i'm still questioning myself what made me decide to get this one

i just wanted you to tell me.
when things were getting hard again,
when all you felt was a whirlwind in your head,
when you went out with girls who weren’t me.

i wanted you to describe the people you fell in love with:
why you loved them, how they treated you,
if you still fight with yourself about
if you are worth anything or not because
they made you question your self-worth every day.
i wanted you to tell me about the things they did right,
about why they’re still in and out of your life,
about how you ran into them in the supermarket
the other day and you still felt something
when you hugged them goodbye.

i wanted you to tell me
about all of the the mistakes you made
and why you made them.
i wanted you to introduce me
to all of the monsters under your bed.
i wanted to hear about the happiest you’ve ever been
even if it wasn’t with me.
i wanted to hear about your boss and your job
and the new car you were thinking of buying.
i wanted to see the two apartments you were looking at
and try to decide with you which is better.

i wanted to know about the times
you’ve thought about driving your car off a cliff
and the little moments that made you re-think it.
i wanted to be there to celebrate your triumphs
and admire your strength - i wanted to know everything
about you so i could love you anyway.

but i guess with you, i found out not everyone is like me.
not everyone blurts out their whole life story
every time they are given the chance.
and i just wanted you to tell me
who made you feel like you couldn’t open up,
who hurt you so bad that you couldn’t let me in,
somebody who honest to god,
would have loved you no matter what.

but i ask you how you are and you say “not bad”
and then you ask about me
and you wake up in another girl’s bed
because you don’t know how to open up
and you let me find out months later
because you don’t know how to open up
and you let me hear stories about you from other people
because you don’t know how to open up

and it’s just sad, how all i wanted was to help
but you’ve never done anything but run from my love
and i get it
i guess
some people are just more reserved
and some people are afraid
and some people don’t take people up on offers to talk about it
even if the other person insists
and you can’t force people to let themselves fall in love with you.
you can’t force them to open up.

but aren’t there things that make you want to scream?
aren’t there things that make you want to cry?
aren’t there things you are so passionate about that
if you don’t let them out, you feel like you’re drowning?
don’t you ever hear something and can’t wait to tell me?
i guess what i’m trying to ask is
if you really have so little passion
or if you’re just not passionate about me.

—  we were sitting across from each other screaming, but i was the only one making a sound
New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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Imagine Tom talking about you in interviews after your child is born:

Pushy Interviewer: So were you there? Did you watch? With my kids I couldn’t watch so I just stayed up by my wife’s head.

Tom: Yeah, man. It definitely is a lot to take in, but I consider it an honor. You know, I grew up in a family of all boys, but my mum always made it very clear our whole childhood that having a baby was like– the most painful thing on this Earth and we needed to respect women for doing that.  

Interviewer: She raised you right, huh?

Tom: I’d like to think so. After we found out she was pregnant, one of the first things she decided was that she wanted to do it naturally. Which, you know, I really respect that. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, so I think it was important that I just be as supportive as I could. The whole process was insane. She did great.

Interviewer: Did you actually cut the cord? I did that with my son.

Tom: I actually didn’t. But I caught her. It was the craziest thing, man. The doctor was there and they said to give one more push and then the nurse literally like grabbed my hands and the doctor guided my daughter into my arms. It was the best moment of my life. I cried.

Interviewer: That’s amazing. Were your parents there?

Tom: Hers and mine both were out in the waiting room. We waited to find out the sex so I got to come out and say it was girl and everyone cheered and my dad cried. It was pretty great.

Interviewer: Now, you guys are both pretty young still, and you’re carrying a massive franchise on your back. How is that going to balance with parenting?

Tom: You know, that’s a good question. I think, for me, it feels really important to be present. I think in this industry, a lot of actors, men in particular, get to have a spouse and a family, but then their job is this separate life and they kind of go away and work and travel the world and leave their partners behind. And that isn’t to pass judgment– different things work for different people. But that was something we talked a lot about. I didn’t want my role as a father to be a side job. So I think for now, the girls will travel with me wherever I’m shooting. 

Interviewer: Wow.

Tom: Yeah, it’s a big sacrifice, on the girls’ part. I mean, the baby won’t remember it, and we haven’t decided what we’ll do when she’s school aged, but it’s a real privilege to be able to have a partner who believes in what I’m doing so much that she’s willing to come along for the ride of it. My hope is that I’ll be able to be a really involved father as a result of it because, you know, I’ll be able to go home to them at the end of every day. Try to be as normal as possible.

Interviewer: Do you have any pictures?

Tom: Do I ever. She’s the prettiest little girl in the world, mate.

Fast Car

Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 


“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 

Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by kookforever

Chapter 3

Previously: |Chapter 1| |Chapter 2|
Paring: Wonho x Reader
Genre:  Romance, Fluff af, kinda mad af Wonho

“Wonho?” he turned towards me. “Be my one night stand.” I confidently stated while I climbed on top of him. I must have shocked him because he froze. A smirk played on my lips as I leaned forward. One hand found its way to the back of his neck while the other trailed down his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt. My lips grazed against his before they gently made contact with his neck.

He must have finally realized what was happening because his hands instantly went to the small of my back and my hips, in an attempt to pull me closer to him. I pulled away from his neck to look at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more serious look on him. his hands trail up my body to my neck. He pulls me into a passionate kiss, so passionate it knocks the breath out of the both of us. My hands pull on his shirt before unbuttoning it. I could feel his muscles underneath my hands.

Wonho was suddenly everywhere. He was all around me. Consuming me. Pulling me into bliss. I couldn’t think anymore. My mind clouded over. His hands were everywhere all at once. And then he wasn’t.

“Wait.” he hesitated. “You don't want to do this.” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi love! So I read this somewhere and it gave me an idea for a prompt. Basically after Mulder says yes to IVF, he goes back and wonders why him. He knows that Scully finds him reckless, stubborn, he himself knows he is an asshole sometimes (esp. to S). So maybe he goes back to confront her about her choice of why him and S explains. I think this also comes from M's reaction to compliments (remember Piper Maru?) I know you have tons to write but whenever the inspiration strikes :) - Detour Anon

You always have such wonderful prompts for me! I’m not sure I did this one justice. I tried my best. Set right after Mulder leaves Scully’s apartment in Per Manum. 

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

Mulder can’t quite keep the grin off this face. Neither can he keep his eyes on the road. Or his concentration in check. A baby. He and Scully are going to try and have a baby. Not in the most traditional way, mind you. But when have they ever been traditional? Behind him a car blows the horn; Mulder didn’t notice the traffic light had changed from red to green. He puts his foot on the gas pedal, hopes that his mental autopilot directs him towards the Hoover Building and not into some ditch.

A baby.

A tiny human that’s half her and half him. Mulder has never seriously considered having children. It came up once when he and Diana were married. She was late and while they waited for the results, they used the tediously long minutes to speak about What If. Mulder didn’t want a child even if he never said the exact words to her. Not then, not with Diana. The negative result was the beginning of the end anyway. Though these days he knows it never should have started in the first place.

