is kind of there even though you can't see her face

anonymous asked:

What would the guys do if they hear their crush say "me? who would like someone like me?" because they can't believe anyone would like them

Aw nonnie this is a sad/cute one. I hope this is alright! 


 - Noctis would be able to tell you were feeling a little glum, and when you had a few precious moments alone, he’d ask you what was wrong.
- You would try and brush it off at first, it’s not like you want to burden him with something like that…
- But this would just make the prince feel a bit useless, he’d really want you to confide in him. 
- You’d take a big sigh, and finally tell him. You feel lonely. You feel like a bit of a spare part. Everyone was settling down, even Noctis had his marriage to Luna. But you were just left on your own, as always.
- “Hey, don’t be so stupid.” 
- Stupid? This would anger you, you just confided in him like he asked and he calls you stupid?
- Noct would see how irate you were getting, and instantly feel bad.
- “Wait, that’s not what I meant!” And it honestly wasn’t. When will this boy learn to deal with his feelings and say the right thing?
- “Sorry that I’m bothering you with my stupidity Noctis.”
- “Look, that isn’t what I meant by it!”
- He panics that he’s really screwed this up.
- “Sure! I’m just whittling away for nothing!”
- “Well, yeah because-”
- “I should just get used to it.”
- “What?”
- “I mean, who would ever like me?”
- “I would!”
- There would be silence as you digest what Noctis had just said. 
- “You…? But what about Luna?”
- Okay, now his heart is racing.
- “We are friends, good friends, but this arranged marriage… It isn’t for me. Look, I’ve been trying to tell you… I, well, like you.” 
- His eyes sink to the floor and he plays with his arm band nervously. Now it’s calmed down he is self-conscious and can’t believe he just blurted that out…
- You’re stunned. Noctis… liked you? 
- He finally looks at you, unnerved by your silence
- Damn, have I really over stepped the mark this time?
- “Noct… you like me?”
- You can see little splashes of red colour his cheeks as he answers.
- “Y-yeah I do… is that okay?”


- Prompto would be heading towards the tent one night, after you had disappeared for a while. He was starting to get worried as to where you were!
- As he gets closer to the tent, he can hear your voice… He doesn’t want to intrude if you were on the phone. Though, it didn’t seem like you were…
- He listens for a bit. He knows he shouldn’t, but he just can’t help it. There was just something in the tone of your voice that made him stay, a little twinge of something like… sadness?
- “I’m not like Cindy, or Aranea, I’m just…not.”
- They are definitely talking to themselves. He realised.
- And then you said it. 
- “But really… me? Who could ever like someone like me?”
- It’s almost like you could hear Prompto’s heart crack.
- No. No no no no.
- He recognises the pain in your voice, he understands the self-doubt, he knows it all too well.
- Before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he’d push open the tent flap and take you in his arms.
- There are tears pooling in his own eyes.
- “You should never, never have to feel that way. Not you. Not someone like you.”
- It’s hard to hear him as his voice is muffled, his face buried in your neck. His grip is tight, and he can’t even think about how forward this might be because he just has to make sure you know you’re loved.
- “I like you, I like you, I like you.” He can’t say it enough.
- His words warm your heart.
- You both sit like that for a while, just holding each other until the tears stop. 
- He pulls away, and gently whispers; “It’s you. It has been for a while now. I really like you.”
- You can hardly believe your ears. 
- Still holding you, he looks you in your eyes still wet with tears, now smiling a little sheepishly.
- “So… what do you say?”


- Prompto would be chatting away about Cindy, as usual, and you would roll your eyes.
- “Tch, she’s pretty lucky.” 
- Gladio would hear your mumbling, and fall behind the other three to walk with you instead. 
- “Hey, what’s that?” He’d ask, friendly as always.
- “Well, it’s lucky Cindy has someone to feel that way about her.”
- Gladio would raise his eyebrows in surprise and a little in doubt as well.
- “I’m not so sure she sees it that way.”
- “I guess, but at least she knows she’s wanted.”
- By now the other three guys are just a blip in the distance, walking back to the regalia.
- “What do you mean by that?”
- “Well, just that I’d love to be in her shoes. It’s not like anyone will ever feel that way about me.”
- Did they really just say that?
- Suddenly his strong arm juts out in front of you, preventing you from walking any further.
- You look at Gladio in shock, to see that his jaw looks clenched and he looks kind of… angry.
- “Gladio…?”
- “Is that what you truly think?”
- You nod, unable to do more and he finally looks at you.
- “Then, you don’t realise how crazy I am about you.”
- Your heart skips a beat at his words.
- “H-huh?”
- He retracts his arm now, standing up to face you.
- “Why else do you think I always let you fall asleep on me in the car? Because I love the way you feel in my arms. Or when I always ask you for help setting up camp, it’s because I really enjoy your company.”
- He would stand in front of you now, the familiar smile you know and love back.
- “Honestly, these past few weeks you’ve been driving me crazy, and then you say no one would feel like that about you?”
- He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
- “Well, I’m telling you now, I do. You don’t have to like it, I’ll understand if you don’t and I’ll speak no more of it. I promise.”
- He tilts his head, fully smiling now at your astounded expression.
- “Well… are you alright with that?”


- Ignis had noticed you’ve been seeming down lately, choosing to sit in the tent early or sitting in the back of the car in your own world.
- It really starts to concern him, he can’t fathom why you’re feeling this way.
- One night he brings you your food to the tent, seeing if you’re okay.
- You thank him a little despondently, so he sits down next to you and asks if you want to share what has been bothering you.
- Looking into those kind green eyes it’s hard not to start talking about what’s wrong. You knew Iggy was a great listener. 
- So you opened up a little to him.
- “I’ve been watching the others get closer to people lately, Prompto with Cindy, Noctis with Luna for example…”
- “What about it is bothering you?”
- “I don’t know. I guess it just sucks being on your own.”
- “Come now, you’ll meet someone who is just right for yourself.”
- He knows it’s true, even if it’s not with him. Though that thought hurts him more than he’d care to admit.
- You throw Iggy an incredulous look.
- “What? It’s true. You’ll find someone you really like.”
- Oh if only he knew.
- “That’s not the problem. The problem is them liking me. I mean, who the hell would fall for someone like me?”
- Suddenly Iggy’s eyes tighten, and he re-adjusts his glasses.
- He seems… annoyed?
- “Please, do not put yourself down like that. You’re a wonderful person.”
- Huuuuge eyeroll from you.
- “Uh huh, sure.”
- Here comes the generic ‘you’ll get there eventually’ chat.
- “I mean it.”
- “Really?”
- He’s persistent.
- “Yes, you’re funny, gorgeous, intelligent… anyone would be lucky to call you their partner.”
- Well… that you weren’t expecting.
- The fidgeting with his glasses is progressively getting worse, which is unlike Iggy.
- “Why are you saying all of this…?”
- “Because I…” He has to take a deep breath here!
- “I see you that way. And would definitely feel lucky to call you mine.”
- Your heart stops, you can’t believe what you just heard. And he’s looking up at you through those lovely long lashes, and you know he’s being serious.
- Oh my.
- “Iggy…?”
- “I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but please… I have to know how you feel about me.” His green eyes are gazing at yours.
- Oh my.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Bodhi Rook is religious?? I can't make up my mind.

