I had to save him. I swallowed hard to keep the tears at bay. I looked up wearily at Tony as he opened his mouth to argue. I put up a hand to silence him so I could continue. “Listen, Tony you will be there. I won’t do anything crazy. I’ll stay behind everyone else, but you know I have to do this. Please let me do this.”

Tony huffed as he mulled over my little speech. Finally, he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine – I know I’m not going to win this one anyways. If you feel like you can go then go. Just remember – you being reckless can put others in danger.” And just like that he stormed out of the room. I could tell he understood why I needed to go, but he was obviously not happy about it. Steve shook his head – a look of pure frustration on his face – as he sat down on the side of my bed.

“Tony’s just mad that I let you come here and that you got hurt. How do you feel?” he asked.

“I mean it certainly isn’t the worst I’ve felt, but I’ve been better,” I smiled at him meekly. “Steve…” I began

“Fury has gathered some intel on the men that took Bucky. He’s already identified several and now we are just circling until we can pinpoint an exact location. We’re close though,” he added reassuringly. I sighed wearily as I slid back into the bed. Steve was still looking at me concerned.

“Y/N…” he said hesitantly.

“Yeah Steve?”

He paused and shifted uncomfortably. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” I could tell he was still uncomfortable about my reaction at the facility. It was a side of me that Steve had never actually seen before, and I could tell it made him nervous.

“I have to be, Steve. I don’t have a choice. I have to see him.”

He smiled at me sadly. “Okay – try to get some more rest. I will let you know once Fury pinpoints a location.” He rose carefully from the bed and left to allow me to rest.

I drifted into an uneasy sleep which swirled with memories, dreams, nightmares, blood, and Bucky’s face as he wordlessly spoke his apology to me before being beaten and dragged away to some unknown hell.


“Y/N,” Nat whispered under her breath so Tony and Steve wouldn’t hear. I broke from my thoughts to look at her. I hadn’t noticed how tense my body had become until I felt the ache in my arm. “Are you alright?” she asked concern.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just… I’m just trying to focus.” I responded before we lapsed back into silence.

It had taken five days, from the time we had visited the facility, for Nick to track down where he believed Bucky had been taken. The area was a relatively remote place in Siberia – not unlike the facility they previously used to store Bucky and the other Winter Soldiers. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat — store. What had they done to him in the eight days since they had captured him? Were we already too late? Even if we weren’t… even if Bucky was still Bucky… would he come back after all he had been through because of me? I felt my heart begin to race at the thought. As soon as we had received the intel we had packed up and were in the air in under thirty minutes. Since we had left my mind had been plagued by a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.

For what it was worth, Steve and I had asked both Tony and Nat to stand down in regards to Bucky. They were with us solely for support, because we knew we were walking into a trap. Their job was to distract and neutralize while we looked for Bucky. I had made Tony promise me, with quite a bit of argument, that he would stay out of whatever happened with Bucky after he had all but threatened to drag him back to the compound if it was the last thing he did. Steve stayed mostly silent during the exchange. When I pushed him about it later he had quietly refused to talk about what we would do if Bucky refused to come back. Ever since the conversation he had avoided being alone with me. I knew he was just as anxious about it as I was. I also knew that Steve had promised to bring Bucky back, and he wasn’t one to take promises lightly.

The rocking of the jet as it touched down brought me back to the present. I swallowed hard as I unbuckled myself from my seat and checked to make sure I had all of my gear.  Nat and Tony exited the jet to give Steve and myself some time to talk. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Are you okay?” I countered back.

He shifted uncomfortably but remained quiet for a moment. “We should probably go,” he finally answered as he grabbed his shield.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. ran a perimeter check – everything out here is clear. We have about fifty hostiles inside but they are spread out enough that if we do it right we should be able to take care of them pretty quickly. It seems like more are gathered at one of the lower levels. That’s probably where Barnes is being held,” Tony called over his shoulder as Steve and I exited the jet.

“Great. They definitely won’t be expecting that we have brought people with us, but we still need to be careful. Who knows what they have up their sleeves. Tony and Nat – let’s work on clearing out the top levels while Y/N accesses their security footage. Tony I’m assuming you found an easy access point for that?” Steve responded.

“Oh certainly. My name wouldn’t be Stark if I couldn’t,” he snorted.

“Okay. Y/N you focus on that. We will try to keep you covered, but stay alert just in case. We want to go in with as much stealth as we can. Once we have cleared the top level and extracted the intel we need – Tony I need you to create some sort of diversion that will cause most of the lower levels to clear out. That will help Y/N and I move through the lower levels without having to deal with as many guards. Think you can handle it?” he asked Tony.

Tony scoffed. “If I can handle a horde of angry aliens hell bent on destroying New York City I am pretty sure I can handle a few H.Y.D.R.A. agents.”

“Okay… Okay. Let’s get this over with” Steve sighed as I gripped my gun tightly. 

The words of the man from the facility echoed in my mind as we neared the entry point that Tony had scouted for us. “Tell me, did Sargent Barnes ever tell you what it was like to be unmade?” If anything was for certain, I knew that H.Y.D.R.A. would soon find out what it was like to be unmade.  If it was the last thing I did – I would make every one of them pay. My anger festered and flowed from me as I tapped into a place that would help me survive the nightmares that were yet to come.


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You found yourself around Jaebum a lot more than you imagined. It made your heart a maniac each time, but you loved it because it made you feel. Apart from your raging emotions, Jaebum was actually really kind, opposite from the cold aura that he exudes. Never once did you take each moment spent with him for granted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t. He was clueless about how much you admired him, so at times he invited other girls to join the two of you whether that be for a walk to the convenience store or practice.

