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Service Offered: Professional Third Wheel

Unwanted suitors? Not sure if you’re on a date? To nice to turn him down? I can help! With nearly four years of experience sabotaging romantic encounters, I’m the uncomfortable silence you deserve… and now, I’m offering my services professionally. 

Bring me along as a platonic bufferzone on unwanted or ambiguous dates with suitors you’re not interested in but don’t know how to turn down. Guaranteed to kill the mood or your money back!

Basic services include: Terrible puns, poorly-timed jokes, casual physical displays of affection, bringing up unappealing facts about you (to be established or fabricated ahead of time), including myself in attempts at cuddling, domineering the conversation, irritating laughter, talking about I may have finally found an apartment for rent that’s big enough to house all of your cats, subtly making remarks about how nice it is that you’ve made a new friend. 

More advanced services: Creating diversions (available at tiers 1, 2, and 3; examples include pouring water over my head, impromptu hula dancing, and  triggering alarms), intimate displays of physical affection, accidentally spilling drinks on your suitor’s clothing, laughing at everything your suitor says while drinking until I manage to time it so that water comes out of my nose and sprays onto them. 

 Package deals: 

  • The Gay Best Friend: What it sounds like. Because this persona runs the risk of stereotype and exploitation, I prefer to keep this subtle. Willing to engage in mild flirtation with your suitor. Please use discretion when requesting this service; the intention is to make him realize that your feelings towards him are platonic. Do not even consider this package if he is aggressively homophobic. 
  • The Imposing Older Brother: I scowl, smirk, and huff judgmentally. Comes in two flavors: the Violent Ex-Con and the Insufferable Elitist. Can flex my physical or intellectual muscles as needed. 
  • The Irritating Younger Brother: I bring a gaming device along, snicker rudely and roll my eyes whenever he speaks, complain about the time, chew with my mouth open, shrug indifferently, prop my sneakers on his chair, wipe my nose on my hand, and bluntly interrupt the conversation whenever it strays out of your comfort zone. 
  • The Priest: Why the heck would you bring your priest on a date?! I don’t know, and neither will your suitor! Obfuscate them into backing off. If that doesn’t work, I will recite dry Biblical passages until they are driven away by crushing boredom or fear of Hell. 
  • The Son from The Future: Depending on the age difference, I can also pose as your Son from the Current Era. Will dress in conspicuously unusual clothing (ex. holographic baseball cap, life preserver, roller skates, VISOR-like sunglasses), continuously ask for the date and time, and anxiously mutter about how it’s almost time for you to ditch this place and meet my father for the first time.
  • The Enslaved Zombie Ex-Boyfriend: I don milky, semi-opaque contact lenses and follow you around mindlessly, with jerky, unnatural movements. I am at your beck and call, controlled from beyond the grave by your occult powers - the fate of all the boyfriends who displease you.  
  • The Demon Prince: I wear a stylish fawn suit, soft kidskin gloves, and silver cuff-links etched with strange symbols. I have a ring or a cane decorated with the head of a ram. I say little, but smile often. Now and then, I pull out a little silver hourglass from a chain around my neck and examine it, tapping my foot, my fingers, or my cane impatiently. I adopt a curious and subtle accent and ask him to appraise his immortal soul. I carry a sleek briefcase rigged to emit a bright light if I crack it open a hair. Optional: I carry a cube of sulfur in my pocket for the smell.
  • The Mulder: A proven classic. I periodically derail the conversation with crackpot conspiracy theories, the nature of reality, extraterrestrial intelligence, and ESP. May accuse your suitor of being a Reptilian, or demand that they feel the scar where I had an alien implant removed. Insist that we change tables because this one is bugged and we are under surveillance by the secret shadow government.    
  • The Fiance You Thought Was Lost at Sea: I burst through the door, dripping wet, with barnacle-encrusted clothing and a crab dangling from my ear lobe. I’ll smell of brine and have a haunted look in my eye. This will require some acting skills from you; you’ll need to throw yourself sobbing into my arms and cry, “I thought I’d lost you!” and I’ll hold you and mutter something about Davy Jones getting ahead of himself.  
  • Other: I am happy to work with you to develop a persona specific to your unique needs and preferences. 

Rates: Sliding scale, determined by me on a case-by-case basis. I want to make my services available to all who need them. Factors such as the relative heinousness of suitor is considered; affluent clients can generally expect to pay more as likelihood of physical or spiritual harm increases. For swanky dates in nice locations with minimal levels of danger, I typically ask only that you cover the cost of my meal, entrance fees, transportation, and other expenses.

Although I am prepared to deal with any number of eventualities, I am not a professional: bodyguard, assassin, exorcist, crocodile hunter, or escort. If you expect that any of these services will become necessary, I am happy to put you in touch with a specialist. ADDITIONALLY: If your suitor is non-human, please be upfront with this so that we can plan accordingly. We do not want a repeat of the events of Halloween 2012.

ADDENDUM 2014: I reserve the right to terminate our deal at any time. This is a exclusively a professional relationship, and any physical or romantic affection we may share may be considered performance and unrelated to my personal feelings.
ADDENDUM 2015: If you are trying to orchestrate a set-up because you get off on watching your significant other jealously beat the crap out of perceived rivals, fuck you. Vengeance will be swift.

elennemigo  asked:

I keep having this image in my head: Sherlock entering into 221b and finding Molly sleeping in his couch or arriving at Baker st in a rainy day and finding Molly outside all soaked and in both cases he's very choked up by the scene. Molly first line: «I need your help.» If you can do something with this, great! If you don't, it's ok too. Thanks!! 😙

Well it only toook me 2 tries to get this written, seeing as I lost lots of it the first time lol! (Seriously, never write the fic in the answer. TOO RISKY!) Anyway, hope you like where I went with this. I flip flopped about all different kinds of things Molly could be going to Sherlock for, but ended up settling on this one. Enjoy! :D

The moment he approached his door, he knew very well that someone was in his flat. His guard was up as he swung the door open, but as soon as his eyes fell on the surprise guest, his shoulders relaxed and gaze softened.


She sat up from where she was reclined on the couch, sniffing and looking a bit red eyed. She’d been…crying?

“Molly, what is it?” Sherlock questioned, crossing the room to sit on his coffee table in front of her.

“Sherlock, I-” Her voice broke a little. “I need your help.”

His voice dropped low, an instant determination in his tone. “Anything.”

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Nightmares // Julian Albert x Reader

Summary: You had noticed Julian’s recent nightmares and were attempting to wait for him to come to you to talk about it. Though, when he refuses to tell you what’s going on you mind tells you what must’ve happened and your reaction puts you in grave danger.

Word count: 2,038

Warnings: mentions of cheating and sex, implied sexual harassment

Julian just wanted to leave everything that happened with Alchemy in the past. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He thought when the Philosopher’s Stone was gone he could just move on. Except it wasn’t that easy. Every night he had nightmares of all the people he hurt, of savitar’s voice inside his head.

You had been noticing he was acting strange but he never told you what was troubling him. It was unlike him to not tell you what was wrong, for the past two years you’d been together he told you everything. You knew that it must be something he’s not ready to discuss if he hasn’t told you yet. You wanted to know but you didn’t want to pry. You made sure to constantly tell him that you’d be there to listen as soon as he is ready to talk about it. It pained you to see him hurting and to know that he was bottling up all of his emotions.

You felt him jolt awake and could hear his heavy breathing. You turn on your side to face him and see him sitting up, elbows to his knees, and head in his hands. You hear light, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth and your heart breaks to see him like this.

You sit up and run a hand up and down his bare back, not saying anything and just letting him calm down. He begins to relax at your touch but you can still feel the tension in his muscles. You place a hand on his forearm and he pulls his head from his hands to look at you.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you ask lightly while sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers.

“No,” he chokes out, fiddling with your fingers. “I just want to forget about it.”

“You can’t forget about it by keeping everything in,” the hand you hand on his back moves to his cheek, he melts into your palm and looks into your eyes.

“I don’t want things between us to be ruined,” he says just above a whisper.

Your heart sinks, you don’t know what he did but by the sounds of that it’s not good. There are few things that could jeopardize the relationship you two have and your face falls when you think about what he could’ve done.

When the thought crosses your mind you remove your hands from him and place them in your lap. You just stare at them and try to fight the urge to cry, even though tears are filling your eyes.

At first he is confused at your change in demeanor, then he realizes the only thing that could be going through your head.

“No, no, no,” he quickly grabs your hands. “It’s not that, I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on my life.”

“You have been gone a lot of nights recently,” you say. “How can you explain that?”

He sighs, “I can’t.”

The first tear falls from your eye. “Okay,” you choke before getting up and out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Julian asks, concerned, as you put on a shirt and some leggings.

“To clear my head,” you say while putting on a cardigan and boots.

“Y/N, listen, you have to believe that it wasn’t that.”

“I can’t Julian,” you snap and you can see him tense up. “You haven’t been around most nights, you won’t tell me what’s going on with you, when was the last time we even had dinner together? And I can’t even recall the last time we had sex so it wouldn’t surprise me that your getting it from someone else,” all your sadness had turned to rage, you cross your arms and lean onto your hip.

“Please, just believe me,” he looks up at you with his bright blue, puppy eyes. A look that use to make you do anything, but not now.

“I’ll believe it when you prove it,” you go to walk out the bedroom door.

“Y/N it’s 3 a.m. It’s not safe to be walking around the city.”

You ignore him and just keep walking, you make sure to slam the door of your apartment shut. You stand in the hallway for a moment. Waiting to hear Julian’s footsteps coming after you but they never come. You shake your head and head for the stairs, that’s enough for you to prove you’re right.

Julian wakes up the next morning and sees you’re still not home. He wanted to go after you when you left but seeing you walk away broke him. He couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was sob and sob. He cried himself to sleep and woke up to his pillowcase still damp from his tears.

He did his best to pull himself together and get ready for work. He couldn’t hide that his eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot and he didn’t even have the energy to fix his hair. He just put on some clothes and left for the precinct.

When he got to the lab he was surprised to see Barry already there. He would’ve made a snarky remark about Barry being early for once in his life but he couldn’t even muster up enough energy for that. He just went straight to his desk, saying nothing.

Barry looked at him for a second, awaiting the snarky remark he undoubtedly deserved. It never came, Julian immediately pulled out some files and got to work. Barry tilted his head in confusion, that’s when he noticed it. He could tell Julian had been up all night, he could see he’d been crying and that his normal scowl was more of a saddened pout.

“Hey, Julian are you okay?” Barry asks.

“I’m fine, Allen,” he replied, except Barry could tell by his tone he was indeed not fine.