The Empire is a prideful god. It will permit no higher authority than itself, no greater power than its armies, no eternity but its reign. (Those who might suggest otherwise are heretics, and are dealt with as idolaters must.) A militant kind of monotheism; there are no gods, there is no Force, there is just the Empire. There is only the Empire.

Bodhi had an aunt who—well, he was never entirely clear what, except that mother and father had stopped talking about her the same time the holo of the Emperor went up over the mantle. (His mother had cried in her room for weeks, and when Bodhi thinks of it he still tastes the charcoal of burnt rice, the awful tension of whispered arguments happening in other rooms.) But it had something to do with the clear, bright crystals she had sent them, because Bodhi’s father had gone room by room and scooped them up, shoved them in a box. Buried it under the floorboards.

No one was allowed to play Jedi and Separatists anymore. At least not where an adult would see, would go grey and gather all of them together in a tight circle, to say in a quiet voice, you can’t, don’t, stop.

(There are no Jedi anymore. There were never any Jedi. The Jedi never existed. How does the old adage go? The power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them—)

Shykeli was thrown out of flight academy for meditating in secret. The administration had found ‘Jedi propaganda’ in her things, though they’d never really explained what that was, or what it meant. If the Force isn’t real, Cregha had said thoughtfully, why are they so scared of people venerating it?

Cregha was reassigned to skiffs soon after. Bodhi missed xir.

But after Galen gives him the message, Galen cups Bodhi’s face, tucks Bodhi’s hair behind his ears. Galen says, May the Force be with you.

“My auntie had—she gave us crystals like that,” Bodhi blurts out in Jyn’s vague direction, because he’s had may the force may the force looping through his head for a standard week; he can’t figure out why it won’t stop.

Jyn glances at him sidelong, still playing with the bright, clear crystal on the cord around her neck. It catches artificial light like something not artificial at all, more real than anything Bodhi has seen. 

“It’s a kyber crystal,” Chirrut says into the awkward silence. “A conduit of the Force. Your aunt must have been a believer.”

“My father hid them,” Bodhi says absently. (may the force may the force…) “He didn’t want us attracting attention.”

“Smart man,” Baze offers, and then they are all silent again, waiting for Cassian to return.

(This is what Bodhi Rook thinks of in his last moments: of crystals, and the Force invisible but omnipresent; of being smart versus being good, and sending a message out into space, not knowing if anyone is listening.

His last words are for Galen. His last thoughts are for the aunt he did not know. If perhaps—)

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2

“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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Just Follow The Instructions

Wrote this yesterday before the Driving Lesson thingy and tada! Posting it today. Set in late season 8; Mulder gets some much needed help from Skinner.

A knock on the door freed Mulder from the horror also known as a Claire de Lune crib for the modern, stylish baby. He let go of the screwdriver, happily, and shuffled into the living room. Scully had been gone less than an hour, but he half expected her to come back and apologize. Or to hear him apologize. Either way, he was certain it could only be her. When he opened the door, a clever remark and a grin on his face, he did not expect to see that particular person.

“Sir.” Mulder cleared his throat and wiped the smirk off his face. He searched his mind for an excuse why he was in Scully’s apartment while she herself wasn’t home.

“Agent Mulder,” he shook his head, almost smiled, “Just Mulder I guess. Is Agent Scully home?”

“No, Sir, she’s not. I’m just here because, well, she… I-”

“Mulder, it’s fine. It’s never been my business what you do on your own time and you no longer work for the FBI so I care even less.” There was more he wanted to say, Mulder thought, but the moment passed. Not that Mulder was complaining. This was awkward enough.  

“Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“After I put up that crib.” Mulder grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m putting up the crib,” Mulder explained realizing that this, just like Skinner had said, was none of his business and he probably didn’t even care, “for the baby.” He specified. Skinner nodded earnestly; Mulder knew that nod, had seen it often enough when he was still assigned to the Assistant Director.

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anonymous asked:

I know we're all excited for the printshop scene and what happens next, but the reunion I'm truly looking forward to is the one between Jamie and Bree. I'm aware Roger and Brianna are not fan favorites but I LOVE the relationship both of them build with Jamie over time, he really becomes a father for both of them. Jamie deserves all the good things, and I can't wait for his family to be whole again. And I *really* hope the show will not neglect Fergus as Diana did in the books. I love them all!

There was no doubt in her mind, from the first glimpse. She was at once surprised and not surprised at all; he was not quite what she had imagined—he seemed smaller, only man-sized—but his face had the lines of her own; the long, straight nose and stubborn jaw, and the slanted cat-eyes, set in a frame of solid bone. 

He moved toward her out of the maples’ shadow, and the sun struck his hair with a spray of copper sparks. Half consciously she raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair back from her face, seeing from the corner of her eye the matching gleam of thick red-gold. 

“What d’ye want here, lassie?” he asked. Sharp, but not unkind. His voice was deeper than she had imagined; the Highland burr slight but distinct. “You,” she blurted. Her heart seemed to have wedged itself in her throat; she had trouble forcing any words past it. 

He was close enough that she caught the faint whiff of his sweat and the fresh smell of sawn wood; there was a golden scatter of sawdust caught in the rolled sleeves of his linen shirt. His eyes narrowed with amusement as he looked her up and down, taking in her costume. One reddish eyebrow rose, and he shook his head. 

“Sorry, lass,” he said, with a half-smile. “I’m a marrit man.” 

He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring to touch his sleeve. He stopped and looked at her more closely. 

“No, I meant it; I’ve a wife at home, and home’s not far,” he said, evidently wishing to be courteous. “But—” He stopped, close enough now to take in the grubbiness of her clothes, the hole in the sleeve of her coat and the tattered ends of her stock. 

“Och,” he said in a different tone, and reached for the small leather purse he wore tied at his waist. “Will ye be starved, then, lass? I’ve money, if you must eat.” 

She could scarcely breathe. His eyes were dark blue, soft with kindness. Her eyes fixed on the open collar of his shirt, where the curly hairs showed, bleached gold against his sunburnt skin. 

“Are you—you’re Jamie Fraser, aren’t you?” 

He glanced sharply at her face. 

“I am,” he said. The wariness had returned to his face; his eyes narrowed against the sun. He glanced quickly behind him, toward the tavern, but nothing stirred in the open doorway. He took a step closer to her. 

“Who asks?” he said softly. “Have you a message for me, lass?” 

She felt an absurd desire to laugh welling up in her throat. Did she have a message? 

“My name is Brianna,” she said. He frowned, uncertain, and something flickered in his eyes. He knew it! He’d heard the name and it meant something to him. She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks blaze as though they’d been seared by a candle flame. 

“I’m your daughter,” she said, her voice sounding choked to her own ears. “Brianna.” 