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Ride Along With The Boys~ AJ Styles Imagine

Originally posted by cmjesus

Requested by anon

A/N : I wrote word for word when I watched the Ride along episode with these boys. I’m sorry if something is incorrect. Enjoy !


You were going to the next city with the boys, Luke said he would drive. Rolling your suitcase into the parking lot to where AJ, Karl and Luke were waiting for you.

“ Took you long enough” AJ smirked as he noticed you walking over. Sticking out your tongue at him, he shook his head chuckling. Karl had taken your bags putting them into the trunk along with the rest.

The funny thing was he couldn’t find the button to close the trunk. 

“ It’s right there” AJ pointed out. You snickers behind Karl, he could be slow sometimes. “ Oh”

“ Wow Anderson.. just wow” He just stuck his middle finger up at you, you laughed. 

“ Freaking Hillbillies” AJ said before he got into the car. Luke was driving, AJ in the passenger seat while you sat next to Karl. 

As you gotten on the road, looking out the window, “ who would of thought a year ago we would be jumping on John Cena in the WWE” Luke says. 

“ Who would of thought that we would be in the WWE a year ago” 

“ Before we went out tonight I looked at Gallows and I was like this is the same thing as Gas Tony Armory man" Karl says.

Gallows laughs while driving, AJ chuckles while you snicker sitting behind AJ. 

“ Yeah, your right man, hell yeah” Anderson laughs.  

“ Now we have the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunities that are in front of us. I senseriouly believe that hard work will pay off and rises to the top” AJ says.

“ Sure will. I mean look at you guys, your the club. Together you’ll rise to the top, everyone loves you”  you said. Karl looked over at you, smiling.

“ Thanks Y/N” 

“ We know you have our backs, no matter what darlin” AJ turns back to glance at you as he smiles. You blew him a kiss, he sent you a wink.

Karl groaned, “ You two need to stop before I throw up in my mouth”

“ Shut up Anderson” You slapped him in the shoulder. “ Relax women..” AJ and Luke laugh, “ You two are like siblings that never stop fighting” 

“ I rather jump of the bridge then be related to him” Karl sent you a glare. You put your hands up, laughing, “ I was joking, sheesh Karl” 

Karl just rolls his eyes. 

“ AJ?” Anderson calls out to him.

“ Yo?” AJ calls back. 

“ What was Wrestlemania like?” Anderson asks. 

“ I assumed that I never… get that opportunity “ AJ looks back at Anderson. “ Yeah” Anderson says. “ Yeah” AJ reply.

“ You were there too Y/N, right?” Luke asks. “ Yeah, I was” 

“ What was it like for you?” Karl turns to ask you. “ It was one of the greatest moments of my life and having AJ there watching in the back, it was nerve wrecking. Thousand of people were out there, I was nervous but once I stepped into that ring, I was ready “ 

“ How about you babe?” You shifted in your seat to move up to look over at AJ. He glanced at you and Karl as he continued to tell about his Wrestlemania experience. 

“ It sucked but I was going to live with it and learn to live with it.” “ Having the opportunity to go to Wrestlemania in front of that many people over a hundred thousand. It was amazing.” “ Despite you know, a lot of people, “oh you didn’t win, and I did win” AJ says.

“ Career Wise” 

“ I was at Wrestlemania” AJ says. “ Yeah” “ Absolutely” 

“ I was at Wrestlemania” AJ repeats. “ The sweetest Wrestlemania’s “ Karl adds in. 

“ I agree, it was one of the greatest” You glanced at Karl, agreeing with him.

“ “ I had a match and dude I’m glad that Chris Jericho was there” “ And you did great sweetheart” Placing your hand on AJ’s shoulder rubbing it a bit, “ Thank you darlin” He sent you a smile.

“ Yeah” 

“ Do you guys remember Chris Jericho’s debut?” You asked them. 

“  I do” AJ says. 

“ For WCW?” “ And the countdown clock and all that build up to the melneium” “ And then that entrance, promo, I still remember what he was wearing and it matched the silvery sparkly shirt” 

“ And that hair, he had a small pony tail on top of his head. The Rock was in the ring” You added. 

“ That dude is a legend”

“ He is one of the greatest wrestlers that still wrestle today. Chris is an amazing dude, he gave me one of his books to read when I came into the WWE” 

“ Really?” You nodded. “ Yeah, he told me a few things here and there before you guys came in” 

“ That’s awesome” Luke says. 

“ We’ve been seeing some things that I never thought I see”

“ We see a lot of things that no one else has seen in Japan” “ It’s very true”
“ I am trying to find a laundry mat in Japan which is like four washers and four dryers on the side of a building in the middle of a sidewalk” Anderson said. “ Yeah” AJ agrees, nodding his head. 

“ And there is where a bunch of where people live that so happens to be a laundry mat” Aj says. “ A tiny one “ he adds.

“ AJ, I forgot to tell you when I went out first with Gallows in Japan” Anderson says. “ Great brother, everyone loves Gallows. Right? Funny, charismatic,  he’s nice , sweet”

“ Give a little more” Luke says. “ Amazing dude, fun to be around, teddy bear at heart” You add tapping Luke’s shoulder. Luke chuckled, “ I am no teddy bear” 

“ You so are Gallows” AJ and Karl snicker as Luke shoots a glare over at AJ who hides his smile. 

“ Then I get pulled aside after two weeks of his first tour” Gallows laughs. “ Gallows heat big stinky” The four of you laugh. 

“ Awe, shit. please tell him and I was like awe man, alright man”” So your sitting there eating and I go bro, you got stinky heat and the boys says you stink. Face turns purple” Luke laughs. You throw your head back laughing, holding your stomach with Karl leaning on your shoulder laughing as well as he continues. “ And he goes, fuck them”

The four of you laugh once again. The camera zooms in on us, Luke shows off his muscles while driving, “ Gallow pay attention before you get us killed” 

Then the camera goes on your side as you stick out your tongue out the window, “ Real mature Y/N” Karl mutters. You flip him off still sticking your tongue at the camera. 