There is no doubt in Mulder’s mind that Scully will be a wonderful mother. In his mind, the baby is a small boy, who won’t have to compete with the hazy memory of Emily, a sister he’ll never meet. He’s got floppy hair, a reddish brown; the color of maple leaves in late fall. He’ll ask all the important questions with his big eyes: as big as saucers, as blue as the clearest ocean. Mulder loses himself in his daydream, in the idea of her child. Hers. Except it’s not going be just her. The poor kid, boy or girl, might end up with his nose. A car passes him by, the driver gesturing angrily through the window. Another traffic light he’s not paid attention to, Mulder realizes. 

His thoughts turn darker, change direction and his smile fades. Be careful, Mulder. Don’t jump on that train, Mulder. Don’t eat the evidence, Mulder. What if this potential child turns out just like him? Not listening to what he’s told, always convinced he knows better. Stubborn as a mule (though he’d never admit it to anyone). Reckless with his life and the feelings of others. Mulder sighs. Scully thinks everything through; whether it’s about which salad she should order, what clothes to wear or who to father her child. But then why him? So overwhelmed by her request, he did not even think about the Why. Once again he’d jumped right in. After she asked him, after she told him to think about it, he made his decision before she even left his apartment. The words had tickled his throat and only the expression on her face had stopped him. Think about it, she told him, tell me in a few days. That was Friday. Today, on Sunday, he could no longer keep quiet. Once or twice he wondered what she’d do about work. Whether or not she wanted him around for any of what would come after conception. None of his thoughts were as vivid as his dreams about the small child, pudgy arms and legs, squealing in delight, begging to be held. There was never a question as to what his answer would be.

Mulder’s car comes to a stop. So much for his autopilot: he is back at Scully’s place. Work can wait, he decides. It’s Sunday, after all. 

“Mulder?” Scully is surprised to see him back. “Please don’t tell me you changed your mind. I just called Dr. Parenti.”

“No! No, I didn’t change my mind. I was just wondering if you really thought this through?” No gentle preamble; he needs to know and he needs to know now.

“Excuse me?”

“No, that’s not what I - can I come in? I’m not sure your neighbors need to hear this.” She lets him in, crosses her arms in front of her. Mulder can’t blame her. This time she doesn’t ask if she can take his coat. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, trickles down his back and makes his shirt stick to him. 

“So you did change your mind.”

“No, I didn’t but Scully… why me?” Her eyes grow big, soften.

“Why you?” He nods, waits for her answer. 

“I’m not exactly a price, am I? You could choose anyone, Scully. Some handsome genius with impeccable manners and perfect genes. Why not choose that guy?“ 

"Sit down, Mulder.” He does as he’s told, her tone not giving him any other choice. She sits in front of him on her coffee table. She puts her hands on his thighs, their heads close together as if she’s about to share a secret with him.

“If you’d said no, I’m not sure I would have gone through with it. When Dr. Parenti asked me about a possible father… there was only you, Mulder. You were my first thought.”

“But-” She motions for him to be quiet. He bites his lip hard, nods. Scully is the reasonable one in this partnership. How does she not see his faults?

“You’re passionate, Mulder. You’re caring.”

“I’m stubborn.” He adds with a sheepish smile.

“You are,” Scully agrees with a matching expression, “but you’re stubborn in a good way. You never gave up on me, Mulder. Not when I was missing and not when I was in Antarctica. You never give up.” He’d go anywhere for Scully. If someone hid her away on the moon, he’d find her there, too. But her eyes tell him she is not done yet; must sense his remaining doubts.

“You have a beautiful mind,” she puts a finger against his forehead, “I love how your mind works. Well, most of the time. Your communications skills could use some work.”

“But Scully-” her fingers moves down from his forehead, touches his nose and lands on his lips. 

“I’m not done yet. You’re so open, Mulder. I know that your inclination to believe in just about anything drives me crazy sometimes. But it’s one of your greatest qualities." 

"You really think that?” Scully nods. 

“You infuriate me constantly, Mulder. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a wonderful man. The only man I can imagine myself doing this with.” There is something more she wants to say, he thinks. Her cheeks flush in a soft pink and he wonders if she considered telling him he’d make a great father. They’re not ready for that conversation just yet, though, and they both know it.

“I’m not too ugly either?” He grins at her, tries to take the seriousness out of their talk. 

“Did I answer your question, Mulder?” Scully’s hands are back on his thighs. Her face is still close. He could easily close the distance and kiss her, but they’re not quite ready for that step either. Soon, her eyes seem to tell him, and he nods, answers two questions; the one she asked and the one she didn’t.

“I should really go back to the office now.” Disappointment washes over her face and he regrets saying it. Before he can take it back though, she’s already gotten up; the moment is gone.

“Thank you again, Mulder. Dr. Parenti will call you with the details soon.” Back to business. Mulder gets up, too, sweaty and spent. He wants to hug Scully again just to feel her close, but doesn’t. 

“See you tomorrow? At work?” Scully nods, gives him one last, tiny smile.

“See you at work.” Mulder leaves with a stomach full of butterflies and a mind full of images of their precious baby boy. Soon.

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)

Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where your best friend Jason saves your life (In a similar way where he saves his dad) and you didn't know he was the red power ranger until you found out (or maybe he told you. Any way as long as the reader knows he's a ranger)

An: This is so cute! Sorry it took so long to respond! Requests are open for multiple fandoms- feel free to request! 

Originally posted by thebatmn

Why were you even here?

 That, it seemed, was the million dollar question. 

Why, of all days, did you decide to volunteer to help chaperone on an elementary field trip today?

You seriously wondered why you still lived in Angel Grove, all the insane attacks on this dump ass town and yet you were still here. 

Maybe it was because the Power Rangers protected this city, or maybe it was because you were too tied down to leave. 

Whatever the reasoning, you had really started to question yourself as you helped unload children from the bus as the newest battle raged on less than 2 blocks from you. 

“I think that’s all-”

You stopped, spotting a small girl cowering in the very back of the bus. 

“I’ve got her, get the others out of here!” You shouted back to the teacher and the driver as they herded the children to safety. 

Crawling through the bus, you jumped as a piece of metal scraped the top.  

“Hey sweetheart,” you murmured softly, crouching to look at her. 

Her knees were pulled to her chest as she breathed frantically. 

“Easy, it’s alright. Let’s get out of here okay?" 

She nodded, reaching towards you slowly, and you scooped her up, ignoring her screech of protest. 

Jogging out of the bus, you whirled around, seeing the newest big bad mere feet away from you, and you were right in the crossfire. 

Shielding the girl to the best of your ability, you hurriedly began to backstep.
This was not good, definitely not a good day. 

The young girl- her name was Emily if you were remembering right- was cowering into your chest. 

If you thought it was too soon for you, it was way too soon for her.
Placing her down behind you, you continued urging her backwards. 