He stood stock-still, not changing expression in the slightest. He had heard her, though; he went pale, and then a deep, painful red washed up his throat and into his face, sudden as a brushfire, matching her own vivid color. 

She felt a deep flash of joy at the sight, a rush through her midsection that echoed that blaze of blood, recognition of their fair-skinned kinship. Did it trouble him to blush so strongly? she wondered suddenly. Had he schooled his face to immobility, as she had learned to do, to mask that telltale surge? 

Her own face felt stiff, but she gave him a tentative smile. 

He blinked, and his eyes moved at last from her face, slowly taking in her appearance, and—with what seemed to her a new and horrified awareness—her height. 

“My God,” he croaked. “You’re huge.” 

Her own blush had subsided, but now came back with a vengeance. 

“And whose fault is that, do you think?” she snapped. She drew herself up straight and squared her shoulders, glaring. So close, at her full height, she could look him right in the eye, and did. 

He jerked back, and his face did change then, mask shattering in surprise. Without it, he looked younger; underneath were shock, surprise, and a dawning expression of half-painful eagerness. 

“Och, no, lassie!” he exclaimed. “I didna mean it that way, at all! It’s only—” He broke off, staring at her in fascination. His hand lifted, as though despite himself, and traced the air, outlining her cheek, her jaw and neck and shoulder, afraid to touch her directly. 

“It’s true?” he whispered. “It is you, Brianna?” He spoke her name with a queer accent—Breeanah—and she shivered at the sound. 

“It’s me,” she said, a little huskily. She made another attempt at a smile. “Can’t you tell?” 

His mouth was wide and full-lipped, but not like hers; wider, a bolder shape, that seemed to hide a smile in the corners of it, even in repose. It was twitching now, not certain what to do. 

“Aye,” he said. “Aye, I can.” 

He did touch her then, his fingers drawing lightly down her face, brushing back the waves of ruddy hair from temple and ear, tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She shivered again, though his touch was noticeably warm; she could feel the heat of his palm against her cheek. 

“I hadna thought of you as grown,” he said, letting his hand fall reluctantly away. “I saw the pictures, but still—I had ye in my mind somehow as a wee bairn always—as my babe. I never expected …” His voice trailed off as he stared at her, the eyes like her own, deep blue and thick-lashed, wide in fascination. 

“Pictures,” she said, feeling breathless with happiness. “You’ve seen pictures of me? Mama found you, didn’t she? When you said you had a wife at home—” 

“Claire,” he interrupted. The wide mouth had made its decision; it split into a smile that lit his eyes like the sun in the dancing tree leaves. He grabbed her arms, tight enough to startle her. 

“You’ll not have seen her, then? Christ, she’ll be mad wi’ joy!” The thought of her mother was overwhelming. Her face cracked, and the tears she had been holding back for days spilled down her cheeks in a flood of relief, half choking her as she laughed and cried together. 

“Here, lassie, dinna weep!” he exclaimed in alarm. He let go of her arm and snatched a large, crumpled handkerchief from his sleeve. He patted tentatively at her cheeks, looking worried. 

“Dinna weep, a leannan, dinna be troubled,” he murmured. “It’s all right, m’ annsachd; it’s all right.” 

“I’m all right; everything’s all right. I’m just—happy,” she said. She took the handkerchief, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “What does that mean—a leannan? And the other thing you said?” 

“You’ll not have the Gaelic, then?” he asked, and shook his head. “No, of course she wouldna have been taught,” he murmured, as though to himself. 

“I’ll learn,” she said firmly, giving her nose a last wipe. “A leannan?” 

A slight smile reappeared on his face as he looked at her. 

“It means ‘darling,’ ” he said softly. “M’ annsachd—my blessing.” 

The words hung in the air between them, shimmering like the leaves. They stood still, both stricken suddenly with shyness by the endearment, unable to look away from each other, unable to find more words. 

“Fa—” Brianna started to speak, then stopped, suddenly seized with doubt. What should she call him? Not Daddy. Frank Randall had been Daddy to her all her life; it would be a betrayal to use that name to another man—any other man. Jamie? No, she couldn’t possibly; rattled as he was by her appearance, he had still a formidable dignity that forbade such casual use. “Father” seemed remote and stern—and whatever Jamie Fraser might be, he wasn’t that; not to her. 

He saw her hesitate and flush, and recognized her trouble. 

“You can … call me Da,” he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If—if ye want to, I mean,” he added diffidently. 

“Da,” she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. “Da. Is that Gaelic?” 

He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. 

“No. It’s only … simple.” 

And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she’d imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

anonymous asked:

OMG that interview with Nathan,he's a bless. And that makes me wondering if you could write a castle fic about it? Like Castle makes snuggies for everyone in the Castle household? Or like he makes one for Beckett the first year they work together, and Beckett just can't believe he makes it himself ?

Hi Anon! I hope you like this! :)

Snuggie Love

A post-2x18 ish ficlet

“For you.”

She blinks, staring at him with a blank face, the gift in his outstretched arms ignored for the time being. He makes no move to take the bundle back, though, instead shifting his grip to make it easier to hold onto – just in case they’re here a while.

“What are you talking about?” Beckett asks finally, her brow wrinkling in confusion. “What is this?”

“A gift?” he says, his eyes opening wider. “An object given willingly to someone else without expected repayment; often in celebration of a notable event in the recipient’s life?”

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Thanks, Merriam Webster. I know what a gift is. What I don’t know is why you’re giving one to me.”

Another sarcastic response almost rolls of his tongue, but he curbs it, licking his lips and going for honesty instead. “Because you’ve been through a lot recently, and I thought having something comfortable and warm might help make things a little easier as you look for a new place.”

Beckett softens a hair, her eyes darting to the fleece in his hands. “That's… actually kind of sweet, Castle.”

“I know,” he says, allowing his smile to widen when she purses her lips in an attempt to hide hers. “But seriously, I know when your apartment exploded, you lost a lot of the little things like throw pillows and blankets. The comforting stuff. So here’s a piece to start off your replacement collection.”

At long last, she takes the bundle from his hands, trailing soft fingers over the vintage, colorful elephant pattern.

“I made it,” he adds proudly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Beckett freezes, her eyes lifting to meet his.

“You… made this.”

His head bobs. “Uh huh. It’s really easy once you get the hang of it. I made one for Alexis and one for my mother – though she never uses it – a few years ago, and I made one for myself last winter.”

Beckett nods, looking almost thoughtful for some reason. His fingers itch to reach for her, to brush his thumb over her lower lip before she can pull it between her teeth.

“What?” Rick asks, tilting his head. “Is it the pattern? Because I debated, but I remembered seeing that painting in your old place, and then there are the elephants on your desk, and–”

“No,” she interrupts, flattening her palm against the fleece, protective. “No, the pattern is beautiful, Castle. It’s just… I didn’t know you even knew how to sew.”

“I taught myself after Mother refused to make me an ET Halloween costume. She said I was too old.”

Beckett’s lips purse, her eyes sparkling with something he’s come to recognize as her own eagerness to hear his stories, to know what makes him tick. “How old were you?”