Before Barry could say anything Joe runs into the room. “Barry we need you to head down to a crime scene and Julian I need you to come with me.”

Barry knowing Julian was having a rough day thought maybe solving a case would lighten him up. “I think Julian should head down to the scene,” he says. “He’s a better CSI.”

“No, I need him to head over to the hospital with me.”

“Hospital?” Julian stands up. “Why?” Worry starts to fill his voice, the only thing running through his head is you.

Joe lets out a sigh, “It’s Y/N, she got hurt last night. She was found just a little over an hour ago, it was bad. Barry needs to go look at the crime scene and Julian you should see Y/N. I can explain more to you on the way.”

Julian feels sick to his stomach as Joe told him the whole story during the car ride to the Central City Hospital. It happened barely two blocks from your apartment building. All the police knew so far was that you had been pulled into a back alley and were stabbed. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the switchblade remaining lodged in her stomach. That was all the knew, they hadn’t gotten a statement from you yet. When you were found you were out cold and all the anesthetics are continuing to keep you that way.

Julian feels the air knocked out from his lungs when he steps into your hospital room. The sight of your weak, limp body would surely be enough to cause him to break down again, but there were no tears left in him.

“I’ll give you two your space,” Joe rests a hand on Julian’s shoulder before exiting the room.

Julian stands in the doorway, mouth hanging a gap for a few moments before walking towards you. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed and takes your normally warm hand in his, shivers go up his spine when he feels how cold you are. He sighs running his free hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out. “This is all my fault,” he shakes his head before taking your hand in both of his. “I swear as soon as your up I’ll explain everything,” he rests his head on your hand. “I’ll make this better, I promise,” a tear slips down his cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again.

An hour passes, Julian’s head still rests on your hand.

“So, this is Y/N?” He hears a voice in the doorway ask. He looks up to see Barry leaning on the door frame. He nods before turning back to her. “You’ve never mentioned her.”

“In case you haven’t noticed I don’t consider you a close friend, do I, Allen?” He remarks, eyes fixated on your features. “What did you learn from the scene?”

“Well, she was found around six, from the looks of the scene and the wound she must’ve been stabbed around five,” Barry explains.

“That makes no sense,” Julian shakes her head. “She left at three, the scene was only two blocks from our apartment it wouldn’t take her two hours to get there.”

“Maybe she was walking back,” Barry suggest.

“No, I know where she was going and she wouldn’t go by the alley where she was found.”

“I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to know what happened in that time gap. I’ll leave you two alone until then,” he says before leaving the room.

Julian caresses your face, “What happened to you?” He whispers.

He studies your face. He notices your eyes rapidly moving while shut, just as they would if you were having a nightmare. Your breathing picks up, your chest moving up and down frantically. Your heart rate steadily goes up and sweat begins to trickle down your face. Julian grows worried at the sight, not knowing what to do, if he should wake you up or not.

You start to mumble something, “Don’t touch, don’t touch me,” you repeat, getting louder. You jolt awake panting.

“Y/N,” Julian places a hand on the small of your back.

“No!” You shout causes him to back off. “Don’t touch me,” you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry.

“Love, what happened,” he quietly asks.

“He was so scary,” you choke out.

“Who?” He asks but you stay silent. “Baby, who was it?”

“I don’t know,” your voice is a whisper, you hug your knees into your chest. “It was dark and I was blindfolded,” the tears stream down your face. “And then-then-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

Julian can already put two and two together. “Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened,” he says, ashamed of himself. He knows this is all his fault, he should’ve just told you the truth from the start. “This is all my fault,” he hesitantly places a hand on you back. He can feel your body shake as you cry. “I should’ve told you what was going on.”

“Julian, I don’t care to think about that right now,” your voice is muffled due to the fact your head is still buried in your knees. You turn your head so your cheek is resting on your knee and your facing him, except you can’t make eye contact. You take one of his hands in yours, your grip weak. “Can you just lay with me?” Your voice is almost as weak as your grip.

“Anything, love,” he says before crawling next to you on your small hospital bed.

You rest your head and a hand on his chest. You sigh as you grasp and release the material of his shirt. Your mind is filled with the memories that will forever be embedded in your brain. You screaming and fighting, trying to escape but nothing worked. Then, Julian’s arms wrap around you and suddenly you feel safe again.

“I’ll never let anything like this happen again,” he speaks, softly. “I promise,” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.”

Julian smiles at your words, glad that even though there’s some damage you’re here. You’re safe in his arms.

“I love you, too.”

Try Not To (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation

Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader
Words: 570+

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In Case You Missed It pt. 2

Hey guys.  This is Part 2 of a master post of fic y’all might have missed.  Some of it’s older, some newer, some never even posted to Tumblr.  Take a gander, click on some links, and support your fellow fandom writers.  

If anyone would like to be included on a list, or if I missed you, please feel free to message me and I’ll draw up another list in a few days or so.  

Part 1 is here, in case you missed it (ba dum tssssssst)

Wonderful You by @contrivedcoincidences6

*Oh my God, THE FEELS.  This cancer arc drabble melts your damn heart. BRB, I’m gonna go read literally everything else by this author because clearly I need a good cry today. 

Waiting For You by @alexkryceks –

*An AU set during and after the Pilot.  Seriously, we need more Pilot fic in this fandom.  I can’t get enough of it. 

In Utero by @nnyyssssaa –

*This one is a pregnant!Scully doozy.  Sheesh.  More feels for you.  So many beautiful feels.

N+1 by @scienceandmysticism –

*The best answer for the “one lonely night” bit that CC threw at us.  This is now my headcanon, and it should be yours as well.  

The Eternal Return by @storybycorey

*HOO boy, Revival smut.  Smutty smut.  (insert eyebrow waggle gif here)

Together by @sunshinetoday

*A beautiful little post Founder’s Mutation fic.  Ugh, we so need more of these.  For real.  This is lovely. 

Under a Wide Sky by @frangipanidownunder

*Wooooot an update to this crazily interesting casefile.  We actually featured this a while back on @txf-fic-chicks so obviously it’s a must read WIP!

Leaving or Waiting by @crossedbeams

*What’s this? A post Chinga fic??  Some serious goodness in here. 

#65 by @bohoartist

* *fans self* pheeeeew ok.  This baby is def NSFW.  Deliciously so. 

We Are Disfigured by the Things We Do to Cope by @chileananderson

*Sorry @chileananderson I gave it a title (a line from your poem).  This beauty is far too gorgeous to be 1. untitled, and 2. not read by every single one of you right now. 

Days in the Unremarkable House pt. 4 by @scully-loves-ruthie

*Holy hell, this part starts out with a gut punch, and then continues to just hurt you in all the right ways.  Freaking awesome, man.  

Bubbles in the Wind by @piecesofscully

*uh, of course I’m going to include this.  LOL ain’t no shame in my self promotion game, folks.  I write for you to read.  So read. 

Coming Home by @kateyes224

*Look, do you ever find an AU that you just want to curl into bed with and live in it forever?  Because that’s this fic for me.  It’s perfection. 

Guys, thank you all for writing for the fandom.  I’m sure I can speak for every reader on here when I say you and your efforts are appreciated. <3

Preferences - How They Would Comfort You (TVD Guys)

I apologise completely for my inactivity guys but this is a preference and it can be guys and girls from either show about anything you like if you wanted to request xxxx

Damon Salvatore

Damon is a real dick and as we all know, he’s not the most sensitive person but if he really cared about you, he would do everything he could to make you feel better. He would just hold you, try and make you laugh “What do you get when you cross a vampire with snow? Frostbite!”, let you rant and hit him if you needed to. He would compliment you and tell you everything you needed to hear and more than anything, he would be there in case you needed anything.

Stefan Salvatore

Stefan is so sweet and kind and I think that what he’d be really good at is understanding. He’d get that you’re having a hard time and he’d use that to try and help you. He’d just let you sit there in silence or even let you cry on his shoulder and he’d hold you close and hug you so tightly and just whisper to you. “Everything is going to be alright, I promise.”

Jeremy Gilbert

Jeremy could write a book on how to deal with heartache. He’s lost so many people time and time again that he’s got used to the dull ache of that hurt. He’d be so understanding and I think he’d sit with you and tell you stories and if you needed it, you could lie in his arms and he’d let you sleep and he’d keep you protected even though he’d know that there’s nothing he can do. After a while, he’d try and make you smile through video games or something stupid just to take your mind off of things. “You bet your ass I can beat you at MarioKart”

Tyler Lockwood

Tyler is an impulsive guy and he would hate to not be able to help you. He would do anything he could, unable to sit there and do nothing. He’d hold you and talk to you. “Hey, hey it’s okay, there’s no need for tears, don’t cry.” He’d want to make you smile and would offer to do so many things and even make jokes about himself being a dog. He’d be desperate for you to be okay and happy because his happiness relies so heavily on yours.

Matt Donovan

Matt is just like everyone else you’ve ever met except for the fact that he knows about the supernatural and that means he’d want to protect you anyway. So when you need comfort, he’d go into super protective mode and want to hurt anyone that hurt you. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t be able to stop many things that would hurt you and would then try and comfort you by holding your hand and letting you talk about whatever you wanted.

Alaric Saltzman

Alaric would probably be more like a father. He’d hug you and feel guilty that he couldn’t protect you but he’d kiss your forehead and tell you that everything would alright no matter how bad it seems. He’s kind of an expert on tragedy so he’d really understand and help you any way he knew how whether that’s letting you rant to him or giving you something to hit.

Kai Parker

Kai wouldn’t understand. He’d see that you were upset but he wouldn’t get why. What he would do, though, is try to make you feel better, regardless of how that may be. He’d try and make you smile by cracking jokes or hurting someone you hate and if that didn’t work, I think he’d hug you and say something like ‘In movies they do this sometimes’. He’d hold you and tell you crappy stories and though it would suck, it would totally help because he just wants to help.

Enzo St.John

Enzo knows heartache and one thing he knows better than most is hopelessness and he’d do anything he could to stop you from feeling that way. A part of him would definitely think that he’s let you down somehow by not protecting you. He would hold you and let you do whatever you needed to. He’d try and make you smile too and when you eventually do he’d be so happy. 'There it is! It’d be a shame if the world was rid of a smile as beautiful as yours sweetheart’. He’d just be the best, caring for you and comforting you no matter what the problem was.

Study Breaks and Warm Kisses (Tom Holland)

Please don’t repost anywhere without my permission! (or I’ll hunt you down)

Summary: You feel like you are going to fail the exam and Tom is here to comfort you.