The teacher shouted from a ways away and You sighed in relief. Maybe Emily could make it. 

"Run!” You encouraged, wincing as the massive villain swung its head towards you.  

The young girl took off, her dark brown curls bouncing behind her as you whirled around to follow. 

Just as quick as the big bad’s shadow had swept above you, you were knocked out of harms way. 

You groaned, rubbing your head as you took notice of the red ranger in front of you. 

Off to the side, you noted that the Black ranger had Emily in his arms and was taking her to safety. 

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” The power ranger shouted in exasperation and you rolled your eyes. 

“It was a little girl- what did you expect me to do?” You retorted, a blush marring your cheeks. It was one thing to be scolded by a parent or teacher, but by the cities heroes was another thing. He sighed and extended his hand, pulling you up with ease.

“You’re brave. I’m not saying what you did was wrong, I’m saying it was reckless, and I don’t want you getting hurt…” he paused as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “Take the alleyway behind Doc’s car repair, there’s a load of medics stationed there." 

You stared in shock at the boy in front of you, not believing his words.  

"You’re the red ranger?”

Jason nodded, running a hand through his dark blonde hair nervously as his blue eyes watched for your reaction. 

"Look, I didn’t want to tell you. It’s not safe, it’s very dangerous and I don’t want you getting hur-”

You cut him off, slamming him into a hug. 

"What? (Y/N) aren’t you going to yell at me about endangering myself? Or maybe berate me for not telling you sooner?” He chuckled slightly, returning the hug and placing his chin on your head. 

“You saved me,” your voice was soft and muffled by his shirt and he smiled to himself. “I had always wondered what the ranger had meant by not wanting me to get hurt. I guess now I know.”

Jason laughed, pulling away to look at you. 

“I was so angry at you right then. Always have to be the hero, don’t ya (N/N)?”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and put your hand on his shoulder.  

“Says you, Jason Scott. My best friend the Red Power Ranger- who knew!" 

He looked down at you quizzically. 

"Besides yourself of course…”

He laughed again, you were the ray of light in his life. Sure, he had Billy, Zack, Kimberly, and Trini, but they were rangers; you weren’t. 

You made all his fears and anxiety vanish; he never laughed more than he did with you. 

It was nice to have his best friend by his side and finally knowing his secret too.




My mind was lacking all the nonsense and protuberant questions that usually filled any space they could discover, and I found myself utterly relaxed.
As always, I’d been hesitant to take my place on the chaise in Dr Jacksons office. To be honest, I was hesitant going into her office at all, but I’d shown my face for the second week in a row and I was beginning to fall back into the routine I’d gotten so used to. I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel entirely right about going to see her, but it was important to me that I showed up, and did everything I could to feel better within myself.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

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the evening was beautiful.  the stars and moon shining brightly over the ocean, and your skin. your princes came home from a long raid today. 

they had been gone for months on end, it worried you, not being able to hear from them, if they were okay.

but they made it home safely.

you smiled upon hearing everyone laugh and cheer for the sons of ragnar. bjorn, ubbe, hvitserk, sigurd, and ivar.


you gazed at him from across the room, the candles flickering brightly in his eyes, perfectly showing the mad and darkness withen them.

when he felt your gaze he immediately caught your eyes. his lips quirked up into a deep smirk as he stared at your body which was barely covered by anything at all.

you gasped lowly as he started sucking on his bottom lip.

he graped his mug of wine tightly in his hands, his eyes practically undressing you.

and you let him.

you and ivar were……well, you didn’t exactly know what.

you had grown up hating each other, you still did, but, before he left all those months back, something had changed.

a deep lust was present before he got on that boat. everytime he stared at you, everytime you accidently brushed up against each other.

something, had changed.

you hadn’t spoken to him yet, you hadn’t wanted to. you spoke to his brothers, yes. but facing him would be harder then any battle you’d been in.

one night, a week prior to his leaving, he found you a moment after you had pleasured yourself. still wet and writhing. he crawled up your furs and

laid his head against your shaking thigh, and slowly dipped his long, thick fingers inside your heat. you allowed his fingers to slip inside with a sharp moan.

that night was still heavily burnt into your mind. he had made you cum, not once, not twice, but three times. with just his fingers.

he had wanted to learn to pleasure a woman, and you were more then welcome to aid him in his learning. then you both went silent for a week,

you both never even said goodbye when he left, just long and lustfilled stares were shared that day. you sighed. and grabbed another mug full of ale.

trying hard not to look at him. but you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. you were sad that you didn’t say goodbye to him when he left.

but the past is in the past, you thought whilst taking another sip of ale. suddenly you felt an arm go across your shoulder. you looked up and seen ubbe lothbrok smiling
down drunkly at you.

“hello, ubbe” you giggled as he almost stumbled on to you. he laughed and started to pet at your hair. “hello, pretty, pretty girl”.

you knew ubbe wouldn’t try anything with you, you and him were closer then any brother or sister. he loved you and you him.

“what is such a pretty girl doing by herself?” he slurred lightly taking a large gulp of his drink. you couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker to ivar.

who was watching the both of you with a hard glare. ubbe took notice to this and snorted loudly, some of his drink dripping down his chin.

“aaahh. i see” he teased squeezing you closer to him. you looked at him confused “see what?” you questioned. he leaned in to your ear and whispered

“i thought ivars love was one sided, but i guess i was wrong”. he walked away from you, almost skipping. you grabbed his hand and brought him closer to you before he could leave.

“what do you mean?”. he laughed loudly almost spilling his drink “i feel you becoming wet as we speak about him, love” his words made you blush mad.

“you know, he touched himself quite frequntly on that boat, (y/n). he never did that until he was away with you that one night” ubbe said tapping his chin acting as if he was in deep thought.

you groaned lowly and squeezed your eyes shut. you know nothing could get past the second oldest. ubbe forced you to look at him.

“i’d make a move, love. now. before you regret something. and i’d better make a move also or ivar will strike me dead with his eyes” ubbe said, spitting out the last words  quickly

then ran over to margarethe, sweeping her into his arms with a loud yell.

ubbes words sunk in, but how?, how could you approach ivar now?. currently he was surrounded by the biggest men in kattegat, all of them asking about the raid and win.

with a deep sadness in your heart, you left the hall.

the beaches sand was soft between your toes as you walked along the water. the bottom of your dress was completely soaked, but you could care less.

you looked like something from a different planet. the way the moon reflected off your head made an almost golden halo around you, your white dress blew about your body,
and hugged your figure perfectly.

you stopped and stared out at the water, which looked to inviting for its own good. you gently made your way into the icy water.

you took in a deep inhail of breath as the water reached your waist. you could feel the fish under the water swarm your feet and legs, you closed your eyes and

pointed your face towards the sky. the wind around you made lovely goosebumps swarm your skin. faintly you could hear the sound of a beautiful norse song being played.

you couldn’t help but start to sway your hips to the sound. you raised your arms high and twirled your whole body in the water. your hair flew around in the wind
and flowed down your shoulders and back.