“Thirty-two,” he answers, delighting in the bark of laughter that spills from her mouth. “It was Halloween, Beckett. There was a theme Alexis and I were working with.”

“Sure it was,” she laughs again, shaking her head. After a moment, the mockery falls from her face, leaving a gentle, soft smile on her cheeks.

“Thank you. I can’t believe you made me a blanket.”

Just like that, his anxiety over the gift is siphoned away; she likes it.

“Oh, it’s not a blanket,” he says, watching her eyes narrow in suspicion at the correction. Maybe he should’ve allowed her to discover it on her own, but oh well; the cat’s out of the bag now.

“It’s not?” Beckett asks slowly, studying the fabric in her hands like she’s afraid he’s given her something that might explode. “What is it then?”

“Well it is a blanket, kind of. But that’s not all it is.”

She exhales, dropping her head. “Do I want to know?”

“It’s a Snuggie, Beckett,” he announces, nudging the bundle until it unfurls, the bottom hem nearly touching the floor. “Here, look. These are the sleeves, and I put Velcro on the back so you can close it and it keeps all of you warm. Nobody wants a hospital gown version. And oh! Best part,” he says, manipulating the fleece until she can see the front, “is the pocket. That’s my personal addition to the design. That way you can store your phone, or snacks, or just keep your hands warm while you watch TV.”

“You made me a Snuggie,” she repeats after a long pause. “You made me an actual Snuggie like they sell on late night TV infomercials.”

“Yes? They seem silly, I know, but they’re so comfortable. Once you’re wearing it, you’ll forget that you ever felt ridiculous!”

To his astonishment, instead of shutting him down with a sharp barb, she just laughs. “Somehow I doubt that, but thank you. This really was nice of you. And ET costume or not, I’m still surprised you know how to make something like a Snuggie.”

Rick smiles again, preening a bit harder. “I have many, many talents, Beckett. And I’d be happy to show them all to you, just say the word. Any time, day or night.”

‘Mhmm, I’m sure you would,“ she murmurs, folding the fleece with unexpected care. Once she’s done, she cradles the gift to her chest, regarding him with soft eyes. “See you tomorrow, Castle.”

“See you tomorrow,” he echoes, watching her hoist her bag onto her shoulder and slip away from her desk, never loosening her hold on the fleece.

He can’t be sure, but he’s sure he sees her press her face – and a sweet, shy smile – against the fabric before the elevator doors close.

A/N: I hope you liked this! For anyone curious, this is the interview with Nathan the prompter mentioned. 

“I can’t stay away.” [Nesta x Cassian post-ACOWAR teaser]


So Nesta x Cassian kind of broke me in ACOWAR, and i’ve been furiously writing this four-part fic that I dreamed up while working on a smut prompt. It’s inspired by the song Moth’s Wings by Passion Pit, also linked below. I’m really excited with how it’s turning out, and I wanted to share some of it with you all! :) There WILL be smut, but it will be in part 4 (ehehe… not putting it off at all…). I’m done with part 1, but parts 2, 3, and 4 are a pretty hot mess (getting worse in that order). I want to release all the parts at once, but I might be tempted to release part 1 earlier. Here’s a short teaser:

“I can’t stay away.” [part 1 teaser]

Inspired by Moth’s Wings (stripped down version) by Passion Pit

“Dear friend as you know,
Your flowers are withering,
Your mother’s gone missing,
Your leaves have drifted away.

But the clouds are clearing up
And I’ve come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea” - Moth’s Wings


It had been a week and a half since Hybern’s War ended, and Cassian wondered if perhaps he should write Nesta a letter. What would he even say? Dear Nesta… I’m sorry about your father, but maybe training with me will help…? Oh and by the way, thanks for throwing your body over mine when the gods-damned King of Hybern tried to kill us both…?

Yeah, right. Cassian shook his head in irritation, his dark hair falling across his face. He frowned into the heavy, crystal tumbler he held, half full of whiskey. What was it about words that made them so hard to grasp when he needed them the most?

For the first few days after the war ended, Cassian had gone to visit the Illyrian families of fallen warriors to mourn and pay his respects. But afterwards, he returned to Velaris where he watched Nesta dutifully come to meals and push food around on her plate, barely speaking to anyone save for Feyre and Elain. She just sat there with a cool, blank expression on her face, sitting and watching everyone.

Breakfast this morning was no different. Even though Elain had put out a fresh, new arrangement of lilies and chrysanthemums in a slim, patterned vase, Cassian felt like he was watching the flowers wither in front of him.

Since the war ended, Nesta had holed herself up in her room nearly every day. Occasionally, she would have Feyre or Azriel fly her up to the House of Wind so she could sit in her favorite armchair at the library to read, preferring to be alone and undisturbed.

After a few days of rest and constantly applying healing salve, Cassian’s wings had healed enough for him to fly up to the House of Wind and circle around, unsure of whether to go and talk to Nesta or not. During the few times he had mustered the courage, his usual verbal prods and cheeky remarks barely provoked a reaction from her, nothing like the barbed responses she usually volleyed back.

So he stayed away, trying to give her space even though it deeply concerned him that she seemed to be slowly wasting away before his eyes.

Even her sisters looked worried, often swapping anxious glances. He once overheard them murmuring about whether Nesta might snap, whether the death of their father was just too much for her after all she had been through.

Elain was also in mourning but the Spring-Court-fox Lucien had stuck around to comfort her, since he had met her father on the mission however brief their time was. And Azriel also often visited Elain in her garden, which improved her mood significantly, and which Lucien seemed somewhat resigned to. He would allow whatever made Elain happy…

And Feyre had Mor and Rhysand for support, but even so… The three sisters were now orphaned, since their mother having passed away long ago…

Standing on the balcony at the House of Wind, Cassian stared at the glowing lights of the city and ruminated on how much the situation had changed in just a few weeks. How before, Elain had been the one who was in shock, who needed her soul soothed. How Azriel had been the one to hear and see what she needed, and Azriel had even given her Truth-teller, which saved both his and Nesta’s damn necks…

Thinking about the Shadowsinger, Cassian had no choice but to acknowledge the dark-haired Illyrian seemed to have a knack with the Archeron women. Probably because Azriel was tall, handsome, and mysterious, with his shadows and all.

He wondered whether Azriel might have better luck talking to Nesta, but the thought sent both a jolt of jealousy and annoyance through his mind.

No. She’s mine, he growled to himself, instinctively, the mating bond ringing in his head. Mine to take care of…

But then he shook his head violently, as if trying to fling the thoughts from his mind. No, not yet… Not yet. Maybe not ever, with how things are going. She doesn’t even want to see me, let alone talk to me…

He wished that Nesta responded to his customary humor because that’s how he dealt with serious situations. Idly, Cassian wondered how mad she’d be if he just left her a note that said, “Dear Nes, Can I touch your butt? Love, Cass” but he shook his head and tried to wipe the smirk off his face before someone asked him what he was laughing about. Perhaps one day, she would be more open, less… guarded around him.