“ Gallows, is your son going nuts with this WWE run right now?” Anderson asks. 

“ Oh he loves it, he is at that age when he crazy loves when I was eight like him starting to watch”

“ Does he have the big ring?” You ask “ He’s got..” Luke thinks for a moment.

“ The big ring” AJ shows with his hands how big the ring is. “ Yep” Luke says as he looks over at AJ for a moment.

 “ Our son, has one too dude.” AJ says. “ He does, he loves it” You add. 
“ We got like 12 rings” Luke says. “ Damn” You muttered. AJ chuckles. 

“  You know.. I …watched wrestling when I could but not watch very much of it”  Aj says. “ Same with me, I would watch with my brother though” You add

 “ But I had Heaman” AJ says.

“ Heaman or Heaman?” Anderson asks. Heaman?” You asked looking at Karl. 

 “ Heaman” Aj says. “ He had a shield brother” “ Heaman” “ You know, Heaman not more than one” “ Heaman brother” “ Not Heaman” “ Heaman is cohorts” “ Multiple Heamans.”

“ What the fuck you talking about?” You ask, Anderson laughs putting his forehead your shoulder. 

AJ says with a show of his hand, “ Heaman.” You shake your head as you stare out the window.  “ That man of plural Heaman” “ Right” “ I know he is getting it wrong” “ Alright good”

“ I would take knives, and we had an old crate, milk crate and take the knifes” AJ motions with his hands the knifes. “ In four corners and take rubber bands” “ Oh! That’s awesome” “ That would be my ring”

“ I wish I would of done that, that sounds awesome” 

“ Well your a girl so..” Karl says. You glared over at him, “ Is that suppose to mean anything? Just because I am girl, I can’t have my own ring?” 

Karl was silent, he didn’t want to anger you. “ Better not anger my women, although I love the angry sex” AJ says. You hit him upside his head, his cap falling off of his head. “ What was that for?!” AJ glances back at you with a pout. 

“ You know why” You rolled your eyes as AJ turns back. 

“ Please tell the one about jumping on the Rock’s car” You look over to Luke as he starts the story, smiling, moving forward to hear more. ” By the time, I was a teenager, my fandom had taken my life. In Pittsburg we all to eat glue and we were waiting on people to come out and the Rock came pulling up the ramp in a big Lincoln. He had like one of those Hawaiian rock shirts and looked cool as hell.  And I was like right at the front , the rock got stopped. There were two other car loads wrestlers in front of him.” 

“ He couldn’t take it “ Anderson says. “ I couldn’t take it” Luke says. “ Just my best running leap, man” You laugh with AJ, shaking your head. These boys and their stories. 

. “ And I swear to you I landed on the hood,  god is my witness. The rock , him as cool as the rock is, just sitting there in the car and he goes” Luke does the raise eyebrow. You laugh as he impersonated The Rock’s eyebrow. “ Flashing his eyebrow and about that timeI just felt like this incredible force of four hundred pound security guard. He goes his hand in the back of my belt and he just  flung my ass. I just take a head butter on the ground and roll and take off, sprinting man and trying to find my buddies . They were coming for me.” The four of you laugh.

“ Oh that’s awesome” AJ says. “ Love the story Luke” You say leaning back adjusting your shirt as it was showing some skin, Anderson had glanced at it. You felt his eyes, pulling the shirt more down.

“ We can entertain each other, Karl and I doing impersonations of people for eight or nine hours “ Luke says. 

“ I can listen to you guys for at least four” AJ says. 

“ Five” You say. Karl rolls his eyes as he hears your answer.

“ If you can’t take form to the side of your head then get out of this business” “ Get out of this business” Gallows repeats.

“ You freaking idiot” Anderson says. 

“ Aye, you guys mind?” AJ says, Anderson laughs. Luke starts doing impersonation of Stone Cold, AJ joins in with the, “ What?” 

“ What?” Karl does it too. “ What?” You joined in. The four of you say in your own Stone Cold Steve Austin impersonations, “ What?”

Then it changed to Howard Finkle, “ 

“ The Phenomenal  AJ Styles!” Gallows does impersonation. AJ smiles while Anderson chuckles in the back. 

You tried, “ Phenomenal, AJ STYLES!!” you added the hoarse voice he does it with.

“ That was close Y/N” Luke says. “ Thanks” 

“ He got a hoarse voice, I can’t hit the place like I used to” Next was the Sour boys. You made a sour face like you ate something sour before you started to talk, “ Juice box or something refreshing. What I just ate was very sour”

“ The drink I had was very sour. I need milk or something” 

“ Yeah” AJ nods. 

“ Or my face is going to be stuck like sour for the rest of  the ride and I won’t feel my mouth because I won’t eat any fucking..” You break out of character and laugh along with AJ.  “ Screw you guys, I am going home” Luke mumbles.

“ Woke up the other day, my daughter sleeps with us. One year old. With her foot almost in my mouth. I woke up and it was here” He points to his mouth near nose, AJ says. 

“Princess likes to cuddle with daddy and mommy” 

“ “ That’s awesome “ Luke says. 

“ I am a cybor man, i like to snuggle to the Y/N and I can’t do it. “ You chuckle.

“ Yes you can, princess loves to cuddle with daddy” 

“ I want to cuddle with you darlin” “ Awe” You stood up a little bit reaching around to kiss his cheek, he smiles taking your hand kissing your fingertips.

“ well you better be careful Uncle Allen” You smile thinking if you had another girl.

“ Going to have a fifth baby"

“ Oh no, Oh no brother” AJ shakes his head. “ We fixed that “ Aj says.