you bit your lip and started dipping your backside in the water, the action making you gasp and do it again. what you didn’t know was there was a pair of excited eyes
watching you as you danced.

when you were tiered you decided to walk back to shore, the cold air on your now damp skin making your nipples erect and skin tightning.

you stopped mid stride when you heard the sound of brush being tampered with. you stood perfectly still for a moment ignoring the way your body was starting to shake from the cold.

you then shook it off and was about to walk forward until an axe flew past your head and into the wood of the boat behind you.

you were alone and no weapon in your grasp, the axe was to tightly lodged into the wood for you to grab. you ran. of course running into the woods was the worst idea

but you had to get away. sharp branches near by scratched your pure and untouched skin as you ran by, you nearly tripped over a log but managed to get over it and run
even faster then before.

you clutched the bottom of your dress tightly as the woods became more dense and thick. thankfully the moon was still present through the trees, allowing

some light to guide you. suddenly you could see a small clearing with a creek coming up close. you smiled and giggled doing a small spin mid run.

it felt good.

just as you were about to make it, something caught your foot. causing you to trip. your head and body hit the hard earth beneathe you causing the breath to be knocked from you.

you turned over on to your back, you seen a tree root wrapped around your foot.


it was silent in the cold night air, just the sounds of your harsh pants were echoing off the trees. suddenly you could hear slithering on the ground,
crunching the twigs and leaves.

but what could you do?, it was dark, and you were stuck. you laid there quietly closing your eyes tightly and bit your lip.

crunch, crack, crunch, crack. it was getting closer.

then it was all quiet again-

“what do we have here?

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thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Have any of the mods experiences a similar situation? Recently, my mother has been denying my trans-ness(?) by saying my autism clouds what gender truly is and my trauma makes me want to "reject being a girl" since i'm ftm. I don't know what to say to convince her otherwise, so if any of the mods could share their experiences/help me make a script for talking with her that would be so helpful <3 (Can this please be tagged as TrashRat?)

My mother does not know about my trans status, but she does know about me being queer.


I’ve actually been thinking about this for myself, whether feeling uncomfortable identifying as / being called a woman may be related to autism and / or trauma for me, but I have only told two people so far and both people have been amazingly laid-back and supportive. So unlike anon I don’t have anyone denying my experience / gender, and the potential link between my autism and trauma and my gender identity is rather something I’ve been considering for myself, as a part of self-reflection.

(I’m not sure in how far I’m qualified / allowed to speak on this though? I am technically non-binary so I do feel the “what is my gender linked to” thing (also, it doesn’t really matter? the result is the same, trauma or autism or no), but I don’t ID as trans?)


This is a thing that I’ve found hard to figure out as well. I have pretty strong alexithymia and so it’s a toss up on whether or not me going into shutdown when I’m referred to as a woman is because I can’t cope with the shift to woman from girl, or that it’s fatphobic comments that have been made in the past or it’s dysphoria?? (Spoiler: I’m pretty sure it’s all of these)

As I mentioned in my intro post though, I definitely think that being autistic affects the way I perceive my gender. I haven’t told anyone about questioning my gender but I do identify as trans and it is a very real fear for me to end up in a similar situation with doctors if I decide I do want HRT at some point.

I think though that even if anon’s gender is affected by being autistic and trauma, that doesn’t make their being ftm any less valid. It’s still who they are at this point.


Long Post. For which I apologize. This is, however, my expertise. It is also something that I have experienced, after a fashion - or as Mod Rage said at our conference, “How I autism affects how I gender. How I gender affects how I autism.”

Okay, so, Mod Rage and I just got back from Gender Infinity, which is a gender conference largely for professionals, including medical doctors, therapists, psychologists, etc. Basically, anyone who has anything to do with gender.

I was there as a speaker speaking on this exact subject. This is what I study. This is what I am published in, this is what I write on, this what I speak on, this is my life. The experts in gender were there to learn from me and my team, which spanned activism, psychology, sociology, and biochemistry. I feel absolutely confident claiming that I am an expert in this intersection.

Autism very often does cloud our perception of gender. It does not cloud our judgement of gender. Quite the opposite, because of the effort that we put into to existing in the world around us, we often have a better judgement of our judgement than most people.

There is at least a tenfold increase in clinical gender dysphoria among autistics, but my professional opinion is that this is absolutely a low estimate because of flaws in the studies - namely, most of the studies rely on binary identification of male and female gender and/or they rely on identification by parents, guardians, or caretakers.

Some gender clinics are reporting up to a 30% increase in autistic diagnoses in their client bases than are expected in the general population. One of the panels I attended was hosted by a psychologist speaking, in part, about these specific concerns. They went so far as to suggest that we should consider whether or not autism should be screened for as a matter of course in gender clinics.

This idea that autistics cannot judge gender comes from the idea that we inherently lack “theory of mind” - but whose theory of mind? I am sitting here, typing this up right now. I am aware of the complexities and nuance of gender and autism - so much so that others consider me an expert (particularly where the sociological aspects are concerned).

Like, I personally have a clinical diagnosis for both gender dysphoria and for autism spectrum disorder, the latter of which came from one the directors of a major autism clinic. Clearly, I have some level of what is going on.

Gender is, in part, an internalized sense of self. Having any sense of gender at all completely undermines the very theory that is used to discredit us.

Autism absolutely affects how feel our gender, but it does not prevent us from judging our gender. At the end of the day, you are the only expert on your autism, and you are the only expert on your gender.

At the end of our panel, we were asked a very probing questions by one of the psychologists. Should we be viewing treatment of Gender Dysphoria as a treatment for autism. And the answer is yes, it is a secondary path to treatment. This is the information that the psychologists and psychiatrists and therapists are taking back to their gender clinics.

I want to be absolutely clear, we are advocating for these ideas. We are offering personal and community insight to these ideas. And we are studying these ideas.

There was a (allistic) psychologist at the conference who does already have the Ph.D. behind her name and she was presenting the very same ideas we were from a clinical perspective - it actually worked out that she shared case studies, introduced these topics, asked questions to get other professionals to reconsider their perspectives, and then by either excellent coincidence or brilliant planning, our panel followed and answered many of those questions and challenged those professionals to examine how exactly this kind of gatekeeping arises because of misperceptions of autism.

From a clinical perspective there is something else that is exceptionally important to consider. The DSM does not shy away from stating when and why comorbid diagnoses cannot occur (like how Selective Mutism is not a comorbid diagnosis). Gender Dysphoria is not excluded from autism, and autism is not excluded by dysphoria. More to the point, under autism it specifically says to diagnose other comorbidities if the criteria fit.

What is entailed with gender dysphoria as a diagnosis? Well, you only need two of the criteria to make the diagnosis, and these are the two easiest criteria to make:

  • A strong desire to be some alternative gender different from one’s assigned gender.
  • A strong desire to be treated as some alternative gender different from one’s assigned gender.