“Why do you have that smarmy smirk on your face?” Mor breezed onto the balcony wearing one of her typical Night Court dresses, a long, pale yellow dress with geometric cutouts that put her golden-brown skin on display.

TVD's true epic love story is Stelena. Accept.
  • Kevin Williamson: This show is always going to be about Stefan and Elena. It has to be. They’re soulmates.
  • Julie Plec: The bottom line is that Elena and Stefan are the true epic love story of the show. Damon is the third point of the triangle.
  • Bob Levi: For the pilot and the TV series to work, the relationship between Elena and Stefan had to be magic. I said to myself “This is phenomenal”. There is real chemistry between Paul Wesley and Nina Dobrev.
  • Paul Wesley: I just want [Stefan] in the end to find his love, that’s all he cares about. Of course I want him to end up with Elena. Cause I have to, that’s all I can hope for. Elena is his true love.
  • Paul Wesley: At the beginning it’s not a triangle, Elena and I just have this passion and love that is undying. Stefan is so desperately in love with Elena he would die for her. He would do anything for her; nurture, care and protect her, even jump in front of a bus for her.
  • Paul Wesley: It’s really the story of this sort of triangle in a sense, but really actually more so the love between my character (Stefan) and Elena.
  • Paul Wesley: I think Stefan’s the good guy, but my biggest interest is Elena and her love. He lives for Elena. Without her, he’s nothing.
  • Nina Dobrev: We want to make it as real as possible, and as genuine, and we want to make everyone fall in love with these characters and believe the love story. That’s what it’s about. It’s about Stefan and Elena’s undying love.
  • Paul Wesley: Stefan and Elena have this love that is so pure and natural, and I think that that’s not gonna change and I don’t really want that to. I think it will be challenged as it has been.
  • Nina Dobrev: Stefan is very attractive because he is protective of Elena and he loves her unconditionally. He would do anything for her, and he’s committed.
  • Nina Dobrev: She’s all Stefan, all the time though – she loves Stefan.
  • Nina Dobrev: I feel like she has high morals, and she loves Stefan. It’s always been Stefan.
  • Nina Dobrev: I think Elena would marry Stefan...
  • Kevin Williamson: Is she single right now? Elena is always, no matter how single she is, she’s still standing there with Stefan. They’re a couple who have conflicts and they have a big one looming. They’re starting to truly disagree about how to handle things. But no, I wouldn’t stay she’s going to stay single by any means. I wouldn’t say she’s single now. She may be arguing or disagreeing with Stefan at the moment, but I don’t think they’re too far apart.
  • Paul Wesley: Season one, my favorite scene was the moment when I… uhm… this is going to sound ridiculous, but it really was that entire sequence I did with Nina up to the point where we first made love. But for me it was more about, you know… (1x10) she touched my face for the first time, saw my veins, watched me turn into this creature and she accepted me for who I was and it was symbolic on many levels. It was a very intimate moment and I loved shooting that scene, that was beautiful. I think honestly that’s my favorite moment so far.
  • Nina Dobrev: With Stefan, whenever he’s around she’s just, it’s almost like she melts into his arms and she feels somewhat relieved.
  • Paul Wesley: Vampires can’t procreate. But they can practice. Maybe we’ll adopt a baby, me and Elena.
  • Joseph Morgan: But there is always going to be this connection between Elena and Stefan. So maybe eventually, that will win. Won’t it?
  • Daniel Gillies: I also don’t think Stefan is out of the picture really. Both Elijah and Daniel think Stefan is still the biggest romantic threat for Elena’s heart.
  • Candice Accola: Caroline is very much a Stelena shipper. I think Caroline has seen such a wonderful side of Stefan. She really has seen the reasons in which Elena has fallen for him, and she sees that he can protect her and bring a good side of her out. I think she sees Stefan as much more protective and, you know, a good person to be with.
  • Nina Dobrev: I think that deep down she’s in love with the person that Stefan is. She loves warm-hearted people who are loving…
  • Paul Wesley: I think the Elena/Stefan storyline is an integral part of the show. I think their love is infinite.
  • Steven R. McQueen: Damon broke my neck so screw that guy! I would go with Wesley.
  • Ian Somerhalder: No shit it’s always gonna be Stefan… It’s always gonna be Stefan. I don’t blame her, Stefan’s a better dude.
  • Zach Roerig: Stefan honored Elena’s choice to save [Matt] and he’s kind of OK with that because that’s how much he really loves Elena.
  • Claire Holt: Yeah. I think she made the right choice. They’re pretty great together.
  • Paul Wesley: Stelena will always be the core of the show, the show revolves around Stelena.
  • Nina Dobrev: Stefan feeds Elena’s soul.
  • Arielle Kebbel: It’s all about Stelena #thatsright #isaidit
  • Nina Dobrev: I love The Notebook, and I know an epic love story when I see one, and I felt like Elena and Stefan had an epic love.
  • Paul Wesley: Personally, I want Elena to be human again. Because I think it’s a better dynamic.
  • Nina Dobrev: I liked Elena the human in the beginning the best.
  • Paul Wesley: It was very surreal to shoot the last scene with Nina Dobrev. But everything must come to an end one day or another. I never imagined that Stefan and Elena would end up like this, without love, without something romantic between them.

chairman-meowth  asked:

What if the mysmes bunch +Saeran +V find out MC has an illness (can't think of a specific example) that meant they were constantly at a hospital (also MC is terrified of hospitals)

A/N: im afraid of hospitals until im actually admitted then im like yeah okay im here, /fantastic/. Also, I tried to be kind of broad and diverse? But I only know like one of these on a personal level so i hope nothing is completely off the wall ~Admin 404


           -I think he’d be afraid of hospitals as well

           -I mean pet hospitals are different!! That’s for pets! Hospitals deal with people! And he’S A PERSON!

           -He COMPLETELY gets your fear, but he’s gotta be tough for you!!! Gotta be the man!!


           -“MC don’t move, ill get it!” “I’ll fluff your pillow!” “Want a different tv channel?? IVE GOT IT”

           -You’ve been going through chemotherapy but that doesn’t mean you can’t moVE YOOSUNG PLEASE

           -If you cry because you’re scared, he’s there crying with you

           -But!!! He surrounds you with TONS of plush toys, and brings you food his mum he’s made


           -And honestly his innocence is so cute? And gets your mind off of the fear? He’s always making some cute craft thing with you, or telling you all about his LOLOL game (even brings a laptop for you to play with him when he has to go home!!) He isn’t very good at the whole comforting aspect but he loves you and tries so hard for you!! ;A;


           -He heals quickly and strong

           -You….do not…do that

           -You get an infection and it’s SO HARD for your body to fight it

           -Which often leaves you in the hospital over something like the flu

           -And that makes him SO SAD like omg MC i’d give you some of my healing power if I could

           -You are very vocal about your dislike for the hospital, so he doesn’t have to guess or pick up on subtle hints

           -But he treats you like ROYALTY he refuses to let you do anything for yourself when you’re in there because he just wants to make up for not being able to stop you from getting sick ;A;

           -He sings for you almost constantly because??? You can’t be afraid of anything in this building if all you can focus on is him??

