i've never been so amused for such a long period of time

anonymous asked:

Hey! I've never commented on any of your stories before, but I just wanted to let you know you're one of my favorite writers! Could you write a story about this one too? I know you'll make it great! Kate tells Castle her life is not his personal jungle gym. He takes it to heart and after he starts working with her again, he's careful to be polite and respectful around her, and it drives her nuts! Thank you!

“Castle?” 

He turns, startled by the close of her hand around his wrist, catching him before he can go, promptly at six o’clock. He doesn’t stay late with her like he used to, doesn’t try to invade her personal space or flirt with her or convince her to go with him for dinner at Remy’s. He just… shows up when she calls about a murder and leaves once the case is over, and she never thought that would bother her.

“Beckett?” he returns, her name like a question, but there’s concern in his eyes, dragging down his brow, taking a piece of her heart with it, because he never calls her Kate anymore.

Not since she’d nearly died in his arms with his body hovering above her, his words seeping with her blood into the cemetery grass.

I love you, Kate.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes flickering to the fingers still curled at his wrist, his body shifting closer to her, and yes, that’s what she wants.

He’s been here with her, but lately, he’s felt so far away, ever since they had started working together again, since they had found a tentative truce at the swings. She had expected them to grow closer, not drift apart. Had he - had he not understood her?

I’m not going to be able to have the kind of relationship I want (the with you had been unspoken but heavily implied) until that wall comes down.

It’s only been a few weeks since she had said those words, done her best to explain herself, but that wall was already under construction, progress being made day by day. But maybe he didn’t want to wait around throughout the demolition period.

“You - is everything okay with you?” she answers his question with her own, knowing she should let go of his wrist. They’re in the break room, shielded from the eyes of those left on the homicide floor, but they were supposed to be waiting - at least she was - and unnecessary contact certainly didn’t send the right message.

She just really likes the sensation of his pulse beneath her fingertips, even when it’s rioting like it is now.

“Of course,” Castle assures her, even throws in a smile for her, but it lacks his usual glimmer of conviction. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Kate purses her lips, drops her gaze to his chin, hates how utterly pathetic the next words out of her mouth are likely to sound, but-

“You never… stay anymore,” she murmurs, swallowing down her nerves. “I know things - changed, after my shooting, but I thought-“

“Beckett,” he sighs, but she squeezes his wrist.

“Did I ever properly apologize?” she inquires softly, remembering calling a ‘sorry’ out to him when he’d tried to walk away from her at his book signing, but maybe that didn’t count, wasn’t enough. “Words won’t fix things, it’s going to take time, I know that, but I - Rick, I hope you know I’m-“

“Kate,” he breathes out and the knot in her chest loosens ever so slightly. “I don’t need an apology, I’m just - trying to respect your wishes.”

Her brow furrows and she returns her gaze to his, studies the troubled blues of his eyes in confusion. “What wishes?”

Castle shakes his wrist free of her grasp and scrapes his hand through his hair while her fingers mourn the loss.

“You were right, last spring, before… the night before,” he begins, something painful flashing through his eyes, turning his irises a pale blue, dulled edges of silver, and the scar that sits fresh in the middle of her chest pulls tight. “Your life is not my personal jungle gym and I’m sorry for ever treating it like one.”

For a second, her mind draws a blank before it all comes rushing in, flushing through her skull so fast, she has to sift through the vivid memories of their last fight, their worst fight, to remember what he’s even talking about.

She may have offered an apology for the summer, but she had never given him one for that brutal argument, the biting words, had she?

For the past three years, I have been running around with the school’s funniest kid, and it’s not enough.