Pairing: not famous!Tom Holland x reader

Word count:706

Note: Please note some words are BreE as I’ve only learned only this variation at school and I mainly  use British vocab rather than American. Thank you!

PS. I hope anon that you like it! xx



It had already been six hours that you spent studying in your apartment. You felt like a mess, smelled like a mess and, in general, were a small ball of sadness. The subject was your least favourite not only because it was boring, it was also hardly understandable. You groaned and tossed away the big pile of notes that went flying and landed on the floor. You knew nothing, you felt like the only thing you were going to write on your exam is simply your name and surname.

Your phone’s screen lit up but you ignored it, staring at the wall of your room. Few minutes later you decided to read the message and you saw that it was from your friend, and a crush, Tom Holland.

Tommy <3

Coming with takeouts, be there in 10.

You panicked as you realised how terrible your surroundings were and how horrendous you looked like – greasy hair and old pyjama pants with panda bears you got from your grandma two years ago for Christmas. You stood up and tried to tidy up things a little, putting all the mugs with not finished coffee in the sink and throwing the leftovers of last night’s pizza in the bin. Before it looked at least presentable you heard a doorbell ring.

“Coming!” you shouted, cursing under your breath.

You opened the door and saw a face you adored so much.

“Hi (Y/N)! Thought you’d be hungry after studying so hard so I bought you some Chinese!” Tom seemed as cheerful as ever and stepped into your apartment.

“Sorry for the mess” you said, feeling the blush of embarrassment creep into your cheeks. ”I’ve been studying since I woke up. Haven’t had any time to actually take care of it.”

Tom looked at you and smiled.

“No probs, (Y/N), ya know I don’t care about messy rooms, heck, mine is in a worse state than your whole apartment!” he tried to cheer you up by joking and he succeeded as you let out a chuckle.

You sat down on the couch and made yourself comfortable, taking from Tom a container full of delicious food. However, the thoughts about you failing the exam were so great that you barely touched it and Tom noticed that immediately. He stopped talking… you actually realised he had been talking to you this whole time when you spaced out.

“Hey, are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Tom frowned a bit, touching your knee lightly with his free hand.

You gulped, not sure what to say. You didn’t want to worry him, he had a lot on his shoulders already.

“Nah, I mean, I’m good, yeah… I’m good.” you said, your voice a bit shaky.

Tom cocked his eyebrow, not convinced.

“Come on, (Y/N), you can talk to me about anything, remember? We’re like the best of the besties, right?”

Your insides felt like tied even more tightly than before. Yeah, the best of the besties…

“I mean, I’m a bit stressed out, that’s all, you know I hate this subject and I’m totally gonna fail, god this is hopeless case I swear-“

You saw Tom shift, leaving his food on the table in front of the couch. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Shhh, (Y/N), it’s gonna be okay! You gonna slay this exam for sure. And please don’t cry cause then I’d need to start crying too and ya know how ugly I look when I cry” he tried to comfort you as you felt your eyes water and your hands trembled when you were starting to talk about the exam.

Tom knew exactly what to say or do to make you feel better no matter the circumstances. So you closed your eyes, feeling his closeness and inhaling his scent and for that moment you knew that maybe you weren’t his girlfriend and he wasn’t your boyfriend but you had the best friend in the world.

And that what matter the most.

Or maybe what mattered the most was  that he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and that made you forget about the world surrounding you. The kiss was everything in that moment that you felt.

And you felt happy.

Scattered Memories (Part 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2004(Far too long)

Summary: After Hotch gives your team a rare long weekend you head home, but you never make it. You wake up 13 hours later in the same spot you blackout at, but something is different. 

Warnings: None descriptive rape, kidnapping, angst, eventual PTSD

Author’s note: I’ve been working on this for two days before realizing how long it was getting to be a one-parter, this won’t be as long as I plan on making my Trials and Tribulation’s series -two/three parts at the most.

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           “Oh, please. You’re all talk” you shrugged off your boyfriend, wriggling your eyebrows and turning on your heel, leaving your dumbstruck, jaw slacking, smirking boyfriend behind you as you opened the front door. Tossing the keys into the bowl and shrugging off your jacket, you heard his boots click in on the hardwood floor of his home, the door shutting and locking behind him.

           “Yes, I can!” He continued, even though you were halfway into the kitchen by now, leaving him by the door as he took off his expensive boots.

           Nothing at all sounded better than the bottle of wine you’ve been thinking about since after his dinner meeting, you all but sighed when it came into view on the rack in his kitchen. Grabbing two stemless wine glasses from the cupboard, you set them on the cool granite, reaching into the familiar drawer under you for a cork screw.

           “You need to give me a chance” you heard him behind you suddenly, jumping and gasping just a bit, clutching the corkscrew to your chest. The moment you opened your eyes and swallowed, he was leaning up against the counter next to you, that stupid smirk on his face, plucking the corkscrew from your hand, the bottle in his other hand.

           “What if I beat you?” you challenged, wriggling your brows and circling the massive granite island before you, perching yourself on one of the barstools across from him, your elbows on the cool stone, licking your lips.

           “Oooo, love”, he swiftly removed the cork from the bottle, pouring the liquid into both glasses, plopping a wine stopper into the bottle and joining you on the stool next to you, handing you your drink, “is that a challenge?” he leaned in close and smiled, taking a sip from his glass.

           “Possibly”, you shrugged, “but I think I’ll win”, you smirked and took a sip from your glass, eyes trailing off from him to the living room in front of you.

           “Confident little thing, aren’t you?” his free hand was now on your ear, tucking your hair behind it. Glancing over, you sipped from your drink again, blushing faintly. He took notice.

           “Looks like I’m already winning”, the back of his index finger danced over your cheek and you huffed, putting your wine glass down on the table, turning to face him.

           “Don’t be so sure, Styles”, you glared standing from where you were, slightly annoyed that he was taking you from your wine. It was your turn to put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek, your cold fingers making him shiver a bit, leaning in to kiss his forehead slowly, “bedroom. Now.”

           Your lips left his skin and once again, you turned from him and made your way into the bedroom, this time is hand was holding yours. Butterflies started to creep in your stomach at the coming events, the anticipation and sheer excitement that he was okay with experimenting, this early in your relationship, made your ears burn.

           Before you hit the threshold of the bedroom, you glanced over your shoulder to only make your stomach jolt even more: he was smirking, the shirt he was wearing was halfway un-buttoned, eyes half-lidded, holding his large hand in yours, the other hand still holding a glass of wine, taking a tiny sip.

           Stopping, you turned to face him, he bumped your chest lightly, his half-lidded eyes peering down at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

           “Hello”, he hummed playfully.

           “Wait here”, you were so drunk off of his smell, his aura, his everything – that you were tempted just to give up and let him have this, let him have you, let him win – but somehow, you caught your second wind and watched him take another sip of his wine, pushing his chest further into you when your hands rested on his pectoral muscles, taking a step back, “come in before I say so and I’ll chop your balls off” you peered and pointed your finger, fleeing to the bedroom, closing the door on him.

           Even though you were crashing at his place this weekend, you knew you had to have packed something, some sort of toy, that if, just in case, this conversation came up, you’d be ready. And here it was, right before you, as you ransacked your bag, in the tiny zippers and compartments, swearing yourself off that you didn’t’ think about this – until your fingers landed on it. You could cry of happiness when you took it out and realized it was not just what you needed, but it was the right one. Grabbing a few more things, you hid it in his nightstand quickly and made your way back to the door, glaring at it to see that it was opened just a hair.

           “Hey!” you swung the door open and put your hand on your hip, “what did I tell you?” his finger was pointed out as if he had been poking the door, the cockiest grin on his face.

           “I didn’ open it allllllll the way”, he rolled his eyes and made direct eye contact with you, his free hand wrapping around your waist, “may I come in, now?”

when you're upset


 When he sees you’re upset, his first instinct is to fight whoever it was. “Who is it? Was it Jefferson? I’ll kill him. Give me a name!" 

You’d insist that you were fine and also begged him not to hurt anyone, but he’d give you this look. He knew you when you weren’t okay, and being the resilient man that he was, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight until you told him what was wrong. He’d listen to you rant, and if the case came, he’d even cry with you. He was always reassuring with his words, reminding you of how great you were, calming you down if needed and told you not to let other people get in your head (especially people like Jefferson). He never let you go without a kiss on the head. To you, it meant safety and security. Even at night, he’d send you one more reassuring text that would be enough for you to rest easy. 


 When you’re upset, he crumples. You’re not the type to get emotional easily–he knows this. He knows you so to see you so sad makes him sad. He takes you somewhere quiet, and just holds you. He listens intently when you talk and rubs your back when it’s hard to get out certain words. Even when you can’t speak, he holds you tightly and rocks you back and forth in his arms to get you to calm down. He’d even make sure you got home okay and even then he wouldn’t let you be alone. Sometimes, he’d pop in a movie and sit with you, stroking your hair and humming softly as he held you. When you fell asleep, he’d stay the night, either sleeping with you or crashing on the floor. Usually you’d be okay in the morning, waking up to hug your best friend and thank him profusely. 


The French are naturally very affectionate, so it was no surprise to you that Lafayette could be very touchy. If you were ever in a bad mood, he would cuddle with you and baby you to no end. "Ma cherie!” He’d exclaim, already pouting at the sight of you. “I’m here.” He’d say those words in English and it meant the world to hear him say those two little words. If he saw a single tear, you’d be pulled into his arms immediately and peppered with kisses to remind you that you were loved. If you weren’t your usual cheery self, he made sure to check up on you or have someone else do so. He dropped everything to be with you. Lafayette was always there for you and although the language barrier was a bit of a problem, it made him a great listener.