That is it. Just, I want be a different gender, I want to be treated like a different gender. This, by the way, is the criteria for gender dysphoria that was met in the case study of a significantly non-verbal autistic presented by a psychologist in the workshop before ours. This autistic spoke two sentences and only when people called him “her” or “she” or another feminine pronoun.

“I am he. Call me he.”

Within nine months of treatment for gender dysphoria, he was holding conversations both inside and outside clinical settings. When we say that treating gender dysphoria is paramount to autistic health and mental health, we mean in big ways. This. Stuff. Matters.

So the big question is, well, how do you address this with your mother? I’m not sure. The only thing I can tell you is the science, and why people treat us this way. My experience tells me that someone that is going to use that to dismiss your experiences is going to continue to do so for the most part, and that the best way to handle it is it is safe to do so is just to be persistent.

If she is someone that responds to scientific articles, there are a few that can help but they can be pretty heavy (send me an ask to @candidlyautistic​ if you would like those).

In the meantime, here is a report from Specturm, which is the news outlet for an autism research group. You might find some useful articles here. Articles are listed from newest to oldest. The first two are specifica articles about autism and gender identity, while the last is a general portfolio of autism and sex/gender stuff that will have a lot of stuff that isn’t helpful.




I hope that you find an approach that works well for talking to your mother.

- Sam

yulyuly123  asked:

So... I'm like 14 and I'm already a sugar babe. I know it's bad &a dangerous situation I'm putting myself in, but the money is so...good? I honestly don't know what to do

You decided to join the adult world so I’m gonna give you un-sugar coated adult honesty.

You are being naive, stupid, and selfish. I’m gonna go out on a limb here to say that you probably don’t have any real bills or financial NEEDS at 14.

Your SD’s can most likely tell you’re underage and barely pubescent, which makes them PEDOPHILES. You’re literally entrusting the wellbeing of your safety with men knowingly committing SEVERAL FELONIES with a CHILD. If they’re somehow blind, and can’t tell you’re underage, then you’re risking every single man’s career and family that you come across.

I always warn women (actual women, not girls) of being cautious cause there are thousands of men looking to take advantage or hurt us (my own experience, too). You are at a serious risk of running into a psycho pedophile or pedophile ring who will have far more experience of hurting young girls than you will have experience or resources of staying safe. One of the biggest reason we get paid high rates is because every single lady in the industry knows we’re gambling with our safety.

Not only are you risking MORTAL danger, you are risking literally everything for everyone around you.

Let me break this down.

You’re risking for yourself:
•Serious damage to your psyche
•Contracting STD’s you can’t legally get healthcare for without alerting authorities. Not to mention, risk getting a LIFE ENDING disease at 14 is impossibly stupid.
•Rape (this is a very high risk)
•Arrest record (without a question once caught)
•Being made public because often times the media will make an example out of these type of cases. Say goodbye to college, reputation, and an actual career.
•Taken from the state (Your parents will be deemed unfit to care for you if you’re caught promoting prostitution as a minor.)
•Impregnation at 15 (There are sick men whose fetish it is to impregnate without consent. You are not allowed to legally buy Plan B.)
•Being abducted (Underage and young females are the #1 market for human TRAFFICKING rings.)
•Being killed (Don’t think you’ll be able to outrun or outsmart career criminals should they decide to turn psycho on you. There have been thousands of women before you who have perished in this field.)

What you’re risking for your SD’s:
•Ruining their career. Nobody can have a pedophile stain on their record while remaining in a high respectable position.
•Ruining their family life. This won’t be a simple affair to end, it’ll become a complicated legal situation.
•They will lose custody of their own children. No court will deem a father fit when they’re having sex with minors.
•Arrest; because they’re facilitating child prostitution.

What you’re risking for your family:
•Losing their daughter to the state
•Losing their other children to the state (Once a family’s been deemed unfit to care, they’re legally required to remove all children in their custody.)
•Arrest; because it is legally their fault you’re committing felonies under their care
•Heartbreak once they know what you’re doing.

So all around, you’re risking everyone’s life for some money that you don’t even have a real need for. You better slap yourself with some reality. Stop being so goddamn naive because you’re being so shortsighted, just seeing the money infront of you at this second. At 14, you still have a chance to get your shit together, make different life choices and pursue a life so that hopefully you will never have an actual need to do this when real bills set in. If you think any of the things I listed were exaggerated to scare you, you need to do your research. There’s nothing exaggerated or false about it. This industry is cut throat and brutally high risk.

If you’re somehow in a position where your family life is abusive or your basic needs can’t be met at home, message me privately. I will try my best to help you out of it.

If you’re just doing it for some extra cash - read this entire post again. Stop being selfish, stupid, and reckless. This isn’t a game. 4 years is a very long time to be playing Russian Roulette. It’s a matter of time before all of it explodes, ruining your entire future with it. Start thinking ahead, stay in school, and for god’s sakes; just enjoy your childhood.

yuuri-katsucky-blog  asked:

"I'm... sorry" for Otayuri and could I get some angst that's resolved with fluffy smut? (And if not, just some really sweet smut?)

Not really all that smutty - but hope this still is ok!!! <3 

Otabek knew when he got back to their flat that Yuri would be upset. He did not mean what he said and the tension between them had been growing over the weeks. Words shouted they can never take back– Otabek told Yuri that wished he had never moved to Russia. They had been out drinking, Otabek did not mean it. The minute the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Pressure of the upcoming season was getting to them and they had been working themselves towards exhaustion. They had a weekend off and decided to go out and get dinner and drinks. They had more drinks than they should have, knowing they did not have practice the next day. Bickering over being tired had happened– that was when Otabek said it.

Yuri’s eyes had grown big and he dug in his pocket and threw money on the table and ran out the place. Otabek wanted to run after him, but he was pissed at himself. Yuri always thought Otabek was unhappy in Russia– and it was not that. Otabek loved being with Yuri every day. Waking up to him, practicing with him, coming home with him every night– he was just tired and frustrated over his programs for the new season. The Russian team was so damn good and made it all look so easy. Otabek felt he had to push harder and work harder– yet still fell short.

It was a slow walk home, Otabek tried to clear his head with the evening air as he got back to their place. Sure enough, Yuri was face down on their bed, crying softly.

“I’m… sorry,” Otabek said as he stood at the door.

“You don’t have to stay here,” Yuri said into the pillow.

“Yura…” Otabek said as he laid next to Yuri and pulled him close, “I am tired and frustrated with myself. Not you– I took it out on you… I was wrong.”

Yuri looked up, his nose and eyes red– he sniffled and Otabek hated the pain he put in those green eyes.

“Yura… I love you, ok?” Otabek said.

Yuri buried his head into Otabek neck as Otabek rubbed his back. He hated he made Yuri feel bad and he wanted to make it up to him. He could hear the little sniffles coming from Yuri as he held him tightly and Otabek started to rub his lower back and turned so he was facing Yuri. Those big greens fixed on him again and he pushed the blonde hair out of his face.