“You should have been treated with respect and I-“

“Castle,” she cuts off his rambling with the press of her fingertips to the headache swelling between her brows. “I was angry that night, scared,” she admits, lowering her hand so she can meet his eyes, treat him with the respect he deserves. “And I said some things that I didn’t mean and - wait, is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

“Weird?” he repeats on a huff. “I’ve been trying to be more polite, respectful, better-“

“No,” she protests that last one immediately, vehemently, shaking her head and taking a step closer, just a breath away from brushing his chest with her own. The closest they’ve been in a long time. “Castle, I don’t want - I just want you. The you I know and - care about.“

Castle’s brow hitches and his lips spill into a gentle smile, but there’s no teasing tainting his features, no amusement tugging at his mouth or filling his eyes. No, he looks… relieved and - and happy. So happy.

“Yeah? Because I’ve missed you,” he breathes, so tender, the lines of his face loosening, no longer so tight with the strain of his apparent strive for good behavior.

She wants to hug him, this sweet man who had been trying so hard for her, for such a terrible reason, and friends, lovers in waiting, can hug, can’t they?

Kate snags his hand, reclaims it, and tugs him into her, bands her arms around his neck before she can lose her nerve. Castle is broad and solid against her, warm and wonderful, even better when his arms tentatively wrap around her torso, embrace her.

“I missed you too,” she murmurs, her lips just barely brushing his jaw, triggering a shudder through his frame. “Don’t… drift away again, okay?”

His arms tighten around her and it causes her incision scars to ache, stretched taut, but it feels too good to move, too good when the cinch of his arms eradicates the bloom of her insecurities, her fears and uncertainties.

“Don’t worry, Beckett. You’re stuck with me.”

anonymous asked:

Okay. Listen. What if MC actually looked like Rika?? I've been thinking about this a lot since my friend told me that apart from eye color I basically look the same as her. What would the RFA think??? I can't stop thinking about it.

This is an interesting one… I’ve seen people requesting V lookalikes but I haven’t come across this one yet. I wonder if MC would have been chosen specifically for that reason, if it occurred? Hmm.

Spoilers for some routes and secret endings…kinda.


Yoosung

  • The boy already has problems confusing you with her, but this takes it to a whole different level.
  • Remember that part where he says he thinks you probably look like her, too? Seven can’t even object this time.
  • Although it does lead to an interesting… conflict of internal feelings when he finally does see you. You two worked hard to get him past the stage of associating you with her, but seeing you in person… looking a lot like her?
  • By now he knows that he’s either in love or falling in love with you, but you look so much like Rika that he hesitates for a moment when he makes his way over to you at the party.
  • It’s not like kissing his cousin because you aren’t his cousin… right?
  • Your personalities are quite different, after all, and looks are only skin deep…
  • But he does find you incredibly attractive and that’s just… baffling? Maybe he shouldn’t think too much about it.
  • He’s in love with you as a whole, and he decides not to focus on how much you resemble her. It doesn’t really matter in the long run of things.
  • What will be interesting is when you meet his family….

Zen

  • He does a very noticeable double-take when he opens his door to find you there, at first thinking he’s seeing a ghost.
  • Rika was responsible for giving him a boost in confidence that allowed him to move forward with his career; could she have returned to give him advice on how to salvage it now?
  • But no, he knows this is you, because you had said you were on your way and your voice is so familiar and soothing to him, despite how much you look like her.
  • Once he moves past that, he’s able to spot the differences between you and Rika, helping him separate you from her in his mind.
  • It’s not that he didn’t find her pretty, because he did, but she was always with V and not really his type, anyway.
  • He’s actually able to move on fairly quickly just because he focuses on everything that’s different, both personality-wise and physically, reminding himself that it’s you, you that he fell in love with. Eventually he doesn’t even remember unless it’s pointed out.
  • Because of this, he’s able to handle when people confuse you with her at the party smoothly, laughing softly with his hand on your back as he explains that while the similarity is uncanny, you’re very obviously a different person because [insert a different reason every time]

Jaehee

  • She’s a little shocked by the similarities at first glance, but all it takes is a quick shake of her head and a smile from you for her to move on.
  • She was never as close to Rika as the other members and while you do share a striking resemblance, you’re much more memorable as the friend who was there for her when she needed you.
  • It’s mildly amusing to her to watch the other members sputter around you, and you two have a good laugh about it later (especially poor Yoosung)
  • She’ll occasionally comment on it if she sees a picture of Rika, but for the most part it’s not even something she considers, because it just doesn’t matter to her.
  • You are you, and that’s all she cares about.