He knows you well enough to know when you are upset. It’s usually even before you start crying that he coaxes you into talking. He’ll see your eyes water or your lip tremble, and he’d bite his lip. He might ask “You okay?” just to start and if you nodded no, he’d silently pull you in for a hug. Nothing needed to be said. He understood that you were going through something tough right now. Whether you wanted to tell him or not didn’t matter–he just wanted you to know that he’d be there. You’d rest your head in his chest and his strong arms wrapped you up. Often he didn’t always understand why certain things bugged you, but he’d sit with you and listen and make sure you’re okay. You loved him for it because he’d help you figure the problem out. He gave the best advice and did whatever he could to help you.

w/ a uncomfortable s/o

G Wash headcanon for if his s/o is in an uncomfortable situation?? - anon

boss’ memo : this is a bit vague, but i did my best,,

  • depending on how long the two of you have been together (and how your body language is regularly–he’d instantly notice an abrupt change) it could take a matter of seconds to several long minutes for him to realize how uncomfortable you are.
  • it’s likely he’ll be talking to someone, giving a cursitory glance over before noticing, so he’ll excuse himself and take you over to the side so the two of you can speak about it
    • if this is due to someone else, george is ready to call them out on it–he’s not going to start a fight, but he’s going to tell them to back off and leave you alone if you need him to,, depends on how the situation is.
      • you may be in such a state that you don’t want to tell him / communication is difficult in general–so he’ll take aside the other person to have “a talk”
      • (this talk will essentially consist of the other individual attempting to make their case to him,, it’s a hopeless case as george trusts your word more 10 times out of 10)
    • if you’re really panicking–crying, maybe, as george goes weak for your tears and will do anything to make them stop–he’ll tell everyone to “take a walk”, aka, “leave.”
  • if you’re having an issue due to the environment or the subject matter, george’ll understand–he’s familiar. it’s best to brief him on what you’re okay with and what you’re not okay with so he can keep an eye out for you
    • don’t be afraid to let him know you need to leave!! your well-being is the most important thing to him, and the last thing he wants is for you to feel unsafe ! he loves you v much !
I Am An Alpha Ch 10: Introductions

“Hello,” I stand in front of all of them and bow, “I’m Insoo.”

“Hello!” Chanyeol answers back eagerly from where he sits with his brothers on the couch. Eleven pairs of eyes are staring at me, six waiting on edge, afraid of what could be going on, the other five want to hear about my past from my own mouth. The silver haired giants wide smile keeps my heart from pounding out of my chest, I give him a grateful smile.

“It’s nice to meet all of you, I’m sorry for looking like a mess on our first meeting, I wasn’t expecting to be meeting anyone new,” I apologize awkwardly and I run my fingers through my short hair.

“You look beautiful,” Luhan offers me a sweet smile.

“The others had neglected to mention that there were move of you so, again, I apologize for the very bad introduction I’m giving, I would have prepared better or at least talked with my pack to see what they said yesterday. I’m not really sure how I should explain this, can Jin hyung come up and help me?” I look to Kris.

He shakes him head, “I’m sorry little wolf, I would like to keep the fighting to a minimum and having him up here would cause a fight. We are very possessive men Love, I let you stay with them yesterday because you wouldn’t let him go after you passed out. If you need someone to help or lean on I’m right here and so is Yixing, we’ve got you.”

“But it’s different,” I protest lightly, “You don’t know all of it.”

“Please just try and explain a little bit so the others will be more willing to understand why you need another man to hold your hand.”

I take a deep breath, “Okay, Ge, I’ll try.”

He chuckles, “That is all I ask.”

“Okay, when I was a little girl, I was kidnapped by the blood red army.” The new comers eyes are wide with surprise, their mouths hang up ready to question everything.

“You were kidnapped?” Suho repeats.

I nod, “When I was nine years old.”

“The army has been wiped out for thirty years,” Kyungsoo’s brows furrow, “How old are you? How long were you with them?”

“I am 115 years old, so I was is the army for about 76 year? That sounds about right, it was a lot harder to tell how many days would pass back then,” I laugh awkwardly to try and defuse the intense atmosphere I feel beginning to grow.

I suddenly feel my knees buckle under me when I feel the air become thicker around me, “You were stuck with those bastards for 76 years?” Chanyeol seethes. The others want to glare at the younger but are struggling to keep their own anger in check.

Kris is on his feet hanging over me, his hands are on my shoulders keeping me from going on all fours, “Chanyeol calm down right now or I swear to god I will kick you out.”

The silver haired giant growls back at the older, “How can you be so calm Hyung? How can any of you be calm when our mate was used as a sex slave for some of the most disgusting men in the world? Do you remember the rumors of what they would do to the omegas that they caught? Their soldiers were pieces of shit monsters who would rather kill innocent people than die themselves. Can you imagine what could have happened to her?”

“Chanyeol you are only making things worse!” Suho snaps back in an obviously restrained voice. “Look at what you are doing to her, she is just an omega, you are putting too much pressure on her. Calm down.”

Just an omega. I remove Kris’s hands from my shoulders and stand up on my own two feet, ignoring the trembling of my knees and my shaking hands. I straighten my shoulders, trying my best to fight against my natural instinct and just burry my face in Kris’s neck. I don’t cower, I have already cowered and submitted more in the last three day than I have for the last 100 years of my life. I not some weakling. The new comers are arguing amongst themselves, too busy trying to protect me to actually notice me right now.

“Suho hyung is right,” Chen voices his concern, “Bringing it up also doesn’t help. We don’t want her to have to relive it.”

Too late for that, I think to myself, I’ve been reliving my past every night in my dreams since I was freed.

“So are we just supposed to pretend like it didn’t happen?” Luhan scoffs, “This isn’t just something we can ignore!”

“How do we handle something like this?” Suho worries.

Kyungsoo and Minseok are both staring at the ground, their eyes fixed on the wood, their hands are on their knees, gripping them so tight their knuckles are white. As much as they are trying to control their angry I can feel it seeping out of them. All of them are too focused on their anger and how to handle me that they don’t notice my sudden change of attitude. But the others do, Baekhyun, Jongin, Sehun, Yixing and Kris all watch me with both interest and worry.

“You have it all wrong,” I mumble to them.

“What?” The six look up at me.

“I was not a sex slave, I was a soldier.” The others share a knowing look.

Kyungsoo is the first to question it, for the first time I see some kind of emotion on his face, though whether it is concern or anger I’m not sure, “You were a soldier? That’s impossible, they wouldn’t allow a female omega to be a soldier.”

“That’s because they didn’t know, I’ve been hiding my gender my whole life, well since I was nine.”

“How could you have been a soldier?” Chanyeol scoffs, “You couldn’t hurt a fly. You are so tiny, look how fragile you are, you could barely stand with me being upset, how could you be in an army full of powerful alphas?”

“I’m stronger than you think,” I snap back, taking the others by surprise. “This has be been a hard couple of days for me, this is all so new for me. I’m used to attacking people before they have the chance to use their dominance on me, so I hope you’ll understand unless you would prefer me to use my old tactics.”

“You would attack people?” Chen croaks.

My heart actually hurts when I see the concern and guilt on his face but I have to continue on with my poker face, “I did what I had to do.”

I lock eyes with Minseok who’s cat like ones are narrowed on me, “There is a cost to join, isn’t there?”

I stiffen, “A cost?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide, “Your parents.”

“The cost to join is killing your parents with your own two hands,” Jin surprises the room by chiming in. He stands in the doorway, ignoring the death glares he is getting from my mates and casually munches on an apple.

“What are you doing up here?” Kris snarls.

“I was ease dropping, when I heard about the cost I figured Insoo might need a little extra support,” Jin explains with a glare of his own.

“We are here for her,” Yixing interjects.

Jin cocks a brow at him, “Are you sure? You may want to ask some of your other pack members before you start yelling about that.” I look out amongst my mates and feel a ping in my chest. They look so cold. I take a step away from Kris and wrap around myself, trying to hold myself together.

“You didn’t do it did you?” Chen suddenly questions me.

Before I have a chance to answer Chanyeol sneers back, “Of course she didn’t!”

I chuckle humorlessly, “What makes you so sure? Because I’m an omega? Because I’m a girl?”

“Because our mate could never do something that cruel,” He snaps back. A burning feeling spreads through my chest, I’m struggling to breath once again. But this isn’t his dominance taking over me, it’s rejection.

I glare at him back at him, boiling with anger I seethe back, “Well than I guess I’m not your mate because I did kill my own parents. Sorry if that destroys the perfect little image you had of your mate in your head but I did what I had to do to survive.”

“But they forced you right?” Sehun hopes before looking over at Jin, “He forced you to do it! You had no choice.” I look over at the older with apologetic eyes, he’s always being troubled because of me. I guess this wasn’t discussed yesterday from not just Sehun’s reaction but the other four as well.

Jin doesn’t argue, he doesn’t have to, we’ve had this conversation a million times so I give the same answer I always tell myself and anyone else who asks, “I had a choice.”

“No you didn’t,” Jongin agrees, the others nod along with him.

I shake my head, “There is always a choice. Jin hyung gave me two just like he gave everyone else, just like I did with everyone after I was recruited.”

That seems like too much for Jongin to understand, “How could you do something like that to your own parents? How could you make children do the same?”

“Would you rather her be dead?” Jin questions with his eyebrows raised. “Because that is what her other option consisted of if case you were wondering.”

“How could make her do something like that? Why didn’t you help her?” Baekhyun explodes.

“I’ve done more for that child than any of you will ever know. I watched her struggle for years, offered her my shoulder to cry on and my arms to sleep in. I protected her from a world that would have eaten her up and spit her out so don’t you ever tell me I didn’t help her. She had to make the same decision as me and the rest of our pack, your own life or theirs. She did what she needed to do to survive in this world, so get your asses off your high horses and ask yourself, where were you when she needed you? What were you doing, huh? Last time I checked you were more infamous than us. Your life wasn’t on the line when you made that choice to bathe in the same blood as us so don’t you dare judge us. Just answer my question: would you rather have her dead than have her as the warrior she is? But make sure to answer wisely, say the wrong thing and we can be gone.”

The whole room is brought to their feet when Kris suddenly has Jin by the throat, slammed hard up against the wall. “You will not be taking my mate anywhere!” The giant roars as he looms over the shorter. I stare dumbstruck, I’ve never felt someone this mad before. As scared as I feel right now though, I find it strongly comforting that he is this mad about me, all my mates are right now actually.

Jin is surprisingly able to push the other away, rage burning in his eyes, “I will not be leaving my Insoo anywhere she doesn’t feel wanted so the rest of your pack needs to buck the fuck up and take responsibility for making her feel like they would rather have her dead than how she is now!”

Jin’s words just hang in the air, my heart is out there with them waiting to be completely torn apart by whatever harsh words come out of their mouths. I wait for more denial and blame, I wait for their eyes to leave the wood floor and come back to meet mine with nothing but a heartbreaking chill. Instead I meet cat like ones that have sweet warmth to them, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m sorry for hurting you, for looking at you so coldly, for not welcoming you in my arms for better or worse.” Minseok comes around the coffee table to stand only a few feet from me. “Can we try again?”

I nod and take a step closer to the older, “I would really like that.”

“Is it alright if I hug you?”

Again I nod.

“Thank god, I’ve been wanting to do this since I got home,” He sighs in relief before pulling me into his arms and burring his face in my neck. The tension seems to fade away allowing me to let out my own sigh of relief.