 Luke laughs. “ you never know though” “ Yeah, what if I want another one?” AJ turns to glance at you , “ Don’t worry AJ, we have our hands full for now” 

“ Good” He turns back in his seat. “ We don’t-”

“ 10 miles” The GPS comes over cutting off whatever was about to be said, making you jump with Karl laughing. AJ flinging his arms as Luke grips the wheel as he jumps in his seat.

“ Jeezes!”  “ Scare the fuck out of me” 

“ Fuck” “ Holy shit balls”

“ Where almost there, yay!” You clap your hands. “ Who gave what to Y/N now?”

“ What is that suppose to mean?” “ You have energy like there is no tomorrow”

“ I am just happy” “ happy?” “ To be out of this car soon, you goofs are too much “

“ Hey!” They all yell together. 

“ Car wacks out” Luke put his hands up in joking manner.

 Anderson says “Better put them up” 

“ Exit right..” GPS says.

“ Exit right” Luke impersonates the gps.

“ That voice is getting on my nerves”

“ Agreed, annoying as hell” You muttered. 

“ The other morning, we were going to take an hour nap then I was going to go to the mall and then to the gym. Well he turns on the show ( I didn’t know how to spell it) “  “ When the last time you watched that?”” Well then like he’s still watching it and I am kinda falling asleep. My alarm goes off so I could go to the mall. i wake up and matt lock is on” Anderson laughs. 

“ I don’t watch the matt lock, so I’m watching it but then do I wake him up to go to the mall or not? And he was sleeping with his arm behind his head and just snoring his ass off. And I didn’t wake him up.But he looks so funny. He had the cover half, like a posed picture but sleeping through matt lock the backs of 100 volume.”  Luke says.

“ Wow, tough sleeper you are Anderson” He laughs shrugging.

I bet I look freaking sexy like that” Anderson says.

“ Oh I’m sure the ladies would love to see that. Sleeping Anderson Teddy Bear” You joked, Anderson stuck out his tongue at you.

“ That is my thing” “ Deal with it”   

“ Under one mile” AJ says. “ well with this speed might get there by six a.m. I know your driving the buses but let’s get it going” There were buses in front of us , slowly driving.

 “ He got me blocked in” Luke says. 

“ Go around him” “ Not that hard”

“ Shake and Bake! If he ain’t first your not last” “ First your last” 

“ they are going to hate me”” They probably already do”

“ We made it boys “

“ And girl” You add  “ Yeah” “ Beautiful “” Finally! “ On ride as usual”

Luke parks the car, you jumped out stretching your legs. “ Freedom!” You yell while AJ laughs, shaking his head wrapping an arm around you.

“ Remind me why were married again?” You flicked his nose, “ Because you love me “

The Key is Positivity (Klance Fic)

Pairing: Keith/Lance (Klance)
Rating: T (Panic Attack)
Word Count: 3348

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“So does this mean you have super powers?”

Keith looked down at where Lance had his head resting on his lap because no amount of Keith shoving him could get the other boy to stop doing it. “What are you talking about?”

“Well you’re part alien and if comics taught me anything, that means you’ve got to have some super human abilities.”

“Comics?”

“Yeah. How do you not know what comic books are?”

“I know what they are. I’m just confused why you’re using them as a basis for real life situations.”

“It’s not like I have anything else to go off of! Come on, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t be cool to have powers like Superman or-”

“Wasn’t Superman all alien?”

“That’s…” Lance glared angrily at the ceiling once he realized Keith was actually right about something pop culture related. “What about Star-Lord or Captain Marvel or-”

“I get the point and I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“So?”

“So what, Lance?”

“Do you have any enhanced abilities or super powers because you’re part alien?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

A huge grin spread across Lance’s face like a cat that caught the canary and Keith seriously debated smothering that look away. “It’s important for the team that we know that answer. Battle strategies and all that.”

“Fine. If it will actually get you to shut up about it, let’s do it.”

“Do what?”

“Figure out whether I have abilities or whatever you want to call them.”

“Super powers.”

“No.” When Lance opened his mouth to argue, Keith quickly pushed himself off the couch so Lance fell to the floor with an impressive thud. “Are you coming? I do actually have things I need to do today that don’t include humoring you.”

“Where are we going?”

“The training room. Where else would we go to figure it out?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you would actually agree to do this.”

“Good to know you really thought this one through.”

“Same amount of thought that goes into your plans. See enemy, attack enemy.”

Keith stopped walking so suddenly that Lance collided straight into his back and nearly lost his balance. “I’m about to attack someone.”

“I’m going to tell Shiro on you.”

“You won’t get the chance.”

“You don’t mean that. Do you? Keith?” The pitch of Lance’s voice raised just a little higher as Keith continued on his way to the training room without bothering to answer. “Keith?”

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“This is ridiculous. I didn’t magically develop the ability to see through things and I’m pretty sure the Galra can’t even do that.”

“I know that.”

“Then why am I wearing a blindfold?”

“I’m going to throw things at you and see if you can hit them.”

The blindfold blocked Lance’s view of Keith’s eyes narrowing in response to Lance’s blasé statement. “You’re just taking this as an opportunity to hit me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t accidentally hit you on purpose in months. I just want to see if you’ve got freaky abilities that you didn’t know about before. Now get your sword up.”

“I’m seriously questioning my decision to agree to this.”

“Too late!”

The sound of something cutting through the air was the only warning Keith got that something would soon be hitting his face. On instinct, he brought his sword up to deflect whatever it was like he would deflect a blow from an opponent. Whatever the thing was knocked against the blade and fell to the floor at Keith’s feet. Keith could practically hear the sound of Lance’s jaw dropping in shock before he started spluttering.

“How did you do that?”

“Heard it.”