Jumin

  • When you show up at his penthouse, he’s honestly shook.
  • He was already barely holding it together, but then a Rika lookalike shows up and he’s just… what is going on right now?
  • And when you explain who you are and why you’re there? He’s still teetering at the edge of losing it. It’s just one too many strange things happening in such a short period of time.
  • He doesn’t send you away, though; he was close to Rika and a part of him wonders if that’s why he’s been able to become fairly close to you via the chat room.
  • Logically he can separate you from her because you’re not identical to her physically, and your personality is very different (this makes that “you’re warm and soft, unlike Rika” comment even more noteworthy)
  • He’s already overprotective and possessive of you, but he’s a little more so than he normally would be because he’s afraid of losing you, just like he lost her (as a friend)
  • And when V shows up to convince him to send you back? Well… that’s an interesting reaction, even if he can only partially see out of one eye.
  • Jumin does eventually stop thinking of her when he looks at you, and eventually he becomes blind to the similarities. When people comment on it at future parties (or elsewhere), he just gives them a blank look because he forgot that at one point, he thought the same.

707

  • Honestly? It messes with him a little.
  • When he first pulls up your picture, he thinks it’s some sort of elaborate prank being played on him. You, looking like Rika, in Rika’s apartment and on the app he designed for Rika’s parties… it’s a bit much.
  • He’s busy running programs comparing you and her physically, trying to make sure it’s not someone trying to impersonate her or - for some reason - Rika somehow not being dead and trying to return, but as someone else.
  • He breathes a sigh of relief when both of those are negative.
  • But even though he knew what to expect, he still does a double-take seeing you face-to-face. And his anger toward V and RIka about what happened to Saeran… maybe a little of it slips out irrationally at you for looking like her.
  • A fact that he’s very apologetic for later. Very, very apologetic, because it’s obvious you are nothing like Rika.
  • It’s shocking to see you two in the same room, later. Although it does highlight just how different you actually are, but memories do fade with time, so it makes sense…
  • It does make things a little more… difficult, once Saeran moves in. You guys decide to postpone marriage and you moving in with them until he’s in a more stable place and able to fully separate you from her. The last thing you need is to be the cause of any flashbacks/breakdowns.

V & Saeran here, but there is little to no happiness to be found with them.

anonymous asked:

I've been a little sad lately, can I request some DenNor and/or SuFin fluff? (If you need an AU, Viking AU )

*cracks knuckles* of course you can sweetheart~


Time period: Viking  


DenNor


Norway was annoyed.

No, he was past the point of being annoyed, he was highly irritated. It was cold, he was tired and hungry and the only sound to accompany him on this perilous trek was the frivolous chatter of a hyperactive Dane. 

Was he impervious to the chill? The wetness of the snow that softly fell and masked the lonely landscape? Norway couldn’t believe he was, but the way Denmark practically bounced through the snow and ice led him to believe otherwise.

It was all Denmark’s fault anyway, if he hadn’t decided to suddenly rush away from the camp insisting that he had found something magical and dragged the smaller Norwegian with him, then they wouldn’t have lost their way. Everything looked the same- the naked trees, the dusted rocks, the blank sheets of white… It was beginning to frighten Norway. It had been just over a month since he met the Dane, and already he was driving Norway insane.

A gust of wind suddenly picked up and made Norway stop, wrapping his arms around himself and shuddering uncontrollably. All they were wearing were thin white gowns, crudely fashioned boots and an assortment of furs to protect them against the cold, and without fire or food in their stomachs they would surely perish.