“Good,” Jin claps his hands together, “now that all this stuff is out of the way I have a cranky pup who would like to see his favorite hyung.”

I snuggle deeper into Minseok’s embrace and inhale his scent, “Give me a minute.”

“I want to hug her!” Chanyeol whines as he comes forward as well. I sigh but release the eldest hyung before allowing the younger to lift me up to his height to inhale his sweet scent. Cake, the man literally smells like cake and it is driving me insane by reminding me of the emptiness of my stomach.

“Are we each doing a round or am I excused?” I wonder when the giant sets me down.

“I would like to have a turn if that’s okay little wolf,” Luhan’s voice is soft and sweet.

“Me too!” Chen appears behind him with a Cheshire grin.

“Form a line, form a line,” I order as the others from earlier also join in for a hug. They each take their time holding me close, I enjoy each new embrace, my mind already forgetting the fighting from only a moment ago. When everyone has had their turn, I look to Kris for an okay to go see my pack. “May I be excused?”

Jin chuckles as he comes to stand next to me, “So polite now, aren’t we?”

“You have twenty minutes but than you need to take a bath, you are still a little cold,” Kris places his large warm hands on my cheeks in a quick attempt to get rid of their chill. He lets me go with a deep sigh before waving us away.

“Did you actually take a bath by yourself yesterday?” Jin wonders as we turn to leave the room, “That’s a first.”

I nod, “It was really weird so I asked Yixing hyung to come in so he laid on the floor.”

Jin chuckles, we reach the stairs, “Poor man. It’s a shame now though, Jungkook has to bathe with Jimin and Tae now that his usual partner is gone, he is very upset about it.”

“Who the hell is Jungkook?” Chanyeol roars from behind us, “And why the hell is he taking a bath with you?” Jin and I rush down the stairs to find our pack lounging around the massive basement, Tao is sitting in a chair close to the stairs on his phone. He looks up upon our arrival and quickly jumps to his feet.

“Insoo-ya!” He greets with a big smile and a tight hug. I return the hug with a quick glance over my shoulder when I hear a crowd following us.

“Hyung!” The three youngest greet me happily. I thank Tao and even give him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing to my pack to give them each a hug before the moment is ruined. I hug the older boys first since they are the more dominate of the group knowing my mates would hate it a fraction less if I was hugging the pups.

“My pup!” I coo when I finally reach Jungkook at the same time my mates reach the bottom of the stairs. Growls erupt from where they stand but I don’t release Jungkook. Looking over my shoulder I give them a forced smile, “This is my pack.”

“Well it is nice to meet you,” Namjoon greets a bit awkwardly.

“You are the head alpha?” Minseok questions.

Namjoon can’t hide the bit of offense he takes from the question but quickly recovers and straightens his shoulders, “I am.”

Minseok nods as he scans Namjoon head to toe before looking over at Jin who is hovering around Jungkook and I, “I figured from the way this man was acting he would be in charge.”

“I thought the same thing when I saw you,” Jin snaps back, “but I guess we think the same thing, why bother with being in charge when it’s only more work? I had my work cut out for me with my pup and my grand pup.”

“True,” Namjoon ads on with a chuckle, trying to make the conversation more light, “He had his hands full with making sure these two didn’t get into any trouble.”

“What kind of trouble could she get into?” Baekhyun wonders.

I chuckle as I release my pup and awkwardly rub the back of my neck, “More than you could ever guess.”

“Insoo-ya,” Sehun waves me over, I give my pack a small smile before obeying. Sehun pulls me close the moment I’m in his reaching distance and wraps his arms around my shoulder, keeping me at his side. “I’d prefer it if you stayed by us.”

I cock my head in confusion looking to a smirking Jin for an explanation that he happily gives, “He’s jealous Soo-ya.”

“Can you really blame us though?” Jongin comes to stand on my other side, “We’ve barely been able to spend time with her then the hyungs came back and now you are all here taking all of her love and affection and attention.”

“You can’t just expect her to be able to focus on you and only you with twelve mates. Also,” Yoongi clicks his tongue, “it has only been a day since she met you, you didn’t honestly expect her to just throw herself in your arms the moment you meet.”

“That is how is works!” Sehun corrects with a stomp of his foot like a spoiled child, “She is supposed to feel the same automatic connection that we all feel where we can’t imagine living without each other.”

“How do you know she doesn’t feel it?” Jungkook mumbles taking all of us off guard, the pup usually never enters a conversations when other alphas are involved, especially ones so old and powerful. But at the same time my pack and I understand his sudden out burst, when it comes to me Jungkook can be a wild card.

I lock eyes with the younger and warn him softly, “Be careful with your words pup, I don’t want to start another fight.”

“But Hyung they seem so ungrateful for all the things you are doing,” he protests.

“Ungrateful?” Kris snarls, taking a step forward hands clenching tightly at his sides, making the younger step back.

I pull away from Sehun to stand in between them, “Don’t you even think about raising a hand to my pup.”

Kris’s frustration with not only my pack but me as well show in his eyes, “How can you stand there and let them say that we are ungrateful to you?”

“Because you all stand there glaring at us like we’ve done something wrong!” Jungkook snarls at them. “All we have done is loved her while you were all too preoccupied running around the forest slaughtering people for fun. We are her family, who you are keeping from her, because your desire to keep her to yourself seems to be more important than what she wants.”

I turn around to face the younger with a poor attempt at a stern face to scold the boy but when I see his eyes are red from holding in tears I can’t hold my self back from hugging him. “Kookie,” I coo holding the boy closer, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, “What in the world has gotten into you?”

“I’m so sorry Hyung,” He cries softly, “I just…I’m sorry…but you were my hyung first and now they can come and just take you away, how is that fair? I know they are your mates but they won’t appreciate you as much as I do.”

I shush him, “Everything is going to be okay, please calm down.”

“It’s not going to be okay! They are going to make us leave as soon as they can so they can have you all to themselves. I don’t want to leave you behind, I can’t imagine my life without you!”

“Kookie, look at me,” I command take the boy by his puffy cheeks. He stares at me with a cute pout, “I’m only going to tell you this once, okay?”

He nods.

“I love you, you know I will always love all of you. You are my pup and I am your mama wolf, okay? Just because I have my mates doesn’t mean I love you guys any less. You are not getting out of my life even if you wanted to, we are family which means we are always connected. Now stop crying okay?”

He gives me a small smile, “Yes, Hyung.”

“Good,” I kiss he forehead before pulling away and flicking him in the same stop on his head.

“Ah,” He whines, “Hyung that hurt. What was that for?”

“That is for talking back to my mates. I don’t ever want you to talk back to a powerful alpha again, we won’t always be able to protect you from getting your ass beat. I know they are being possessive and a little crazy but this is a lot for them to handle. As I remember you didn’t have the calmest reaction when you found out I was a girl so give them a break. I have a lot more baggage than most omegas, it not like I had one or two problems in my life that they have to deal with. I’m a bucket of crazy with a lot of blood on my hands so give them more than an hour to fully understand that, okay?”

“Yes, Hyung.”

“Good boy.”

Breaking... Ch.8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: This chapter ended up being super heavy so I’m sorry if it ends on a weird note ;-; I’m hitting the stage in the story were side characters become more important and that’s going to take some adjustment so I’m sorry about that in advance. Still, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Wordcount: 3382

Warnings: Blood, guns, cursing, anger, feelings in general, pyromania

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Breaking Hearts

The charge against me is a connection with one James Reynolds, for purposes of improper speculation. My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife, for a considerable time with his knowing consent. All my crimes are with her, yet some have looked into my own house. Titania had no part in this, in fact I’ve considered myself as her father. The baseless accusations are nothing more than that, baseless accusations. Reynold’s however cornered me and so he extorted me for a sorted fee. I paid him quarterly, I may have ruined my prospects but as shown in Mr. Callander’s article my papers are orderly. Yes, I have reason for shame but I have not committed treason and sullied my good name. The shame I experience is great and I have no one to blame but myself. My sins are not gone without punishment; I do not believe that punishment is undeserved…

Alex, what have you done?! You were supposed to write the Reynold’s Pamphlet not this! The more you read the more terrified you became. You tried to check off everything that was different between this pamphlet and the old one from memory, this proved to be rather difficult. The letters are mentioned but they weren’t published, Eliza is mentioned very few times, the whole thing is just vaguer than it should be! You suddenly remember the words you said to Alex.

“Do not, under any circumstances, give them anymore access to those letters, it will not end well.”

“What?” Angie questioned but you didn’t listen. Eliza…Eliza!

“Has your mother seen this yet?” You asked frantically, Angie’s eyes grew and before you could react the papers were pulled out of your hands and Angie was running out of the room. God damn it Angelica! You got up and tried to chase after her but you felt heavy, your head shooting with pain. You stumbled through the halls, unable to catch up. Fuck! Your shoulder hit the wall, the hallways were twisting, you tried to blink the illusion away but to no avail. You ran into something or more accurately someone. You looked up to see Philip, his eyes filled with worry.

“Star? Y/N! Are you alright?”

“I need to-“ His appearance changed, his beautiful eyes blinked away to fear-filled ones. Tears running down his face, there was small droplets of blood trying to blend in with his freckles. You looked down and saw blood all over his shirt, all over his arms, his hand holding a pistol. A scream escaped your lips, you couldn’t even try to hold it in. You turned, not wanting to see what was in front of you, you looked back at the study, planning to run back to it. The door was closed but blood and smoke were rolling out from under it. Looking back at Philip you saw ashes flying past him, they were coming from Eliza’s room.

“I held my head up high…” Philip said through stiff lips. You heard Alex’s voice behind you but he was nowhere to be found.

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.” Then it was Eliza’s voice.

“I hope that you burn!” You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but you heard Angie scream.

“Let go of me! I’m Angelica Hamilton, you can’t so this! Where’s my brother? Philip! Philly, come back! Please!” Their voices stared to mix together.

“I’m sorry for forgetting what you taught me…”

“Is this where it gets me?”  

“I’m watching it burn!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Shut up! Shut up damn it! Get out of my head! I did this! Please stop!” You screamed at the voices, you felt something wet on the side your face. You were frantic, your mind running a mile a minute. What do I do?! Make it stop! You clutched your head, the pain unbelievable. You shut your eyes as tight as possible, you were too worked up to notice the sound fading away. You felt something shaking your shoulders, you opened your eyes, everything was fuzzy. Looking up, your eyes adjusting, you saw Philip in front of you. You could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear him. It took a moment for his voice to wash over you.

“-ar! My star! Wake up! Please! Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You were hyperventilating and shaking like it was the end of the world.