“No way. That’s not even possible.”

“Your other senses get heightened when you take one away. My hearing is just compensating for my loss of vision.”

“Not that well, that quickly.” The sound of things banging around then Lance letting out a triumphant sound reached Keith’s ears. “There’s an easy way to test this. I’ll just move around randomly throwing things at you and we’ll see just how good your hearing is.”

“Fine.”

Keith gripped the hilt of his sword tighter as he listened carefully to the sound of Lance moving around him in a circle. When he finally tossed another object at him, it came from the back on his left side so he had to twist his body around to block it. The next one came much quicker from the same direction he had been facing before and made a sharp sound when it met his blade. Three more were easily deflected off his blade in quick succession without Keith even having to think about what he was doing.

The moment the fifth one clinked off his blade Keith moved the blade to point at where he knew Lance was now standing and removed the blindfold. A dumbfounded expression was plastered on Lance’s face as he stared unblinkingly at Keith with wide eyes. The objects he still had cradled in the crook of his left arm fell to the floor and scattered across the ground. He finally managed to close his mouth with a sharp snap, but continued to stare at Keith like he didn’t quite understand what he was looking at.

“My hearing might be a little better than a normal humans.”

“Might be? Might be! No human would be able to do that without tons of training and they still might not be able to do it. That was insane.”

“What good is it going to do in combat? So I can hear things better. Who cares?”

A bunch of indiscernible noises came out of Lance’s mouth that vaguely reminded Keith of a strange cat he used to feed. “There’s plenty of situations it could help! If you have to fight in the dark or we need to hear what someone’s saying, but we can’t risk getting closer. I’m sure Shiro could think of more.”

“Okay, it might be helpful sometimes. It won’t when we’re flying or using Voltron.”

“I’m glad you mentioned that.”

“What now?”

“Well the advanced hearing is great and everything, but that doesn’t account for how fast you were able to react.”

“It was just instinct. Even you have enough instinct to keep something from hitting you.”

“Doesn’t mean you’d be able to react in time.”

“I’m going to regret asking this, but what do you exactly plan on doing to test my reflexes.”

“We’re going to need Shiro.”

“Whatever you’ve got in mind, he won’t agree to.” Keith let out a heavy sigh at the excited grin Lance had on his face. “Stop smiling and go get him. Remember I have-”

“Things to do today like brooding and glowering. I get it.”

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Somehow Lance managed to get not only Shiro to come to the training room, but all the other occupants of the castle except for Coran. The excited way Allura and Pidge were talking together had Keith wishing he had refused to humor Lance and done anything else instead. Not even the friendly thumbs up Hunk sent him made Keith feel any better about what was about to happen. He was so distracted by Pidge and Allura he didn’t notice Shiro coming over to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” The hand on Keith’s shoulder gave a gentle squeeze then dropped down to Shiro’s side. “We understand if you’re still having trouble adjusting. No one would think any less of you.”

“Really, I’m fine. I’m still me, right?”

“Right. Lance mentioned something about you having enhanced hearing.”

“He threw things at me while I was blindfolded.”

“That was mentioned, too. It’s good to know though. It could prove useful in the future.”

Keith nodded his head in acknowledgement and turned his attention back to where Allura and Pidge were messing with some sort of Altean technology Keith hadn’t seen before. “Do you have any idea what they’re doing?”

“Allura mentioned they had a device they would use for similar purposes that Pidge could fix up to do what we need. It might take a few minutes. Perfect time for us to talk.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I was wondering what’s going on between you and Lance. You’ve been… closer since we found out.”

“We’re friends. I guess.”

“Just friends?” Something about Shiro’s casual tone had Keith turning to look at the older Paladin and was confused to see a knowing smile on his face.

“What else would we be? Best friends?”

“Nothing. I was just curious. I am glad the two of you are friends. It will be good for the team dynamic.”

“Right.”

“Looks like they’re done. What will we be doing?”

Pidge moved her attention from the laptop in front of her to Shiro and Keith with an excited gleam in her eyes. “This little device is going to fly around shooting little energy bursts at you that you’ll have to block or dodge. It’ll gradually increase in difficulty every minute. Whoever gets to a higher level has faster reflexes.”

“Sounds simple enough. I’ll go first.”

After grabbing a practice shield and sword, Shiro took a defensive stance in the middle of the room with his eyes focused on the little robot. The robot started shooting energy bursts at Shiro with plenty of time in between each one for Shiro to prepare for the next one. Slowly the speed of the shots increased until they could barely be seen before Shiro was blocking them. It didn’t take much longer for Shiro to get hit in the chest by a shot he couldn’t get his shield up in time to block.

“You’re up, Keith.”

Keith took a deep breath as he readied himself for the small to devices to take its first shot at him. All his focus narrowed in on the device until he completely forgot about the others still in the room with him. His eyes stayed trained on the device as it flitted around in the air trying to catch him off guard. By the time it finally managed to succeed with a well-aimed energy burst to his weaker side, Keith was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Every muscle in his body ached, but he still felt like he could have gone a little longer and worked a little harder.

“That was truly incredible.” Allura’s bright eyes were totally zoned in on Keith along with an absolutely radiant smile meant all for him. “It has been a long time since I have seen such a fine display. Very impressive.”

“Thanks. What was my time?”

Pidge pushed her glasses up her nose and held her hand up for the little robot to rest down on instead of zooming spastically around her. “You lasted three minutes longer than Shiro. Lance was right. Your reflexes are quite a bit faster than a regular human’s reflexes. It’s not surprising you never noticed. There aren’t many situations you would need to be that quick for and even if you did, it would just seem normal to you.”

“Is there anything else that might be different?”