“Norge?” Denmark’s voice asked near his left ear, the Dane having stopped and frowned at him. “Are you all right?”

“No, I am not,” Norway responded with his small voice through clenched teeth. “This is all your fault.” 

“Hey! We should find it sometime!” Denmark responded cheerfully, reaching out to pat Norway’s shoulder. 

Norway flinched from the touch, struggling to breathe as the cold wormed it’s way into his heart. “I- I’m cold.” 

Denmark stared at the shivering Norwegian, shuddering a little himself, before smiling and taking Norway’s hand. “Come on! We need to warm up!”

He pulled the little boy with him, his blue eyes searching for what could be made as a temporary shelter. Settling on a rock with a small overhanging ledge, he led Norway over and dug away some of the snow from under it, before crawling in the small gap and then pulling Norway in too. As soon as they were relatively comfortable, Denmark opened his furs up quickly and pulled Norway against his chest in a hug, before swiftly wrapping the furs around them again.

Norway was reluctant to be so close to the Dane at first, but the relief that washed over him from the heat that seemed to radiate from the Dane was wonderful. He pressed himself as close to the small boy as possible, burrowing into his chest to draw as much warmth from him as he could. Denmark simply buried his face in Norway’s hair, also glad of the shared warmth.

“Thank you,” Norway mumbled after a while, shifting a little to look up with a frown at the Dane. Denmark grinned widely- having known the Norwegian for a short while he could tell that he was not very emotional and let his pride get in the way of a lot of things. It had confused the Dane at first, but he had grown used to it- even so early in their lifetime happy to see the Norwegian lift his stoic mask and say something as simple as “thank you”.

“You’re welcome!” Denmark responded cheerfully, his grin getting even bigger when Norway slowly sat up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. 

And that’s how they remained throughout the remainder of the day and then through the chilling night, until they were found the next morning.

End


SuFin


“What’re ya doin’?”

Finland let out a yelp and dropped everything he had been holding. A small knife, a few scraps of food, some extra fur and a few pieces of flint.

“N-nothing! I-I was just- er- getting th-things together for the- uhm- you know-” He stammered, scrambling to pick everything up and hoping desperately the Swede didn’t notice.

Unfortunately, said Swede did notice and quirked an eyebrow. “Ya goin’ somewhere?” 

“No! I… uh…” Finland blinked a few times and then let out a long moan, rubbing his eyes with his palms. “Ugh… I… I wanted to try going hunting… Like you, Nor and Den do… But Nor says I’m too young and Den promises he’ll show me next time- but he always promises and then never does it and-” he trailed off in defeat. A heavy silence overtook the small makeshift hut as Finland waited to be scolded by the stern looking Swede… However as the time dragged on, Finland dared to look up and meet Sweden’s eyes, frowning when he saw an amused glint in them.

“C’mon,” Sweden finally said, turning around and collecting a knife and a few furs too, before going outside. Finland, highly confused, followed him.

“Where are we going?” Finland asked dubiously as the Swede led him past the hut and then out of the camp. 

“Ya wanted to hunt, didn’ ya?” Sweden replied without looking back. “Nor ‘n’ Den are sleepin’…” 

“Wait, you- you really mean it?” Finland asked, an excited tone to his voice. “You’ll teach me to hunt?” 

“Mm,” came the confirmation. Finland felt his whole being light up and also felt himself warming considerably to the Swede. He’d always been closest to Norway and had never really had much interaction with Sweden, so had always passed him off as introverted and intimidating. 

However, his opinion was beginning to change already. Sweden actually seemed pretty nice- and quite kind too- and for that Finland was grateful. “Th-thank you!” Finland said, still in mild disbelief as he followed the Swede further into the nearby forest.


“There doesn’t seem to be any rabbits at all!” Finland complained, his feet hurting and his face frozen.