“You are stuck with me– I am not leaving,” Otabek said trying to lighten the mood.

Yuri nodded and Otabek lifted one of Yuri’s hands up to his mouth and kissed into Yuri’s palm- flicking the skin with his tongue as he heard Yuri take a deep breath. Otabek kissed down his palm and into his wrist gently– letting his teeth barely brush over his pulse point. Those green eyes stayed locked with his as he kissed up Yuri’s arm, stopping at the inside of his elbow and licking it gently.

It was then that Yuri had pushed Otabek on his back and started to kiss him. It was not a heated, passionate kiss– Yuri poured his feelings into the kiss. It always floored Otabek how this angry little kitten could be so emotional in bed. There was so many sides to Yuri that he never showed anyone– except him. Yuri was feeling vulnerable and he needed reassurance. Otabek moving his hands into Yuri’s hair, returning his kiss, trying to answer all the questions that Yuri was secretly asking him.

Otabek worked Yuri slowly that night, this was not a night for anything quick or hard. He took his time taking Yuri’s clothes off, kissing every inch of his body, working him open and holding him the entire time as he rocked gently inside of Yuri.

“I love you… I love you,” they chanted.

Otabek knew they would fight, he knew they would say words they never meant to say– he just had to make sure they made up for it. The little bit of time they did have together off the ice, they cherished and spent together. Even as the weekend came and went, they never left their flat till it was time to get back on the ice.

They’re not what Zevran was expecting.

The plan isn’t ruined, per se, but he was rather counting on them to be slightly less suspicious. Grey Wardens are heroes of legend, and people routinely called heroes are supposed to be giving and trusting. This lot clearly isn’t. The elf - Dalish, if he’s seeing correctly - and Qunari are just short of openly disdainful, trading eyerolls when they think no one can see. At least, he clearly sees the elf roll her eyes; the Qunari is on the far side and perhaps more mannerly than Zevran gives him credit for.

Perhaps only the human is a Grey Warden then. He certainly seems eager to assist the woman Zevran’s hired. His information is scare and outdated; it’s entirely possible the others could be tagalongs. That would be more fitting. Champions sometimes amass a following, and outlaw heroes have their own appeal. And if the Grey Warden is this blindly trusting, well, he certainly needs them.

That rather complicates things for him though. The two suspicious ones are scanning the horizon, shoulders tight, clearly expecting something. The massive dog - and Zevran’s not sure if he’s a Grey Warden or not, this being Ferelden - is scenting the air. They’re not going to make it to the wagon.

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anonymous asked:

Ok hear me out: i'm moroccan and we tend to have fabulous very thick and fluffy curly/wavy hair, like the equivalent of reaper's thighs. It's really annoying to deal with and it's very hot where i live so i usually straighten it so it's easier to deal with. By usually i mean 98% of the time. So how do you think reaper, s76, mccree, and hanzo would react to seeing their s/o hair not straightend for the first time since they always though it was naturally straight. Thank you hun!

Yes. This sounds incredibly interesting, so I hope the responses are okay.


  • Okay, so he’s a bit taken aback 
  • Not like in a super bad way? But lets just say he thought it was more likely for you to burn down Talon then take him by surprise with just your hair alone
  • You find his reaction rather entertaining, so for the first time in a long time you decide not to straighten your hair for a week
  • You really want to see if he’ll get used to it, or if he’s opposed to it
  • To your delight though, every time he sees you that week he literally has to stop and stare, or he’ll be in the middle of a conversation and pause.
  • At one point you corner him in the hall and ask him if he doesn’t like your hair
  • It takes him a moment but Reaper shakes his head
  • “Its pretty but its so different that I have to remind myself its you I’m staring at,” Reaper said, almost sheepishly.
  • Raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms.
  • After a moment, Reaper had run his fingers through your hair in fascination. 
  • “Can you…leave it this way. Brush it and all but…don’t straighten it,” Reaper said finally, to your shock. “I like it better this way.”
  • He liked your hair thick and a bit more wild like this


  • So its a bit of a funny story
  • You guys had literally been dating for almost a full year and he thought your hair was naturally straight
  • It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen your hair unstraightened, but he thought that it was a look you were pulling for a style those days. It was rare to see you without straight hair
  • So one day, Jesse stayed over the night. You know, to doing the frick frack, patty wack with you. And not to brag, but he’s really good in bed.
  • The next morning, Jesse is the first one to wake up.
  • He makes a pot of coffee, walking around in briefs, his hat and a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers
  • When you wake up, you can smell the ham and eggs he’s cooking up in the kitchen
  • Pulling on your bath coat, you slowly tread with sleepy eyes to the kitchen
  • “Goodmorning beauti-hot damn!” McCree yelps as he turns to see you, the shock causing him to grab the wrong part of the pan and burn his finger the tiniest bit
  • Lifting his finger to his lips, he blinks in surprise at you
  • Instead of being concerned, you can’t help the giggle. “What, you don’t like my bed head?” you say, pushing the thick and curling strands of hair from your face
  • “I didn’t think i mussed up your hair that bad,” he said, still painfully unaware.
  • Rolling your eyes, you sat down and gave him a look. “My hair is not naturally straight, McCree. Its curly,” you said.
  • For a moment he thought you were joking. Then he realized you meant it.
  • You couldn’t help mentioning this for the next year or two, a good story to share among friends and one that always made him blush in embarrassment. It seemed everyone else knew you had naturally curly hair except for him


  • Ten times worse then McCree.
  • The way he found out was utterly embarrassing.
  • So the two of you had been dating for TWO YEARS (Oh yes, I said it.) and he never figured out your hair was thick and wavy. He thought it was long and straight.
  • So two years later and you have your first child together. Oh yes, before marriage. Hanzo’s a monster in the sheets and lets say protection was not your concern any of those nights
  • So you two have this adorable little daughter.
  • Two weeks into this you receive a call from Hanzo while your out with the Overwatch girls for tea and breakfast.
  • Picking up, your brought to silence by a stunning question.
  • “Is the baby mine?”
  • Anger flares up at you immediately. “Of course she is! Why would you ask such a thing?!”
  • The answer you receive is so stunning that it stops you and the women at the table in their tracks.
  • “The baby has curly hair. Both of us have naturally straight hair. How can she have such thick curly hair if she’s my child?”
  • Silence greeted him and after a minute or two, he calls your name quietly, unsure if your still there.
  • “Are you kidding me, Hanzo? I have thick hair! I have REALLY thick wavy hair and when i was that young, it was super curly too!” you said in shock. Then you burst out laughing, and honestly so do the other women.
  • Hanzo is left stunned at the news. He literally had no idea. You seemed to always have it straightened or wet before he could ever see it at his peak.
  • Lets just say you didn’t let go of that one. Ever. 