“I…Phil…ip… S-sorry…” You tried to pull yourself together but your body was shaking uncontrollably. Philip wrapped his arms around you his grip around you gave you the impression that he was scared.

“Thank the Heavens! You’re back! Please don’t do that again! Or at least tell me what to do in case it happens again, ok? You didn’t look like you were here for a second, you just started screaming and crying and I wanted to help but I didn’t know what to do! I’m so sorry!” He rambled. You shook your head into his chest.

“N-no, d-don’t be sorry… Just let me stay like this for a moment…” You focused on Philip’s heartbeat, you already felt more relaxed.

“Of course, whatever you need…” He rested one hand on the back of your head and smoothed down your hair, you wanted to cry. You wanted to tell him what you saw, what you were scared of, why you felt so weak. I’m not weak… I can handle this. I can handle whatever THAT was. I can handle it… You took a deep breath and pulled away slightly, you looked up at Philip brought both of his hands your face. His palms felt warm against your cheeks, his thumbs rubbed the tears off your skin. Was I crying?

“What happened?” He asked simply. What do I say? Think Y/N think!

“The pamphlet…have you seen it?” You questioned, Philip nodded.

“I was the one who brought it in. I was in town and came back as soon as I read it. Angie took it from me and ran away.” She’s got a habit of doing that doesn’t she?

“Alexander!” You heard a voice yell, both you and Philip turned to where the sound came from. You saw Eliza, still in her nightgown and robe, stomping out of her room with Angie trailing close behind. She’s fuming! Eliza pushed past the both of you and busted into the study, you ran in behind her. She was already at Alexander’s desk, rifling through the drawers and grabbing stacks of paper. What is she doing? She looked up to see you and Philip staring at her confused expressions.

“Angelica, Philip, go get Rachel this instant!” I’ve never heard her yell at her kids before… They looked at each other and left the room hurriedly.

“Eliza, what’s going on?” You heard Alexander stir in his sleep.

“Grab a stack and pull that chair!” You had no time to think, you did what she said, picking up one stack and using your free hand to pull the chair by the door behind you. Eliza came rushing out of the room, her arms filled with paper. She shoved the stacks into your arms, took the chair from you, slammed the door shut and propped the chair under the doorknob.

“Eliza! What are you doing?” You asked frantically. Did she just lock Alex inside his study?! Rachel came running toward the both of you, completely out of breath. I’ve never someone run so fast in my entire life…

“Lady Eliza! What’s wrong! Has something happened?”

“Yes, something awful has happened. Gather as much firewood as you can carry and bring it to the front yard.” Firewood?! Rachel looked puzzled but she nodded and left nonetheless. “Follow me Y/N.” Eliza grabbed her stacks from you and walked away. Sorry Alex… You followed Eliza into the main room and out the front door. Rachel appeared from the side of the house as you both descended the stairs. Rachel dropped her armful of logs onto the dirt path. “Rachel, please use the wood to start a fire. Where you have them right now is alright.” Rachel ran back into the house.

“Eliza, what are we doing?” You asked once more.

“The world has no right to my heart and certainly not a place in my bed. They do not deserve to know what I said! I’ll burn it all! I’ll burn what pulled him away from me! These pages, these writings, if I do not deserve his time then he does not deserve what he worked for!” Eliza was in tears but they were filled with anger instead of sadness. Rachel ran out of the house and swiftly began to prepare the fire, it wasn’t long before flames began to rise. Eliza quickly started throwing papers into the fire, making it grow as it ate the fuel. “The memories, the letters, anything that might redeem you! I’m burning it all!” You set your stacks on the ground and backed away. It had to be done…

“Mama! What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Philip was rushing down the stairs but Rachel stepped in front of him before he could get to Eliza.

“Please Philip, I must ask you to not try and prevent your mother from doing this.” Philip looked over at you, his eyes felt heavy.

“Star, please, you can’t let her do this!” Alex worked his whole life into these pages but it has to happen. I wish I could tell him that I know it will help and give some reassurance. You looked away.

“Philly… I can’t do that…”

“Why not?” He made turned and walked towards you.

“Look, I know this seems bad bu-“

“Looks bad? It is bad!” He stood in front of you.

“I know, I know. Just trust me on this ok? I think this will go along a lot better than you think.”

“What makes you so sure?” He asked.

“Call it… intuition. I have a pretty good sense for these things.” I mean, I’m not really lying when I say that! He sighed, shaking his head. A look of realization swept over him.

“Where’s father?” Shit.

“Um, uh, in the study?” This isn’t going to be good… Philip turned on his heel and ran back inside, Eliza picked up the pace with throwing the writings into the growing pyre. It wasn’t long before you saw Alex running out the door towards the fire and Philip trailing close behind. When Alex saw what Eliza was holding in her hands he became stiff. A mixture of perplexity and shock in his eyes.

“Betsy…what are you doing?” His voice was soft. Eliza threw the last stack into fire and stomped toward Alex.

“I’m watching it burn! The thing that you chose over my love and your family! That harlot’s letters? Gone! Your work? Gone! I am sick and tired of being your last concern! These ashes are your legacy now!” Alex looked like he was about to say something but Eliza cut him off before he could. “I hope that you burn!” She ran away into the house, Rachel following close behind her. Alex fell to his knees, his stare blank.

“Pops? Pops! Can you hear me?” Philip called out and dropped down at his side.

“Philip, go to your mother. She needs her son’s support right now. I can handle Alex.” I don’t like sounding this bossy but there isn’t really another option right now!


“I’ve got this Philly, please just go and check on Eliza.” He heaved a frustrated sigh and darted back inside. You pulled Alex up and away from the fire and sat him down on the steps.

“First it was my mother…my cousin…then it was my best friend… now my life’s work and my one true love…gone.” He was practically speechless. He’s never lost for words…

“I know. I know Alex. But… I’m going to help you.” He looked at you, completely dumbfounded.

“No, I deserve this… Besides, there isn’t anything that you can do.” Bet! He does not know who he’s talking to!

“Watch me.” You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside, the fire beginning to die down. I’ll put it out once I deal with this. You led him down the hall to Eliza’s room, the door was wide open, Angie, Philip and Rachel were all crowded around her on the bed. “Alright everyone, get out. I have something to say to these two.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Rachel was the first one to speak up.

“Very well. Philip, Angelica, you will help me prepare the morning tea.” Angie and Philip didn’t say a word, they just followed her out of the room. The know better than to question Rachel I guess. You pushed Alex into the room and shut the door behind him, leaving you out in the hallway. Two can play this game Eliza! You grabbed the chair that sat across from the door. Why do we even have this here? You propped it under the doorknob so that the door could only be opened by yourself. The knob jiggled furiously and some loud knocks reverberated against the door.

“Y/N Taylor you open this door this instant young lady!” Alex called from inside.

“Not until you both sit down and speak to each other like adults! No more ignoring, no more drinking, no more arson! This is not healthy for you guys!” You shot back.

“And locking us in a room together is?” Eliza questioned.

“No! But I know it’s the only way you’ll be able to look at each other for more than ten seconds! The sooner you start talking, the sooner I open the door!”

“This is very improper for a lady Y/N!” exclaimed Eliza.

“Yeah well since when have I ever cared about that?” You sat down across from the door, on the floor where the chair used to be. Leaning your head against the wall you shut your eyes. Finally, a little bit of quiet time. This has been an oddly eventful morning… Not even bringing up this whole Eliza and Alex situation it was still pretty crazy. Did I really fuck with history so much that I changed the pamphlet that Alex is most known for? Titania’s Pamphlet, I mean shit, it’s about me of all people. The whole thing was centered around the rumor Magenta Fucker started. He talked about Maria yeah, but it was different. Honestly Eliza in my timeline was a lot more dangerous than this one’s. She was so pissed that she burnt them inside her house, she didn’t think about safety. This version changed course a bit, that’s why I’m hoping they can talk this out. It took them years to recover in the original timeline but maybe with a little shove it can happen a bit faster? And what was up with that weird vision? The only time I get anything similar to that is when I’m asleep and I’ve never actually seen anything from them before. Why was this time different? I mean for fuck’s sake, is an explanation really too much to ask for universe?! I keep putting that off when I know I shouldn’t, but what else can I do? The closest thing I have to scientist around here is an eleven-year-old dare devil! I just hope everything works out… You heard small footsteps coming towards you, cracking an eye open you recognized the small boy with a neck cloth over his mouth. “Hi there Johnny, is everything okay?” He shook his head.

“Are Mama and Papa…going to be alright?” He asked shyly as he took a seat on your lap and rested his head against your shoulder. You gave his back a soft pat.

“Yeah, they’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about that, okay sweetie?” He nodded and a few moments of comforting silence befell you. That didn’t last long though.

“Don’t get mad but… Alexander and James… are playing with fire outside.” WHAT?! You jumped up, holding Johnny in your arms. DO THEY HAVE A DEATH WISH OR SOMETHING?! You ran outside while carrying the small boy, AJ was poking the fire with a stick while Jamie stood a few feet behind him with his arms crossed.

“Come on Alexander! Seriously, we’re going to get in trouble!” Jamie said nervously.

“Oh trust me, you guys are definitely in trouble! Alexander Jr, put that stick down right now!”

“But do you not ever wonder what amount of heat it takes for things to burn? Like this paper!” He groaned.

“Four hundred and fifty-one degrees Fahrenheit, now put that stick down and get me a bucket filled with water to put out this bonfire!” You put Johnny back down on the ground, a safe distance away from the still burning wood. “Stay here, alright? I don’t want you to get burned.” He blinked at you, his way of silently agreeing. AJ ran past you and into the house. What am I going to do with that adorable little pyromaniac? Jamie skipped next to you.

“Am I in trouble too?” He asked.

“Yes, you are. I’m proud of you for trying to tell him to stop but you should’ve gotten me in the first place. You will only not get dessert tonight; AJ is now up to a month of no sweets…” I don’t want to break his spirits when it comes to his experiments, I just don’t want him to get third-degree burns! AJ soon came, stumbling a bit on the steps, he handed you a bucket filled with water. You went over to the fire and slowly poured it over top, thoroughly dousing it. “Alright boys, get back inside and study. AJ, no more experiments for the rest of the day. You can start fresh tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am.” AJ sighed, all three of them going back inside and up the stairs to their room. I guess I should check back in on Alex and Eliza… As you made your way back down the halls you caught sight of Philip pressing his ear against the door. You taped him on the shoulder and whispered.

“Are they talking?”

“Yes, I cannot tell what they are saying but at least they aren’t screaming at each other.” He whispered back. You grabbed the chair and quietly moved it away from the door. “What are you doing?”