           -He brings his scripts with him all the time so the two of you can waste the day and practice together!!

           -HAVE NO FEARS MC, FOR ZENNY IS HERE. Always watching the doctors and nurses like a hawk, always tries to get you to focus on him instead of anything they’re doing (obviously not if it’s important, then he lets you pay attention). Otherwise there’s a lot of cheek kisses, hand kisses, and just like…kisses everywhere come on it’s zen we’re talking about


           -You’re in the hospital often for breathing problems

           -“Jaehee, it’s because you take my breath away,” you wheeze as she’s rushing you to the hospital

           - mc shut the fuCK UP NOW ISNT THE TIME

           -She loves that you’re able to make light of the situation though

           -That is until you actually get to the hospital, then she’s practically dragging you through the doors because you’re too afraid to go in

           -Too much sadness, too many machines that you aren’t familiar with, the weird feeling of being in a strange place, you don’T LIKE IT

           -But she’s always there to read you a book at the end of the day, with a cozy throw blanket from home, and she’ll bring you some coffee from your favourite shop!

           -She also studies what all the machines and medications do so she can explain them to you and hopefully ease your anxiety!

           -When she can’t be there because of work, she leaves you a stack of books to get lost in so that you won’t even notice you’re there. She’ll text you throughout the day as well to check up on ya

           -She’s small enough to cuddle up in bed with you which is GREAT the two of you watch zen’s dvd’s on her laptop all the time


           -???? Why go to hospital when hospital can come to you

           - jumin no i appreciate the gesture but no

           -You’re a regular there because of your heart problems and it breAKS HIS HEART

           - he’s threatened saeyoung a few times because he keeps making jokes like “your heart must of stopped because you saw jumins face” and things of the sort like stOP

           -The first time you had a problem with your heart when you were with him it scared the sHIT OUT OF HIM MC WHAT’S WRONG

           -But he noticed the whole time you were there, you were anxious and always on the verge of tears and Juju will not have that

           -Literally had a room made just for you for whenever you need to be admitted and it looks just like home

           -“It’s your home away from home. Funny, right? MC why are you crying it was supposed to be funny” no its because you’re so swEET JUMIN WHAT THE FUCK STOP

           -He’s sad he can’t bring Elizabeth to console you but he does his best. Always sits with you, petting your hair and kissing you softly

           -His tall ass crawls into your bed at night too so he can hold you like duDE WATCH OUT FOR THE IV YOU’RE TOO TALL YOU DON’T FIT PLS YOUR KNEE IS DIGGING INTO ME


           -He knew your medical history, he did do a background check on you after all

           -So he knew that you’ve had frequent trips to the hospital your whole life

           -He did not realize, however, that you’d be this terrified of just visiting the hospital to see Saeran (after the whole mint eye thing of course)

           -It wasn’t very obvious to anyone else how afraid you were, but he could tell

           -You were in a lot of danger when the two of you were saving Saeran and you didn’t bat an eye

           -But the moment you stepped foot in the hospital, you got quiet. When you did talk, you started to stutter and trip over your words. You had a lot of trouble looking around or at anyone  and that wasn’t the MC he knew

           -You explained that due to your weak immune system, you’re a frequent in the hospital. You get sick easily and it hits you hard. But being surrounded by the multitudes of machines, hearing the sad sounds of people losing loved ones, you just couldn’t handle it

           -From then on, every time you’re admitted to the hospital, he brings a back full of different outfits so he can entertain you, and get your mind off of everything that was happening around you

           - mc i’m your doctor im gonna have to give you an exam wink wonk

           -Full of stupid jokes, hand holding, and kisses to the cheek. He is the deFENDER OF JUSTICE and he will DEFEND YOU FROM ALL OF YOUR FEARS. He’s such a dork??? How can you even think about what’s happening around the hospital to freak you out. It was practically like being at home with him around


           -You immediately told him about your health conditions when the two of you met

           -You unfortunately had to stay in the hospital frequently because of bad epileptic episodes

           -Well, you would go home of course, but some episodes were too risky to go immediately home, so you’d have to stay

           -And you HATED it, like, THIS PLACE ISN’T HOME

           -So every time it happens, he makes it home for you

           -Always bringing you favourite blankets and pillows from home

           -He even tries to bring calming candles so you won’t be as afraid you cant really…light those in here v

           -He’s always talking in such a calming tone that you’re just kind of….relaxed. Please tell me some stories V, lull me to sleep and ease my nerves . He’s always reading fairytale stories to you

           -On days that you’re extra anxious, he shows you videos he’s taken of you, of the RFA, and of random things you love the ones he takes of dogs and you know he does it just for you

           -Overall, he’s just always there to listen to you. You can rant and rave and cry angry tears because you’re so afraid and just want to go home, but he’s there to wipe your tears away and the only home that matters is the one you have with him <3


           -He knows what it’s like to be in the hospital for a long time

           -I mean, right after Saeyoung took him from Mint Eye, he was in there a long time to get all of that shit out of his blood stream and all of that, so he kind of gets it

           -When you have to go to the hospital pretty often because your kidneys were weak and almost always on the verge of failing, he freAKS OUT


           -Pulls it together (well on the outside at least) fairly quickly when he notices how nervous you are every time, no matter how often you have to go

           -You’re almost on the verge of tears every time because?? Every time you’re here you’re fairly close to dying and WOW that’s scary as fuck this place sucks

           -But he’s always there for you, no matter what. He might not say much (and nO ITS NOT BECAUSE HIS VOICE WILL GIVE AWAY HIS FEAR SHUT UP MC) but he’s there to hold your hand through it all, and tries to act like wiping your tears is an inconvenience though you know it’s not and that hes just trying to be tough

           -Actually stays up for days at a time to watch over you and make sure everything is alright which makes you feel bad but also really puts you at ease??

           -Like nothing bad is gonna happen because Saeran will pUNCH IT IN THE FACE. That fear? PUNCH IN THE FACE. All the beeping machines? PUNCH IN THE FACE. Doctor comes in the room in the middle of the night and scares the shit out of you? saERAN ITS THE DOCTOR PLEASE DON’T PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE

           -He buys a bunch of sweets- like cake, cookies, ice cream, things of the sort- and pretends it’s all because he wanted it himself but he guesses he can share with you, if it’ll help lift your spirits and take your mind off of the fact you’re in here

anonymous asked:

Oh no no you are not annoying at all! What I meant is an MC with really similar personality of Jihyun (V). I really hope that it's more understanding now but it wouldn't be a bother at all for me to reword it one more time of needed to. I can't describe what so I just put it simply like this . I'm really sorry about it

I understand now Anon, sorry you had to reword it. I hope you like the headcannons, sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. 