“Patience,” Sweden replied, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as best he could. His eyesight was beginning to deteriorate but he thought nothing of it. If he went blind, what could the others do about it?

Finland groaned and wrapped his furs tighter around himself. Who knew hunting could be this boring? In fact, he was beginning to regret doing this at all…

“We’ll find somethin’ soon,” Sweden reassured, letting an amused smile come to his lips. He was enjoying his time with the Fin- a lot more than he was letting on. There was a certain… spark to Finland that Norway and Denmark just didn’t have, and after spending a few hours with him he was beginning to see that.

Sweden was about to walk forward when a startled; “NO!” Pierced the air. Before he felt himself being abruptly yanked back just as the steep slope- masked by a thin layer of snow that he had failed to notice due to his unreliable eyes- began to crumble under his feet.

The momentum from being pulled back made him stumble and then fall, and much to his mortification he ended up falling straight onto the poor Fin, their noses touching and their eyes widened in shock. They stayed like that for perhaps half a minute, before Finland choked out;

“You’re crushing me…!” Sweden let out a hurried apology before quickly getting to his feet, helping the Fin up too.

“… Thank you,” Sweden mumbled, looking over the ledge and frowning. Was his eyesight really that bad?

“Y-you’re welcome…!” Finland replied, turning around so the Swede wouldn’t see his blush. “N-now let’s go find something to hunt before I freeze!”

However, unbeknownst to the Fin as he began walking, Sweden pulled the furs up to his eyes to try and conceal the redness that had taken over his cheeks too.

Sweden let out a soft sigh. This was going to be a long day…

End

anonymous asked:

I've been contemplating suicide for a long time now. I always thought I would make it into paradise and I really don't want a wretched end. The difficulties of life seem unbearable, please give me some advice.

As’salaamu Alaikum,

I’m so sorry you feel this way! :( Brother/sister “Do not despair of the mercy of Allah.” [39:53] Remember as Allah (SWT) states in The Noble Qur’an:

“But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.

— Surah Al-Baqarah [2:216]

 

Prophet Muhammad (SalAllahu Alaihi wasallam) said:

“The dunya is a prison for the believer and Paradise for the kafir (disbeliever),”

— Sahih Muslim, vol.4, #7058

“Be in the world as if you are a stranger or a wayfarer.”

— Sahîh al-Bukhârî (7/170)

As per the Hadith above, as you can see, it is totally normal for you to feel as though life is unbearable. It’s normal for you to feel out of place as remember brother/sister, that this world is just a test. This life is not permanent, it will end either way when Allah (SWT) wills it and has determined it for you. :) You’ve been created for something much better than this world — Jannah! :D

I definately understand you’re in pain and life is hard, but you’ve been so strong until now masha’Allah! You’ve faced every obstacle life has thrown at you so far, and insha’Allah before you know it, you’ll be in Jannah when Allah (SWT) wills. Keep staying strong and trust Allah (SWT), remember He will never do anything to harm us!

The Noble Qur’an:

“Allah intends for you ease and does not intend for you hardship and [wants] for you to complete the period and to glorify Allah for that [to] which He has guided you; and perhaps you will be grateful.”

— Surah Al-Baqarah [2:185]

Remember that Allah (SWT) really loves you. How do I know He loves you? Because Allah (SWT) tests those He loves.

The Messenger of Allah (Peace and blessings be upon him) said, “Allah (swt) said:

‘Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by being inflicted with poverty, and were I to enrich him, it would surely corrupt him.

Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by wealth and affluence, and were I to deprive him, it would surely corrupt him.

Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by good health, and were I to make him sick, it would surely corrupt him.

Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by disease and illness, and were I to make him healthy, it would surely corrupt him.

Verily, from amongst My slaves is he who seeks worship by a certain act but I prevent that from him so that self-amazement does not enter his heart.