Soldier 76

  • Okay, so he’s a bit more of a smart cookie
  • He had a hunch that your hair was not naturally straight by how simply thick your straight waves of hair were. Most people with such thick hair seemed to have more wavy or curly hair.
  • So one day he asked you if your hair was naturally straight and to his delight it wasn’t
  • The next morning he woke up before you.
  • When you woke up, he sat there beside you with the curling iron and asked if he could do your hair
  • This made you uncertain and confused, but you had no reason to refuse exactly. You walked him through how to do your hair and waited as he did it…except, it didn’t feel like how it normally did. It did NOT feel like he was straightening it.
  • No, twenty minutes later he let you into the bathroom to see
  • The man had curled your hair even more. You always wanted to hit him, except as you studied it, you noticed the volume and curls looked actually quite good.
  • “Why did you curl my hair?” you asked instead.
  • With a frown you turned to him, and noticed the barest smile at his lips.
  • “I just thought you’d look really beautiful with curly hair. I was right,” he said to your amazement, before leaning down to kiss you gently.
  • Soldier 76 loves your hair, loves brushing his fingers through it at almost any time of the day. 
  • You appreciated that he liked your hair, especially since it was always something you had been self conscious of.

oh-my-otome  asked:

Hello, hello! When you're not too busy, may I ask for some quick flirty Nico fluff? I always liked the moments when Princess realizes he's not just some boyishly adorable attendant!

*whispers* B-But I love his boyishly adorable attendant side*

Amalthea~!! Hallo, thank you for requesting! I decided to post this a little earlier(?) to counter the sadness of my death HCs, so apologies if it doesn’t read that well. Enjoy <3

“… And this is Nico, your personal butler, he will stay by your side most of the time you are in the castle and with aide you with majority of your duties.”

Giles was currently introducing you to your valet, he had bright pink hair but a proud posture. “It’s an honour, my Lady,” he bowed, grinning at you. While he looked far from the old butler stereotype in your mind, he was obviously good enough if he was the Princess’ own helper.

After a gruelling first day of lessons, you almost ran back to your room. Sitting down, you let out a sigh just before the door to your room opened. It was Nico with a trolley.

“I’ve brought you some tea, m’lady, I thought you might want some after your long day.”

“Why, thank you, Nico.” You were surprised, watching him closely as he expertly poured your tea. Taking the steaming cup from him, you bought it up to your lips, taking a few gentle, gratifying sips. “Thank you,” you sighed.

You heard him let out a soft ‘hmm’ as you set the tea down on the table. Looking up, you see him quickly face the other direction, not meeting your eyes.

“Nico? Is something the matter?”

“Oh, umm…” he trailed off, looking back at you with a small smile. “Nothing m’lady, it’s just your… dress.” He spoke noncommittally, a foreign emotion dancing in his eyes.

Confused, you looked down, “my dre-? Oh!” Snatching one of the cushions from the sofa, you held it up in front of you, covering yourself. Without you noticing, somehow your neckline had plunged down revealing more skin than was appropriate. “My apologies, Nico. Thank you for turning away,” you chuckled nervously, averting your eyes.

“Ah, of course, m’lady,” he made his voice sound as levelled as possible, barely able to keep his emotions in check. Your dress had provided him with a very lovely view when you leaned down to put your tea on the table, after all.

It wasn’t until you were lying in bed that the question popped into your mind, why didn’t he mention my revealing dress when he first came in the room? What wait until I asked him?

One morning, you decided to tie your hair up before leaving with Nico for breakfast. Feeling the light air on your neck, you felt a lot better in the summer heat.

“You look lovely like that, princess,” he spoke from directly behind you, blowing hot air against your nape, causing you to flinch away from his sudden proximity.

“N- Nico!” You cried, trying to ignore the way the tingles spread from your neck through the rest of your body.

Pulling back, Nico gazed down at you, “I’m sorry, princess, you just looked so tempting I couldn’t stop myself.” Eyes wide, you could only stare at his statement, before he gave you smile and walked away effortlessly. “We have to be quick now or we’ll be late,” and with a quick wink, he left the room.

Hand still clasped against the back of your neck, you stared after him, he’s a lot more brazen than I first thought…

The rest of the day passed in the same fashion. Whenever the two of you were alone, you’d get the sense that he was teasing you with those wide eyes and subtle gestures.

For example, before he left you alone to your studies, he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on the back and then another on your fingertips. While you considered that relatively normal, he’d never kissed your hand before. When he smiled up at you, it almost tugged at you heart, until he flicked his tongue against your digits. Then he left without a word, it made you flustered and you didn’t know how to handle his sudden shift from the sweet, boyish kind-of-friend to the cheeky butler.

Later that afternoon, instead of taking you straight to you lesson with Giles, Nico took a diversion to the gardens instead. “You look like you need a break, princess, a little while won’t matter,” he said, walking one pace behind you as you took a refreshing breath of the floral-scented air.

The peaceful moment was broken, however, when the Royal Chamberlain’s voice rung out from somewhere unknown. Eyes wide, you turned to look back at Nico in panic. His expression mirrored yours, frantically thinking of a way to avoid getting caught and into trouble.

Taking your hand without a word, the two of you dived through a thicket of bushes. Gasping, you closed your eyes, the feeling of leaves and branches closing in on you raising your heartbeat even higher than it already was because of the feeling of Nico’s hand around yours.

It wasn’t until the sunlight was hitting your eyelids and the pressure around you disappeared that you reopened your eyes to see a very small gap in the bushes where you now stood.

“I discovered this hidden gap one day when I was… walking around,” Nico explained, pressed flushed against you. “Although it’s only big enough for one person we can hide here for now.”

You were too flustered by the situation to ask about his vague wording on how he found this gap. In the enclosed space, you could feel every muscle he had beneath his clothes. Hands still firmly clasped, you looked up at him, momentarily taken back by the feel of your rising chests brushing against each other with every breath.

Meeting your eyes, he lowered his forehead to yours, bringing his face right in front of you. “Nico! What are you doing?” You couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to, the bushes restricting your movements.

“You look flushed, princess,” he spoke in a teasing voice. “I’m checking to see if you have a fever.” Grinning down at you, you knew that he was teasing you again. It really affected you this time, the proximity scrambling your senses.

Desperate to somehow escape his touch, you tilted your head to the side so your foreheads were no longer touching. Looking past his shoulder, you let out a gasp. Behind him, despite the fact that he said there was ‘only enough space for one person’ you could clearly see the gap running on for another couple of metres.

Throwing his an accusatory glare, you pointed behind him, “want to explain this to me? You lied, move! Give me space!” You attempt to push him away from you but, in a cliché move, he placed his hands over yours, keeping them firmly on his chest.

“Aww, can you blame me? How could I miss the chance to be close to you like this? I didn’t think you would mind…” His voice trailed off as he searched you face for any clue as to how you were feeling.

Confused. That’s what you were feeling. Nico was obviously very attractive and seeing this different part of him stirred things deep inside you. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought you impossibly closer, “I just want you to see me for who I really am.”