  • “Huh MC you remind me of     someone…”
  • Oh no
  • Oh. No. 
  • Oh come on!
  • Kinda can’t get passed it at     first
  • Because like??? It’s V
  • The man Yoosung disliked beyond     belief     
  • He tries not to see it but it’s     not easy…
  • It’s sought of like the while     ‘comparing-to-rika’ thing but with V    
  • It’s highly annoying 
  • “Gah! I’m sorry MC, you’re     just like him… I can’t get it out of my head…”
  • It hurts 
  • “Would it be better if I     were more like Rika?”    
  • “Yeah! Rika was     amazing!”
  • “So can you not like me     for me, Yoosung?”    
  • That made him feel absolutely     horrible     
  • After that he stops seeing you     and V as a combined thing     
  • He sees you
  • He sees V 
  • And that’s how it is 
  • If I’m completely honest I     don’t think Yoosung could fall for someone who is like V
  • Maybe after the truth comes out     he could see you in a different light 


  • Didn’t notice the personality     similarities at all
  • If you had the same hobbies as     V, she might notice     
  • “Oh MC, you’re in to     photography? So is V, you should talk to him about it”
  • Unless someone points it out,     she probably isn’t gonna notice    
  • If someone does point it out,     she’s confused
  • “But, MC is MC? And V is     V? They’re different”    
  • Jaehee you’re missing the point 
  • She does notice it now
  • So at RFA parties she compares     you two, not in a bad way, and sees what people are talking about 
  • but it doesn’t bother her
  • She loves you, not V
  • Even if you are similar, she     fell in love with you, not V. 
  • Practically Perfect in every     way is a great description for Jaehee 
  • That being said, sometimes she     has to stop herself from questioning if you and V are related 
  • Probably does some sort of research 
  • She’s just curious ok


  • Kinda sees it but kinda doesn’t     it 
  • Like Jaehee, he’s more of a     ‘but they’re their own persons’ kind of person 
  • He’ll get really defensive if     Yoosung anyone doesn’t see you as you    
  • Also, he knows how pressuring     and scary it can be if you’re forcibly compared to someone else 
  • And he really doesn’t want you     to change because he loves you    
  • He finds it very amusing when     you and V talk, because it’s like V is talking to a mirror
  • Probably has to stop himself     from asking V why he’s talking to himself a lot 
  • But Zen appreciates your kind     and caring nature     
  • He’s fine with you sharing     traits with V


  • noticed it straight away 
  • Asked if you knew V before hand
  • You know how you sometimes     adapt friends characteristics when you’re around them a lot?
  • He thinks maybe that’s what’s     going on because you’re so similar    
  • He finds it so easy to talk to     you 
  • And V isn’t around much, so he     really needs someone     
  • He’s glad you’re there to help     him
  • Of course, he sees you as your     own person
  • It was a little weird to have     romantic feelings for you    
  • Because it was kind of like     having feelings for his best friend    
  • But it was you??
  • He’s gets over it quickly     though
  • He really appreciates the     understanding nature you and V shares    
  • And he loves seeing you and V     talk, because it’s like the two brightest suns in the world colliding 
  • It’s beautiful 
  • Also apparently Jumins poetic 


  • Probably jokes about it at     first
  • Of course
  • Says you and V are long lost     twins     
  • But then all the stuff with     Mint Eye happens
  • He probably pushes you away     more than he would with anyone else 
  • You’re like him, what if you     hurt him as well?     
  • Can you really be that     different?     
  • It takes some time 
  • But 
  • He loves you, he does, but give     him some time to accept that V betrayed him
  • Let him sort out that it was V     and not you     
  • Once that’s done he needs you     by his side
  • Your understanding and caring     nature really helps him    
  • He stops thinking about V after     you, it hurts him too much to think of you as him
  • Or to think that you are     similar     
  • Or that you might hurt him
  • No, no that’s not fair on you. 
  • So, he puts V out his mind, and     you’re just you.


  • please don’t make him think     about that
  • Please don’t make him see your     face when he has nightmares about killing that man
  • If he compares you to V, he     will start seeing himself kill you. It wasn’t you, but what if it was?
  • He didn’t know V, the only     thing he knew was he was once an obstacle in Rika’s way
  • That’s what he did think, now     he sees him as an innocent man that lost his life 
  • Because of him
  • So he doesn’t think you have     similar personalities     
  • And even if he did know V and     who he was     
  • Why the hell would he care? 
  • He loves you not that man 
  • But please don’t make him think     about you and him being similar 
  • It will hurt him so much
  • Whoever pointed it out better     be ready for the backlash     
  • Because if Saeran starts to     think about that
  • It will break him 
  • So just keep being yourself and     keep being there for him     
  • And let him love you for you 


  • Someone pointed it out, and he     just kinda…
  • Who?
  • The kid that got killed by the     Saeyoungs brother?     
  • Okay sure whatever you say…
  • He didn’t know V, at all. 
  • So??? 
  • Gives 0 shits 
  • In general if he has a partner     that is as kind, sweet and considerate as V he’ll wonder what we did to     deserve it      

anonymous asked:

46 things you said when you kissed me goodnight but along the different seasons?? 😊

this prompt is amazing. under a cut/cross posted on ao3 because this broke 2k. also i stole pieces of the 2nd part from this little thing i wrote a loooong time ago.


It’s not the first time they’ve been in quarantine and it certainly won’t be the last, but this is definitely the most severe he’s seen. Scully’s burns make it look like she fought a mountain lion. She lies limply on the bed, pale enough that she looks near death.

Mulder waits by her bed because he feels like he owes it to her after bringing her on this hell trip, after the argument they’d had at the cabin. It’s easy to forget that there’s someone else at risk on these cases now. He’d never cared much when it was his own life in danger, but Scully has a family who worries about her, a future, a life not dedicated to the pursuit of the paranormal. She’s been put in danger, almost killed a few times, because of these cases, but this is the first time she’s ever been really, truly hurt, to the point of requiring a hospital stay.

Mulder waits by her bedside, trying to work on a crossword puzzle and mostly failing to keep his mind focused until a nurse comes to find him and insists that he go back to bed. He sighs petulantly; he’d wanted to be able to apologize when she woke up. Instead, he surprises himself and leans forward, kissing her forehead quickly. “Sleep well, Scully,” he mumbles before dragging his oxygen tank back towards his own room. They’ll have too much time to sleep, now.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a HCs of Yuri K, Yurio, Victor and Phichit where their s/o got in car accident but they can't sEE THEM BC THEYRE IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AHHHHH (thank yoU)

More angst, huh? Well, I secretly enjoy causing my followers pain, so I guess this works out, then. This was super interesting to write and I really like how it came out. This won’t really have a happy ending, just to let you know; it’s angst, after all. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request :3