“Well the Garrison makes all their pilots take vision tests so if there was anything different about that, you would already know. We’ve all seen how much you train so we know you have great endurance, which might have something to do with the Galra part of you, but we wouldn’t know unless we had data of humans at peak endurance levels and we don’t. We can only use Shiro as a comparison for so much. Your strength seems pretty normal for a person of your size and built, but I could be wrong. What do you think, Shiro?”

“I think your right. His strength isn’t greater than it should be.”

“So I have enhanced hearing, reflexes, and maybe endurance.”

“Not really surprising considering the Galra are a militant race. They’ve trained their kind for centuries to be excellent soldiers and all those things would help reach that goal. I may be a tech person, but even I can appreciate how incredible biology can be.”

“Yeah, incredible.”

“You know, I should be getting back to work. Things to do. Hunk, you coming?” The speed that Pidge managed to bounce up with her laptop in her arms surprised Keith and had him opening his mouth to ask about her sudden change in topic, but she was already dragging Hunk out of the training room.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing. Allura and I need to go talk strategy about the next mission. Do you need anything before we go?”

“No.”

Shiro reached up to ruffle Keith’s hair fondly before he followed Allura out of the training room, leaving Keith alone with Lance again. Suddenly the shield and sword he was still holding felt unbelievably heavy and Keith found himself letting them fall to the floor at his feet. He became acutely aware of his hands shaking violently at his sides and no amount of clenching made them stop. The feeling of his legs giving out took him by surprise so his knees ended up slamming painfully against the ground.

Everything around him began to blur and dark spots started to dance around his vision where there hadn’t been any before. The realization of how out of control Keith was in his own body made him feel helpless and scared as his vision got darker and darker. His own breathing was so loud he couldn’t hear all the ambient noise he had become used to since he started living at the castle. It was all too much and Keith had no idea how to make any of it stop.

The feeling of warm pressure on his cheeks broke through the isolation his body had been sinking into and reminded Keith that someone was still there. That simple reminder seemed to be enough for his body to decide to calm back down until he could hear again. The buzz of electronics, the whoosh of air being supplied to the room so they could breath, the sound of someone singing something in a language Keith didn’t understand. Being able to hear again bled into slowly being able to see everything around him once more. First in blurs, then back to the clarity Keith was used to.

“Lance.”

The warm hands on Keith’s face pulled away, but were quickly replaced by strong arms wrapped around his waist instead so their bodies were nearly pressed chest to chest. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just a panic attack. It’s going away. Everything’s fine.”

“I-”

Something about the certainty in Lance’s eyes made Keith feel reassured and let him feel safe enough to let his exhausted body fall completely into Lance’s body. Tears started to pour down Keith’s face and dampened the soft fabric his face was resting on. His body shook uncontrollably, but he didn’t feel everything fading away from him like he had early and he felt grateful for that. It’d been a long time since he’d felt utterly exhausted and he was sure he would pass out if the same thing happened a second time.

Gradually the tears slowed down until he was no longer crying and his body stopped shaking so he was completely still for the first time in what felt like hours. The hands that had been steadily rubbing up and down his back stilled then dropped back down to Keith’s waist. Lance tried to lean his body away, but Keith just tightened the hold his hands had on his chest until he stopped. One of Lance’s hands came up to push his hair out of his face, but he didn’t try to move him again.

“How did you know to do that?”

“One of my little sister had really bad anxiety. We didn’t realize how bad it was until one day when we were at the beach. It was just the two of us. I went to get some water to put in the moat we made for our sandcastle and these boys decided to pick on her. New people always made her nervous and them picking on her only made things worse. It was all too much and she had a panic attack. I had no idea what to do. I was like nine or ten at the time. I’ve never felt more helpless than I had that day. Luckily, a young couple noticed what was happening. The girl was studying to be a psychologist so she knew what was happening and helped me calm my sister down.” The fingers on Keith’s waist dug in a little harder and Lance’s head dropped sideway onto Keith’s own. “After that, I made sure I knew exactly what to do. I wanted to be sure I would be able to help my sister if it ever happened again.”

“Thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

“I felt completely useless. It was like I was trapped in my own body and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Makes sense.”

Keith pulled his head back just enough that he would be able to look Lance in the eyes. “Why? This has never happened before. I’ve… I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

“My sister told me that’s how she would feel during panic attacks. Completely helpless to do anything to stop it once it started and it only ever happened to her when she felt that way. When those boys were picking on her, she felt out of control and every panic attack she’s had since then has been because she felt utterly helpless. You’ve just found out you’re part alien. Panic is a better response to that than a lot of the alternatives.”

“I’ve been this way my whole life, but for some reason it feels like everything’s changed. In my mind I know it really hasn’t, but knowing just makes it different.”

“Not to me. I still hate you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Got you to smile.”

“No, it didn’t.” Keith tucked his head back down against Lance’s neck so the other Paladin couldn’t see the small smile on his face. “What if we find out there are other things different about me? Things that make me dangerous.”

“We’ll have Hunk hug it out of you or his girlfriend. Shea might actually be better at hugging it out of you.”

“She’s not his girlfriend. He just admires her very much.”

A cut off snort was buried in Keith’s hair as Lance’s body shook with laughter that made Keith’s body move with him. “No one believes that and no one cares he’s got an alien girlfriend. Just like no one cares you’re part Galra. Although, it does explain the mullet. Only the Galra would think that’s a good look.”

“At least I don’t wear an ugly, puke colored hoodie jacket.”

“What? My jacket is awesome! Yours isn’t even a full jacket. Who wears half jackets? Losers named Keith that’s who and don’t get me started on the stupid gloves.”

“The gloves are to prevent blisters!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to wear them all the time! Do you even wash them?”