“Just an idea I had. Come on, let me try that tea you and Angie made.” Honestly I could really use something to calm me down.

             A few hours later all of you were sitting in the dining room, eating lunch. They’re been talking for a while, should I tell them they can leave now?

“What are you thinking about over there?” Philip was sitting by your side.

“Just how terrible that tea was, you really need to work on your brewing skills Sunshine.” You teased.

“I cannot believe you would say that to me! I am hurt, truly am. How will I ever forgive you?” He shot back with fake hurt.

“It was but a jest. Looks like the sun’s got some clouds in its way today!” You heard the door to the dining room open and focused your gaze on it. Eliza and Alex came through, they looked calmer than before, everyone wat the table was silent.

“Good day everyone, your mother and I have an announcement.” What now?! “Since this time has been rather stressful on all of us, we have decided that a trip is in order.”

“A trip?” Jamie asked. Eliza nodded, a faint smile on her face.

“Yes, a winter get away. We still have several months until then but we plan to go upstate to help relax. Perhaps we could also convince a few close compatriots to come along.” I’m glad she seems happy.

“When will we be leaving?” Angie asked.

“End of November and we plan to stay until the end of February.” Alex explained. Wow, long vacation.

“We must start preparing soon!” AJ exclaimed. You and Philip both seemed uneasy with the situation. You were both glad that things were looking up but now everything was new territory. You looked over at Rachel and she understood what you were trying to ask.

What does this mean for us?

Continuous Masa’s Sequel Interview from official Tenka @koi_game_koiran Twitter!

Note: I’m sorry for any wrong and off translation since I’m a learner, please correct me for any mistakes *bow*

Shigezane: In celebration of Masamune’s sequel distribution/delivery, an interview about Masamune would be conducted by me for everyone.
Ibano: Again, you neglect your own castle and then, doing something like that…
Shigezane: Ji too, participate in this.

Ibano: Me? Well then…Masamune-sama growing up to be a man full of wisdom and wise even from the time he’s very young.
Shigezane: Somewhat he does not possess a lovable nature/cuteness/charm though.

Ibano: Too eager/earnest in his lesson, I think my body also becomes tense in teaching him. 
Shigezane: Ah- Surely.
Ibano: Compared to him, Waka (young master) is…
Shigezane: Yeah, yeah…how about me?

Ibano: He cannot be calm and settle down no matter how much time passes…
Shigezane: Ji, I’m good. Let’s talk more about Masamune…
Ibano: Ah! That’s right. Therefore, Waka, like Masamune-sama…
Shigezane: Daaa! I understand already!

Shigezane: Why is it every time Ji talks about me, it turns into preaching?
Ibano: Waka, I hear you.
Shigezane: Geh! It’s nothing…! Let’s go towards the next interview!

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anonymous asked:

Yuuri K. And Chris Reacting to his s/o having an asthma attack??? The weather outside is frightful and bad for me *tap dances*

Shit fam, I’m sorry you have to deal with that ;-; please be safe this winter season, okay? I know where I live, the bitter cold temperatures are staying lower every day now. Soon it’ll get warmer, though. Anyway, please enjoy! Thank you for the request :3

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • This boy is very careful when it comes to your asthma and making sure you’re safe when it’s cold, so it really takes him off guard when the incident occurs
  • You’re holding hands with Yuri while walking down to Hasetsu’s Ice Castle, and you being to feel a tightness in your chest along with shortness of breath
  • You find yourself struggling to get enough air into your lungs, and it’s almost as if you’re choking
  • Yuri notices your deeper breathing and senses your struggle, and he forces you to stop walking
  • “(Y/N)? What’s the matter? You gonna be okay?”
  • “I ca-can’t br-breathe,Yuri do i look fucking okay omfg
  • You clutch your chest and bend forward, coughing harshly in an effort to get air moving in your lungs; unfortunately, it just feels like you’re suffocating
  • Yuri begins to panic, rubbing your back and begging you to breathe and to calm down, but it’s already too late
  • “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck me in the ass what do i fucking do (Y/N)?!??!”
  • The cold oxygen burns in your throat and lungs as you continue to fight against the tightness that squeezes your entire upper body
  • “Do you have an inhaler, (Y/N)?! An emergency one, yeah? please tell me you have a fucking inhaler jesus christ i don’t want you to die
  • You nod and start digging in your pockets with shaking hands, feeling around for the inhaler that you find yourself needing during this time of year
  • Yuri finds it for you and yanks it out of your coat before practically forcing you to the ground to sit on the sidewalk
  • He helps you open the cap and eases the device into your hands, figuring that you know how to use it better than he does
  • his heart breaks as he watches you take strained breaths of the medicine within the inhaler, noticing how blue and tired your face has become from the lack of oxygen like omg he so sad but all he can do is rub your back while you gain your breath back ;-;
  • Soon you’re able to breathe somewhat normally again, but you’re still physically exhausted and struggling just a bit
  • Yuri takes out his phone and calls an ambulance, wanting to get you medical help and to get you out of the cold as soon as possible
  • He stay say your side the entire time, holding your hand and rubbing your back while you receive treatment and get your breathing back to normal
  • From then on, he carries a spare inhaler with him at all times just in case a need for one arises
  • You definitely gave him a scare, but he is now more prepared for the future and will be there to keep you safe

[Christophe Giacometti]

  • Being from somewhere as cold as Switzerland, the cold doesn’t really bother Chris that much, making it hard for him to understand your limits when it comes to your asthma
  • He is usually very understanding when you prefer to stay in and avoid the bitter cold outside, so he’s not used to you having asthma attacks
  • so when this incident occurs, he is not very prepared for what happens lmao but he’s crying his best
  • You’re spending the day at an ice rink together, just skating for fun and taking some time to be together during a short break in Chris’s figure skating season
  • During the walk to the ice rink, you felt a bit of pain in your ribcage at the invasion of freezing cold air inside of your lungs
  • You tried coughing a bit to see if that would help any, but that only set the pain in more; you decided to tough it out, though, figuring that things would feel better once you got to the ice rink
  • i think you’ve figured it out already but you’re not gonna feel any better lmao sorry babe
  • Chris notices how you slightly hunch over while you skate, and he starts to worry when you unconsciously clutch your chest every few moments
  • You progressively start to slow down while you skate and grab on to the rink’s barrier way more often than usual
  • There’s burning in your lungs and breathing is becoming a struggle; the cold air and added physical activity does not help your situation in the slightest
  • Chris skates over to you while you’re taking a break and asks if you’re okay, but when you open your mouth to answer, a fit of harsh coughing racks your body and forces you forward
  • Your boyfriend catches you, but he’s still quite stunned as to what’s happening; he can feel you shake and hear the wheezing as you struggle to get air into your lungs
  • “My—my asthma, Chris. I need my in-inhaler. Please.”
  • You’re dragged off of the ice as Chris locates the inhaler stowed away in our jacket pocket and helps you administer the medicine, holding you close as you regain your breath somewhat
  • you’re calming down and chris realizes how stunned he really was bc his heart is beating so fast and he’s like ‘holy shit you fuckin scared me holy fuck’
  • Chris scoops you up into his arms, and he holds you close so your face is buried in the crook of his neck and your body is held firmly against his broad chest
  • “There’s a hospital not too far from here, (Y/N). Do you think you can breathe on your own for long enough to get there, my love? I want you to see a doctor.”
  • You nod into his shoulder, giving his neck an appreciative nuzzle before he begins carrying you outside; he grabs your jacket and covers you with it so the bitter cold doesn’t bother you any more than it already has
  • He holds you almost the entire time at the doctor, only letting go when the doctor asks you to lay down to check your lungs
  • For weeks afterwards, he keeps a close eye on you and does plenty of research on asthma and its effects so he can do a better job of protecting you from now on

The problem with falling in love is that one tends to fall harder than the other. You don’t all in for fun, your feelings are real. She says I just want you to be there. You don’t have to be sober, just be responsive. You don’t have to be smooth, just give me something that’s more than abstract. I need something to hold just in case if feelings fade. I need something concrete, tell me that you want the same thing. Tell me that you want to feel my thoughts bleed next to yours. Tell me that my heart and soul isn’t another string for you to pull. Tell me about everything that’s important. The things that matter. What I have inside and not just how you have seen me. Not my skin. Not the crying. Something fucking real. Tell me about the rawness of my voice when I say I love you. She says enough to build oceans that will drown them both. When you’ve been hurt before… those old scars are just warnings.

Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 20

Robin breaks into Storybrooke’s library to prove a point to Regina, and inadvertently helps her to realize a possible way to break the curse; meanwhile, Regina hears back from Emma about possibly meeting Henry.

For the anon who requested the quote, “It was worth a shot” for Regal Believer; and for the lovely @trina-deckers who requested “OQ and Reading” from my prompt list. I hope it’s okay that I used the prompt for this verse!

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

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1. BTS Reaction To You Crying.

HI my names Ellie and this is my first reaction so please tell me if you like them or not (if you do please request some reactions) also sorry for any mistakes, I am willing to do other groups so please specify which group you would like when wanting a reaction as well just in case.


The minute he came home and noticed you curled up crying, his heart would immediately sink seeing you look at him with a tear stained face. He would rush over to your side and pull you into his chest and whisper soothing words into your ear, he would allow you to cry for however long you needed and not push you to ask what happened as he knows it may upset you even more. The minute he notices you starting to feel better he would make sure to talk about other things to take your mind off of what happened but still would give you time to tell him when you felt like it.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Suga/ Yoongi: Yoongi would notice you crying and not surprisingly be a bit awkward about it, not that he didn’t want to do everything in his power to make you feel better it’s just that he wouldn’t know what approach to take. Yoongi would let you cry into his chest all while he rubs your back but expect some sarcastic comment to try and make you smile. He wouldn’t press into the subject of what happened as he wouldn’t want to make you feel worse because he’s already worrying if he’s doing something wrong so adding to that would probably be too much for him.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Rap Monster/ Namjoon: Namjoon would instantly feel his heart hurt when seeing you cry. I have no doubt he’ll comfort you by giving you the longest hug ever but I feel he would make you tell him what happened so he could give you some of his deep advice that would end up helping you. He would talk through your problems with you and make sure he did everything to make you feel better.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

J-hope/ Hoseok: This little bundle of sunshine would have his heart break when you cry and would do everything in his power to make sure you were happy. He would ask you (after he’s finished cuddling you like the baby that he is) what you would want whether it be a hug, food or even just his company he would comply to your every ask to make sure he saw you smile again.