Inhaling, you clenched your hands ever so slightly into his shirt. You already knew what your answer was going to be.

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Prompt: Truth or Dare (may include anyone :3)

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“Fuck off.”

“Oh come on Levi, it’s a bit of fun!”

Hange poked him in the thigh, a glare the only correct response as the group of friends all sat huddled together, their evening having brought them to an old shack nestled in the forest outskirts. Underage drinking, borderline stupidity and tiresome games was usually the order of the day, typical teenage behaviour which sometimes made Levi wonder what he was even doing here.

He swigged back on the beer, sourly regarding Hange once more.

“I said no.”

“You scared?”

“That shit doesn’t work on me.”

Levi wriggled his toes inside battered sneakers, knees up and chin resting down on them while he tried to block out the taunting chants from his so-called friends. Despite his assurance that peer pressure had zero effect, Levi found his nerves jangling with every call of ‘scaredy cat’ and ‘chicken’, fingers digging into his own flesh in silent protest. In the end the shouts won, Levi’s vicious hiss halting any other voice.

“Alright fine, fuck the lot of you. Dare.”

“Why dare?”

“Why would I fucking tell you anything about myself?” Laughter met the grumpy and erroneous question, the small group all well acquainted by now. “So just hurry the fuck up. What’s my dare?”

Hange grinned, teeth bared demonically and they clapped with glee, leaving Levi to wonder if 'truth’ would’ve been the safer option.

“Ok Levi. You know the river? At the other side of the woods?”


Should have picked truth.

“There’s an apple tree. Go get us one each. That way we’ll know you went there and back.”

Levi bit down the words he had spinning in his mind, 'in the dark?’ and 'alone?’ never exiting his mouth and he maintained a calm facade, standing with a huff through his nostrils.

“Fine. Whatever.”

He slammed he door on his way out, the wooden hut shaking as much as Levi did and he crossed his arms, hugging himself against the cold night air.

It wasn’t far but the forest was black as pitch and filled with noises, foreign shuffles and sounds sending shivers across Levi’s flesh and he picked up his pace, stumbling over roots and bushes. His foot caught on something, a creeper or plant which in daylight would look lush and green but now it lay dangerously in wait, ready to snare Levi’s ankle and bring him down.

If he fell, the dead leaves would surely envelop him. Turn his bones to mulch. Make him part of the foliage, never to be found again.

Levi tripped and hopped in a circle, arms out for balance and he avoided a grisly demise this time, dense clouds blocking the moon and leaving him with pretty much no visibility at all.

Which direction did he come from? Where was he headed? The near miss had caused Levi’s internal compass to malfunction, no sense of reality remaining and he stopped, eyes closed as Levi strained to hear the babbling water.

A snap to his left made him jump, adrenaline pumping and fists up. Could be a squirrel. A leaf. Could be an axe murderer.

Levi decided against speaking and instead used the flight instinct, legs powering him towards what he hoped was the shack and safety.

Please. Please. Please…

The world started to go askew, inky trees suddenly on their side and Levi fell in slow motion, confused as to why the branches were that way round until he hit wet mud, all breath forced from his lungs and clothes instantly dirtied.


His shock couldn’t be contained and Levi kicked out wildly, on his back and now ready to fight whoever had brought him down.


Levi paused, feet in the air and body still, the unexpected and soft greeting far from that of a blood thirsty killer. A light approached, mild and soothing. Flickering. A candle. Maybe a witch then? Cannibal? Vampire? Satanist…

“Wh-who’s that? What do y-you want?”

He cursed the stutter, teeth chattering in his head as the glow came closer, Levi’s heart racing whilst he swiftly planned his escape.


The assailant bent in two, their lamp now clear as Levi’s foot connected with something pulpy and exposed, hopefully right in the balls and he scrambled back, sitting up to inspect his attacker.

“You…you go to my school…”

The flash of dusty blonde was unmistakable and Levi felt instant remorse, an electric but empty sensation crawling in his stomach. In front of him, doubled up in pain, stood a student a few years older than himself, someone Levi had admired quietly from afar since probably his first day. Erwin. Erwin Smith. With his smiles and holding doors open and that aura of…thoughtfulness?

Come to think of it, Levi had never seen Erwin hanging around with friends really. Satellite. That’s what he was. Circling but never a part of the group. Polite but closed off. Lonely. Out in the void.

And Levi would stare. Outright gape at Erwin when he was sure no one would see, his teenage hormones raging and twisting inside until one day Levi’s observations slapped him in the face and became more than just a passing interest. His bedsheets had been painted white on more occasions than he’d care to admit to, face buried in a pillow, ass up, always with one person on his mind. Erwin Smith.

And now here he was, in agony and groaning at the assault.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Levi got to his feet, the mud now a distant memory as he approached with timid steps, cheeks burning as if Erwin could read his inappropriate thoughts. “I though you were…hold on.”


Erwin couldn’t manage more than that squeak, lips pressed tightly together, the other person here still currently anonymous.

“Why the fuck are you out here? With a fucking lamp?”

Levi. Only one individual’s tone held such a malicious yet guarded lilt and Erwin froze, hand cupping his crotch and face on fire. Of all the people, it had to be Levi. The kid at school who did strange things to his belly whenever they were close. Erwin had seen Levi looking and obtained a deep sense of pride at having caught his gaze, those studious smokey eyes emblazoned on Erwin’s retinas when he lay alone at night, hand down his pyjama shorts and breath coming in panted rasps.

Erwin coughed, the waves of agony abating somewhat and he straightened, glad to have darkness to help hide his blush.

“I…” Erwin decided to be honest. Tell the truth and make this pure. “I come here sometimes. To read. And think.”

Levi regarded him with initial caution, his stare softening as he saw defiant sorrow in Erwin’s eyes and he nodded once, satisfied with the reason.


That reaction took Erwin aback - he’d been ready to argue against accusations of being a weirdo, a fuck-up, strange…all things which most teens would throw at this behaviour, but not Levi. A shared glance  spoke volumes as understanding passed between them, Erwin’s turn for questions arriving with a smirk as he tried out foul language.

“Why the fuck are YOU out here?”

A snort of laughter sprung from Levi’s mouth, taking him by surprise and he stepped forwards, shivers now not only due to the damp atmosphere.

“Apples. Truth or Dare.”

“Ahhh. Well, I know just where you need to go. Want me to show you?”

“Yea, sure.”

When Levi returned an hour and a half later, Hange nearly toppled him over with a fierce hug, the group applauding the hero’s triumph. It soon turned to confusion, a plastic bag full of snacks dropped to the floor along with a selection of apples.


Levi sniffed, pulling his hoodie up slightly at the shoulders, shrugging nonchalantly at Hange’s stupor. As it turned out, Erwin didn’t just visit the woods to think. He also had a stash of candy.

“Funny what you can find in the forest. Now can we fucking go home, its cold.”

As he turned to storm away, Hange didn’t fail to notice the purple hickey shining on Levi’s neck.