“I’m not an animal, unlike you when you eat. Pigs have more manners than you.” Keith felt a pleasant hum through his body at the familiar teasing that made him feel more normal than he had in days. It reminded him of the night he found out and Lance had come to his room to comfort him so he didn’t feel alone. Their bantering back and forth had done the same thing then that it did now. There was something about their exchanges that made Keith feel at ease and less like the walls were closing in on him. It made the future seem brighter than what Keith imagined when he was left alone with his thoughts. Like he would be able to get through the struggle of coming to terms with this new part of him and come out on the other side better for having done so.

Hit and Run Chapter 3

Hey guys, as promised here’s chapter 3 of Hit and Run!

For those who haven’t read the previous chapters yet…

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Thanks @gays-on-ice (aka @peanut-jars) ,  @ppastelderpp, and @peachyviktor for putting up with me <3

Also… considering the new information revealed by the last few episodes… I may need to review my general outline and make appropriate changes.


Chapter 3 : Hospital Stay (2)

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If I Leave (2)

Originally posted by krismehard

**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: chanyeol x reader
word count: 4.8k
a/n: okay so long story short chanyeol is so attractive and when i’m sad I just stare at his face because wow how was someone so perfect created (p.s. I also do this with min yoongi and I feel like I’m cheating on my biases since neither are)

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Drawing your hand slowly through your hair, you leaned against the wall, becoming more impatient with sitting in the same room for hours upon end with nothing to amuse you. It had been two days since you had last seen Chanyeol; you didn’t know if he had had another fight, you didn’t even know if he was okay and you didn’t know if Harry was serious about ruining his life like he promised. It killed you inside, the worry and fear that Chanyeol might not actually be okay. Chanyeol was right, it was better if you didn’t know what he was up to because you didn’t have to worry about him not even being alive – you just had to worry about what, or who, he was doing.

You did try to convince yourself he was fine, because somewhere at the back of your mind you could see Harry coming to get you if he had a fight. But you did know Chanyeol had a fight last night. There were some men talking about him last night and how he knocked out the guys teeth and was shouting about how he’d kill the guy if he touched him. How were you suppose to just guess he was okay when the only face you saw was that of the man who looked as though he was in his thirties and carried a knife with him whilst he gave you the occasional drink and if you were lucky, some food.

Hearing the door shift a little you turned quickly, deciding it was best if you moved because the temper on some of the men around here was terrible. You could hear only the soft sound of footsteps, not a word mumbled. You could feel your heart beating quickly in your chest, more worry empowering your mind at who might have been there. You’d seen a lot of people since Harry kept you here and you were starting to realise just what kind of people lurked around here.

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7. ♥ How do they feel about polygamy?

Closing the book on the table, Jeannot grabs it in one broad palm, dragging it at his side as he sets in on the coffee table, and plops down into the plush upholstery of the crimson couch. He…has to play these words carefully in his mind: was what he had done considered polygamy? He hadn’t ever been learned in the ways of romance, or relationships of the intimate type. He didn’t know better. He had been naive, selfish— 

He had courted the man he loved, the man whose troubles he wished to erase under the weight of contentment, all while having naively said those three words of romance to another. 

The first woman he slept with, nay, the first person he’d ever slept with: Vera.

“I….don’t believe polygamy is for me, no. I– Love can be…complicated. It’s…so complicated…and I simply—I wish—”

Jeannot curls his hands over his knees, squeezing them:

“….I wish it were easier. I won’t— I won’t insult anyone who lives that lifestyle. That’s— that’s their choice. But– you know, Perne. It’s…it’s not seen as appropriate in the eyes of our Faith.”

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I LOVE your writing! Is it possible that you could do a prompt where Harry goes off to war without a word to you. He comes back 1(?) years(?) later and your the first person he goes to see. When you open the door to see him you collapse and start crying. He takes you in his arms back inside and sits on the couch with you,  still crying. There’s like MAJOr fluff here. He gets up to make you food and you get flashbacks of him leaving and start crying again and he feeds you. Sorry it'sso detailed😂

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It had been a year and you still couldn’t understand why he had left you the way he did. The world was already in disarray, but nothing tore you apart more than realizing Harry was gone without even so much as a goodbye. You knew there had been a lot of pressure on him to join the service, but you thought he would have at least come to see you before he just up and took off.

Your relationship was…complicated, to say the least. You came from a very strict family background and your father, in particular, had not been very happy about the fact that you had fallen for a boy who didn’t portray many of the values that he deemed necessary for a man to have in order to date his daughter.

You knew Harry differently though. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges, but his heart was there. He treated you like a queen every single day and was nothing but respectful of you. Your father didn’t know him the way you did; he only knew what he saw on the surface. To him, Harry was just a boy who worked on a farm and had no plans for his future. How was he supposed to provide for you if he didn’t have a stable job? But to you, Harry was everything. He was exactly the type of man that you wanted to settle down and raise a family with. You didn’t care if you ended up living in a mansion or on the floor of a barn, as long as you were with him.

Until he left without saying goodbye.

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[TW: Depression/Anxiety Breakdown]

My writing contains a lot of fluff, I’m super sorry but also kind of not.

This is a non-sinful Imagine, so if you are uncomfortable with smut with is the right kind of thing for you, but it is based around the reader having depression. It was important for me to write this. 

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Context: Audrey tries to help their friend [the reader] realize that they are not alone. 