Originally posted by yahjiminie

Jimin: Oh this lil fluff ball. Trust me when i say you’re going to get so many cuddles, this little baby is going to hold you in his arms all night long, even if you do tell him what’s wrong it wouldn’t surprise me to have him cry as well. He would always promise to find a solution to all your problems even if that does cause some backlash he would want nothing more that his precious baby to be happy and smiling again.

Originally posted by bwipsul

V/ Taehyung: Taehyung would definitely be the most supportive boyfriend ever, my god this boy would tell jokes (even if they are terrible and would come from Jin) He would talk about everything and anything just to take your mind off what ever was bothering you. If you needed anything Taehyung would immediately be at your side getting you whatever you needed because boy not having you smiling would cause this boy to go into a frenzy. Even if the situation is something he doesn’t know how to deal with he would secretly text his hyungs just to ask for advice to get you smiling again.

Originally posted by kittysippycup

Jungkook: The poor baby would be beside himself. Jungkook would want to hug you and comfort you but he would be so scared to make things worse that he would panic the most, only because his favourite girl in the world is crying and he’s so scared to make things worse that he probably wouldn’t be able to talk, this is the point where he calls the hyungs just to ask for advice as he only wants to make you happy.

Originally posted by grape-joon

ultimafangirl  asked:

Um, could I request the NDRV3 guys reacting when their S/O almost/nearly collapses? (Like, personally if I'm about to black out I'll either very slowly sit down (which helps) or I'll grab onto a wall or table and try to hold myself up (which usually never works and I just end up hitting something on the way down.) But other people may have different reactions to that. I was just trying to give examples of what I mean. And I'm sorry I'm probably being rude or something...)

You’re not being rude at all! In fact, I wouldn’t have been sure what you meant by that if you didn’t explain, so thank you!

This isn’t really a topic I’m familiar with, but I’ll do my best! Here you go!

Shuichi Saihara

  • Will panic slightly but he knows he needs to do something first and foremost
  • Will try to help you steady up, but he also feels a bit awkward cause he doesn’t really know where to hold you
  • Dammit, Saihara, now’s not the time to be blushing!
  • Will try to help you the best he can, but will ask someone more experienced about it afterwards, because he wants to be prepared in case something like this happens again
  • Once your okay he will awkwardly hug you and playfully scold you for scaring him
  • Might cry a little

Rantaro Amami

  • Oh
  • Oh shit
  • Will make you lean on him and start asking what’s going on
  • If you don’t respond he will start freaking out
  • Will take you in his arms and rub your back
  • “It’s all gonna be good, s/o. Just hang in there a little longer.”
  • Will sit you down somewhere calm and quiet
  • Then he will bring you some water and maybe some pills if he feels like you need them
  • Will insist on you going to the doctor, because he will not risk losing you
  • Will hug you a lot afterwards and scold you for not telling him you get like that sooner

Kaito Momota

  • “Hang in there, s/o! What’s wrong?!”
  • Well you’ve already seen him cough up blood, so this kind of thing isn’t really that much of a big deal
  • But he’s still very worried about you
  • “Do you need me to carry you, s/o?”
  • “C’mon, stay with me, s/o.”
  • He will sit you down and try to snap you out of it somehow, rubbing your shoulder, holding you hand, touching your face, something to keep you in touch with reality
  • Once you calm down, he will bring you some water and make you drink it, whether you like it or not
  • Will cuddle with you afterwards
  • “Geez, s/o. Don’t scare me like that!”
  • After the first time he is calmer when it happens, but he definitely doesn’t like it
  • Well at least he gets to cuddle you


  • “Hmm? What’s going on s/o?”
  • He is very confused
  • “I-Is this what happens when a human system crashes?”
  • “W-Wait hold on, I’ll quickly do some research, you will be alright, s/o!”
  • Somebody will probably have to come and help you instead, while Kiibo keeps asking what just happened
  • He does careful research and is more prepared the next time it happens
  • Will make especially good research to be sure how to deal specifically with your black out at top performance
  • You are even now, cause you have to help him too if his system suddenly crashes
  • On second thought, here’s a different scenario: He’s so shocked that he overheats and crashes, so there’s two fucking unconscious people now. Wow thanks a lot for the help Kiibo

Kokichi Ouma

  • For a minute he thinks you’re joking
  • “Nishishi, what are you doing, s/o? Your tricks won’t work on me ya kno—“
  • Never mind you’re fucking serious about this
  • Will try to hold you up but then he will start to scream
  • He doesn’t know what to do in a situation like this so he just screams for someone to come and help him
  • You might be dying!!
  • When someone finally comes he starts screaming at them for being too slow and to help you right now!!
  • While they’re helping take care of you he cries that you might die
  • Once you’re okay he will hug you very tight and complain not to scare him like that!
  • You tell him you’ll be fine and he shouldn’t cry
  • He’s still sobbing, but insists those are fake tears
  • They’re totally real and he almost just had a heart attack

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • He will let you lean on him and calmly try to escort you somewhere where you can be at peace
  • Will ask you why did you feel bad
  • Will research all kind of remedies and buy you an amulet to help you with that
  • Probably the calmest out of all
  • On the inside he’s super worried, but he knows he needs to keep his cool and help you first and foremost
  • “Interesting how you can be reduced to someone so vulnerable in a manner of seconds! Humanity is so beautiful!”
  • Yeah, might get slapped in the face for that one
  • Deserved it
  • Either way, it’d be better if this didn’t happen again, so better make some research how to get rid of it
  • May do some kind of rituals or excursuses with you to help
  • “Well I like it when you’re dependant on me, so maybe it’s not really necessary to try so har—“
  • Another slap
  • Goddammit Korekiyo
  • He’s like a hellish combination of Mikan and Izuru holy shit

Gonta Gokuhara

  • Will panic and immediately grab you
  • He’s going to hoist you up in his arms and start running around
  • Somebody tell him what’s going on!
  • What does he do in a situation like this?!
  • Will try to get you somewhere where you can lie down completely
  • Will cry and ask you if you’re okay a million times
  • He will go get someone who actually knows what to do about this
  • Will be on your tail 24/7, cause he’s not sure if this can happen again
  • And if it does, the gentleman must be there to assist!

Ryoma Hoshi

  • SHIT
  • FUCK
  • He would like to catch you but he kind of can’t
  • Like, he’s trying okay, but it’s pretty difficult when you’re so much taller than him
  • Will try to get you somewhere where you can sit down comfortably
  • “Do you need me to bring you something? A wet towel? Some water? I’ll get you anything you want, just tell me, please.”
  • Even after you’re okay he will still fuss over you
  • Are you sure you’re okay now?
  • He’s really worried what would happen if he weren’t there
  • Will keep a close eye on you and try to figure out why it happens in the first place so you can get rid of it
  • Doesn’t find it bothersome even if it keeps happening, he just wants to make sure you’re okay

Well those were pretty short… Sorry about that, couldn’t really come up with anything else, cause there is basically only one proper reaction to somebody collapsing… Well I hope you liked it either way~ Thank you for your request!

No Luck Finding a Sugar Daddy? It’s Not You, It’s Your Profile

Success in the sugar world is hugely a numbers game: the more sugar daddies you are in contact with, the better your chances of landing yourself in an ideal sugar arrangement.

You want to put yourself out there as much as possible and this requires action – searching and reading profiles, crafting emails, engaging in banter – but there’s only so much action you can take. You have a life, right?

In order to succeed in finding a sugar daddy without spending all your time in front of a computer, you need to make the passive aspects of the sugar search work for you – this means making your profile the stickiest, most memorable profile a sugar daddy is going to view that day and hopefully, that week.

This is why I recommend springing for a paid membership on at least one of the best sugar daddy websites so you can “Feature” your profile and attract the most sugar daddy eyeballs to it as possible.  At the same time, there’s no point in paying to prominently feature your profile if the profile text reads like drying paint.

If you’re not having much success reeling in a sugar daddy, check your profile to see if you’re guilty of the profile mishaps listed below.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #1. “I like the finer things in life”

If I had a penny for every profile that says this…well, I wouldn’t need a sugar daddy. Not only is this description completely redundant (who, tell me, who doesn’t enjoy the finer things in life?), it’s akin to broadcasting how you are absolutely no different from every other bland sugar baby out there.

The average sugar daddy is successful and well-versed in the “finer things in life” – which means his taste in sugar babies is going to be above average. He’ll want the whole package – looks, wit, and personality. The worst sugar baby sin is to bore your sugar daddy.

Generic statements = unmemorable sugar baby.

Tip: Spend a minute thinking about what qualifies as the “finer things in life” to you. Describe the things you like, how you like to do it, where you like to go, what you like to eat. Present it in an interesting, engaging way. Tell a story.

Example: “Last night, I traveled to Tibet. A Buddhist monk I met there told me that every new person I meet is no stranger at all – every new meeting is a result of our souls having met 100 times before. And then I woke up. I don’t get to travel as much as I’d like, but I dabble in the art of pleasure-making wherever I am. I’m more inclined to the fun, the fabulous, the decadent – is there anything more sensuous than sipping champagne mid-day? Playing hooky to peruse the Surrealists at a local gallery? Bantering over a platter of fresh oysters at a restaurant by the seaside? I say not. If you agree, let me know and we’ll arrange our (one hundred and) first date.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #2. “I need some help”

Yes, that’s part of the reason you’re seeking a sugar daddy. Sugar daddies already know this. They want to help you, to spoil you. But you know what? The old adage – “The crying baby gets the milk” – is NOT true in the sugar world.

Many sugar babies fall into the trap of thinking that if they broadcast themselves as charity cases, sugar daddies will be more inclined to help them out financially. Instead, they come off looking desperate. No one likes desperation.

The most successful sugar babies don’t broadcast their need for financial handouts. They focus on where they want to go in their life – which sugar daddies are far more likely to want to help out with.

They also emphasize what they can do for their sugar daddies instead of what they themselves need. Remember, the sugar relationship is mutually beneficial. He already knows he’s going to help you financially, so now focus on what you’re going to offer him.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #3. “Looking to be spoiled”

Oh, darling, aren’t we all? We all want someone to cater to our every whim and fancy – and that includes sugar daddies too. A real sugar daddy will spoil you, whether you ask for it or not. But in order to hook such a man, you’re going to have to be more creative than “want to be spoiled.”

At best, this makes you look uncreative. At worst, you come off entitled, unrealistic, and selfish. A fake sugar daddy might find this funny enough to play with you for a bit, but the real sugar daddies will probably pass on you.

Remember – most sugar daddies became rich by making good business decisions – not by lavishing their money on investments that promise no returns.

Instead of asking to be spoiled, start with what he wants to know first: what do you have to offer him?