Certainly, I run the affairs of My slaves by My Knowledge of what is in their hearts. Certainly, I am the All-Knower, All-Aware.‘”

[Reported by al-Tabarani]

The Prophet (Sallahu Alaihi wasallam) said:

“No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that,”

[Bukhari]

The Prophet (Sallahu Alaihi wasallam) said:

“Whoever Allah wishes good for, He inflicts him (with hardship).”

[Bukhari]

The Prophet (Sallahu Alaihi wasallam) said:

“Verily, if Allah loves a people, He makes them go through trials. Whoever is satisfied, for him is contentment, and whoever is angry upon him is wrath.”

[Tirmidhi]

“O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with the patient.”

— Surah Al-Baqarah [2:153]

As per The Noble Qur’an:

“Know that the life of this world is but amusement and diversion and adornment and boasting to one another and competition to increase wealth and children. [In reality, it is] like the example of a rain whose [resulting] plant growth pleases the disbelievers. When it dries and you see it turn yellow, and then it becomes [scattered] debris. And in the Hereafter is severe punishment and forgiveness from Allah and approval. And what is the worldly life except the enjoyment of delusion?”

— Surah al-Hadeed:20

This Dunya is just a resting place, it is not a permanent destination. However, the Dunya is necessary to attain Jannah. You mentioned you want to go to Jannah insha’Allah, right? :) Just keep staying strong as you have now, insha’Allah this too shall pass! Suicide would be going against Allah (SWT)’s will and His plan for you right? :)

Remember, Allah (SWT) knows best, I definately understand you may not understand why He has placed these trials in your life or why you are going through the situation you are currently in, but remember “Allah Knows, while you know not." [The Noble Quran | 2:216] Sometimes we don’t always understand why certain things happen in our lives, often times it is later we discover why Allah (SWT) did what He did, and that it was for our best we just didn’t know at the time! :)

Masha’Allah you have no desire for this Dunya, but Allah (SWT) loves you and wants you to do well in this test (Dunya) so you can be close to Him in Jannah insha’Allah. You’re so close to attaining Jannah masha’Allah, as you mentioned, please don’t let all your efforts and patience go to waste by ending your life (Allah forbid)! :(

The Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) said:

"He who killed himself with steel (weapon) would be the eternal denizen of the Fire of Hell and he would have that weapon in his hand and would be thrusting that in his stomach for ever and ever, he who drank poison and killed himself would sip that in the Fire of Hell where he is doomed for ever and ever; and he who killed himself by falling from (the top of) a mountain would constantly fall in the Fire of Hell and would live there for ever and ever.”

— Muslim

Remember “Indeed, Allah is with the patient.“ [2:153] and that “For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease. Indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.” [The Noble Qu’ran | 94:6]

Remember, there will always be good days and bad days, nothing in the Dunya is permanent! :) We just have to remain patient and trust Allah (SWT)’s plans.

Lastly, always always make dua and pray Salah. :) Insha’Allah pouring your heart out in dua and speaking with Allah (SWT) will bring ease and peace to your heart, afterall, who else can help us except Allah (SWT), Our Creator and Master of All Worlds, right? :)

“He who has nothing, has Allah. He who has Allah, has everything.”

— Unknown

I’m honestly really glad you spoke to me about this, it’s important to let out your feelings! :)

I also highly encourage you to speak to someone you can trust about how you’re currently feeling, you can also try speaking to someone at the Mosque (i.e. an Imam) and insha’Allah they may be able to provide you with better advice.

And remember I’m always here insha’Allah if you need to talk (you can also message me off-anon if you wish for me to answer privately).

I really hope I was able to help at least a bit insha’Allah. May Allah (SWT) bless you and your family, may He ease your pain and hardships and grant you strength, keep your Iman steadfast and grant you Jannat-ul-Firdous, Ameen! :)

*If my advice didn’t help, I sincerely apologize and please please promise you’ll speak to someone else you trust about how you feel, insha’Allah they will be able to help! :)