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BSM: You're In a Hospital for an Eating Disorder

A/N: i’m going to be posting everyday this week! This is one of the weaker ones i’ve been writing. Hopefully thats okay :) “Hey.” I whispered, my hands in my pockets as I stood at my little sister’s hospital doorway.
She didn’t look better, her bones were still nearly breaking the skin. Her skin was still pale, nearly transparent. I was hoping I would see change; see her with her beaming smile and glowed skin. But I had to come to the realization that it had only been a week. They couldn’t have done so much to her within that time span, but I wish they could’ve.
“Hey.” Y/n smiled.
She sat up, running towards me with her arms wide open. I didn’t hesitate to squat down a bit so that she can fit against me the way she always did. It had only been one week and I miss her like crazy. The fact that she’s not with our family because she’s in a hospital, it makes me miss her more.
She didn’t have to leave if this didn’t happen.
“Baby sis, I miss you” I whispered, trying to compose the sadness that has overcome me.
“I miss you too.” She whispered, her arms squeezing around me even tighter than they already were.
Pushing her softly away from me, I looked into her sunken eyes, sighing as I rub my thumb against her cheek.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
My sister instantly put on the best smile she could, as if she were practicing how she would hide the pain. It killed me knowing it was fake, that she was trying to hide all of the pain and struggles she’s been feeling. For me to reach out for her and understand is all I want, it’s all I’m asking for.
“Really good. My counselor has been really nice to me and she takes care of me. I mean, she’s nothing like you guys but she—”
“No, Y/n.” I whispered, rubbing my thumbs up and down her face out of frustration, “come here.”
Leading her toward her twin bed, I sat down on the foot of it, patting my hand next to me.
She sat down, hesitantly, knowing that her battles were losing. She picks her nails instantly, and I knew she was preparing for what was to come.
“How are you doing?” I repeated, this time giving her a stern look.
Her face suddenly turned serious. He eyebrows creased inwards, and I could see the pain behind her barriers. It wasn’t until a couple seconds after giving her my attention that her eyes began to water, her face scrunching up in attempt to hold back the tears. She turned away from me, her wet eyes fluttering closed. She was swallowing her sobs, her entire face diminishing into somebody so broken.
I instinctively wrap my arms around her, rubbing her back in soft zig-zag lines.
“Sh sh sh. Y/n, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
“No it’s n—not!” Her voice raised, stomping her feet against the floor.
“I hate it here! I hate everything! I never have any time alone! They’re always h—here and always checking on me! I never get more th—than thirty minutes by myself and when I am I can’t do anything! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!” She screamed, her cries straining away her voice.
My heart was breaking, I could feel it. It was shaking, hanging on a thread. But my sister needs me, she needs me to hold her together in order for her to believe she can do this. She needs me to be strong enough for the both of us, and I was willing to muster up my strength for her.
“I promise, H—Harry! I promise I will eat and I will fix myself if you just take me home.” She sobbed, her bottom lip trembling as inhumane noises escaped her mouth.
“I just want to go home.” She whispered.
I watched as her body gave out from under her. Every bit of power she once held had turned into pieces. My sister, my beautiful sister, so destroyed and fatigued. Her voice had broken, and maybe she did too. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for her to live alone in a small room, being forced to eat, being harassed, and being tested at only age 16. It must be scary, not knowing what they’re planning for you or what their intentions are.
When I was younger, I always was asked what super powers I had wanted. If I could be strong enough to do something impossible, what would I do? I never knew what to say; what I wanted. There were endless possibilities for me to take, and I was always left with no answer. But now, if I could do the impossible, I would be strong enough to cure the worst; to cure my sister.
Tears slid down my face as I just held my baby sister, who was trembling and whimpering against me.
She’s scared. I know she’s scared. She doesn’t know when she’ll be home, when she’ll recover. She doesn’t know if someone here could support her; hold her hand through all of this.
“Y/n” I whispered, voice cracking under my tears, “you’re going to be okay. Do you hear me? You’re going to get through this. Starvation is not stronger than you, you and I both know that. You are going to be the strongest I know you are. The doctor said you need to gain a good 10-15 pounds in order for you to get out of here. So are you gonna do that?”
She shook her head, more tears running down her face as she fisted my shirt in her hands.
“I don’t think I can do this. I don’t have anyone here to let me know that I’m strong enough to p—pull through because I can’t. I know I can’t. It’s so hard, Harry, it’s so hard.”
“I know sissy, I know.”
I kissed the top of her head, resting my chin on top of it. It wasn’t until a very young woman walked into the room with a tray of food that me and Y/n let go of each other.
“Here is your lunch, Y/n. Your guest here want anything?” She asked.
“I’m alright, thank you.” I smiled, waving at her before she swiftly exited the room.
An eery silence filled the room, and I could tell that Y/n was feeling uncomfortable with the situation of her having to eat in front of me.
Sighing, I grab the tray in front of us. Chicken salad sandwich with an apple, water, and an orange.
“How about we try the healthy stuff first, yeah?”
Grabbing the already peeled orange, I ripped off the small pieces and put them onto her plate in an organized manner.
“Because I know you hate apples” I smiled, placing her plate on top of her lap.
She smiled, her shaking fingers slowly grabbing a piece of the orange. Once she ate the first piece, she ate the rest without a problem.
“Do you think I could have half of the sandwich? I may not finish it, but I want to try.”
I smiled.
“Of course.”
I placed half of the sandwich on her plate. At first, she inspected it. She poked it, took off the bread, smelt it. She gagged a bit, but quickly composed herself.
She looked up at me, the look of determination on her face. She gave me a nod, slowly placing the corner of the sandwich in her mouth.
Once she swallowed, I could tell she wanted nothing but to take it out of her system. But nothing seemed to stop her, because she quickly took another bite, as if she wanted this to be over with.
“It’s the smallest step, but I’m so proud of you.” I whispered.
I heard her chuckle, just the slightest bit under her breath.
“You’re my motivation, Harry. I’ve always wanted to be you. Maybe if I’m normal, I can be as great as you.”
I reached out to touch her hair, tears running down my face. I couldn’t believe how someone so amazing could be apart of my life. My beautiful sister, stronger than anybody I have ever known.
“You already are. You’re better than me, Y/n. So much better.”