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Viktor is constantly abroad because of his skating career, so it’s not unusual for you to be left alone at home while he’s away
  • You’re used to being alone and nothing bad ever really happens while Viktor is away, so when Viktor gets the call, it’s a shell shock all around
  • honestly if he got that phone call he’d probably laugh at first and ask if it were some kind of prank
  • As soon as he realized that yes, this was a real hospital, and yes, you were actually in a car accident, he tells the person on the phone that he consents to any and all care you need, no matter the cost
  • He makes sure you get the nicest room the hospital—large with a lot of windows—because he needs to make sure you’re comfortable while you wait for him to arrive; no price is too high for his baby
  • Viktor also requests that a bunch of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals are sent to the room so you know you’re not alone and that he’s coming for you
  • omg mr. extra™ strikes again even in the midst of tragedy ugh theres no stopping this lovely man i s2g
  • He gets on his knees and begs Yakov to allow him to leave the skating camp early; Yakov refuses, of course, because the skaters at the camp were promises Viktor Nikiforov, and dammit they’re going to get him
  • Viktor only offers him a smile and a chipper goodbye before going to pack his things to get on the earliest flight home available
  • and Yakov is gonna be furious but this is vitya we’re talking about; he should have expected this from him
  • Viktor covers himself with a blanket on the plane, softly crying into the fabric while he hopes with all of his heart that you’re doing okay; he makes a vow to himself to protect you and make sure nothing like this ever happens again

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • Yuri always feels guilty when he leaves you home while he travels for skating, but you manage to get through it
  • Being the worrywart he is, Yuri has a sixth sense when it comes to you and your safety and wellbeing, but his feelings usually betray him when he senses something
  • This time, though, his gut feeling rings true when he gets a call from a hospital back home, informing him that you were in a terrible car accident
  • can you imagine how devastated he’s be ???? with his anxiety already terrible from being in the midst of competition are already bad and ugh the poor baby ;-;
  • Thankfully, he’s already skated his short program, and he’s able to leave the rink to get back to his hotel room, where he turns off the lights and sits in the dark
  • Yuri sits on the floor, crying into his knees with sobs that wrack his entire body while he mumbles to himself about how sorry he is that he isn’t there for you and how he blames himself for what’s happened
  • omg but baby it wasn’t your fault ;-; ugh this angst is too much I’m sorry y’all
  • He keeps his phone near and waits for word from you; he’s so anxious to hear from you that he jumps out of his skin and scrambles to reach his phone every time it lights up from a notification
  • His mom calls him to see how he’s doing in competition, and he tells her about what happened to you, and she’s just as heartbroken as he is; she consoles him and assures him that he can see you tomorrow after he’s finished with completion
  • omg leave it to mama katsuki to make everything better ugh i love that woman ;-;
  • Yuri goes to bed with a shivering body, silently swearing to you that he’ll come to be with you the second his free program is over tomorrow

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Distance doesn’t really bother Yuri, as long as he knows he’ll be able to see you again soon; it’s always been manageable with phone calls and social media
  • Yuri is at a skating camp in Japan with he Russian Skate Squad™ and Yuuri when he gets the call from the hospital at home, telling him you’ve been in an accident
  • “Hold the fuck up. A car accident? (Y/N) was in a car accident? You’re full of shit. You’re lying to me. Assholes, who the fuck is this?”
  • Yuri feels sad after the person on the phone tells him this isn’t a joke, but it only lasts momentarily before every cell in his body is seething with rage
  • He storms out of the rink without warning or permission, not bothering to put his blade guards on or take of his skates
  • Yuri barges into a supply closet that he used to warm up before his face-off with Japanese Yuuri and slams the door behind him
  • He grabs a can of the cleaning spray they use inside of the rental skates and throws it as hard as he can at the wall, satisfied with the loud noise it makes on impact
  • and at this point he’s practically sobbing but he can’t feel it because his blood is boiling :( what an angry sad kitten ;-;
  • Yuri grabs anything and everything he can get his hands on, smashing them into the ground and the walls, screaming and yelling about how angry he is at the person who did this to you while tears stream down his cheeks
  • Yuuko finds him and begs him to calm down and to stop destroying her shit before bringing him to the locker room to calm down so she can clean the closet before they talk
  • Yuri sits on a bench in the locker room, hoping you’re safe and the person who caused the accident will suffer because of what they’ve done to his love

[Phichit Chulanont]

  • Phichit is back home in Thailand after his skating season for a short break before going back to Detroit when tragedy makes it’s way into his life
  • and he’s constantly texting you and sending you snapchats so like ???? the one second you don’t answer it’s already a red flag off for him
  • He receives a call from the hospital in Detroit, letting him know they have you in their care after a brutal car accident, and he doesn’t take it well at all
  • Phichit gets on the FaceTime app as fast as humanly possible, trying to reach you and see that beautiful face of yours
  • As soon as he realizes that you won’t be picking up any time soon, he goes to his camera roll, snapchat memories, and Instagram feed to look at any and all photos of you he has in his possession
  • and he’d start crying at the sight of your beautiful, healthy face because he suddenly misses you so much ;-; he just needs to know if you’re okay and it’s killing him :((((((
  • Unable to stand looking at simple photos, he goes to your contact and calls you over and over, biting his nails while he waits for the ringer to go to voicemail
  • Phichit listens to your voicemail greeting again and again, reveling in the sound of your voice and imagining that its actually you speaking into his ears
  • He leaves voicemails after every call, asking you how you’re doing, if you miss him, and he tells you how much he loves and misses you, and how he can’t wait to see you
  • and of course on every message he’s choked up and sobbing the entire time and ugh it’s so heartbreaking to think about ;-;
  • Phichit tells his family that his break will be ending a few days early—he needs to get back to Detroit to see you—before crawling in bed and clutching his phone to his chest, wishing to hear from you soon
Kuroshitsuji Harry Potter AU
  • Ciel: The boy who lived. After his parents died in a fire the most evil dark wizard in the world found Ciel and tried to consume his soul. Due to his late mother's love that also rescued him from the flames the dark lord couldn't touch Ciel tho. Yet the enounter has left the boy with a purple pentagram mark in his right eye. Slytherin.
  • Sebastian: The most evil wizard in the history of magic. 3 years ago he had tried to consume the soul of a scared innocent child, unexpected circumstances caused him to lose his physical form temporarily. Now he is back for revenge, and of course the young boy's soul.
  • Undertaker: He is the headmaster of Hogwarts and the most powerful wizard to have ever lived. He can see right through Sebastian and is the only one he is scared of. For being so extraordinarily powerful he is quite the goofball and he has a myserious interest in Ciel, probably also because he had an unknown relationship with Ciel's ancestors.
  • Soma: Ciel's best friend. He is a good wizard but somehow he appears kind of incompetent? Ciel trusts him anyway because Soma has never failed him before. Hufflepuff.
  • Sieglinde: Ciel's other friend. She's very book smart and supports Ciel with data knowledge that anyone would consider completely unnecessary to know who's not in as much trouble as they always are. Ravenclaw.
  • Grey: That dumb nasty Slytherin kid who likes to cause Ciel trouble just for the fun of it. He's also (secretly) a coward who's afraid of the dark, ghosts, and snakes...which is the animal he carries on his emblem.
  • Phipps & Brown: Those two are constantly, or rather only, found around Grey. It seems they could be much better characters if they didn't support Grey's actions so much. On the other hand they're not even doing much. Maybe they just don't know how to hold him back either?
  • Finnian: A very strong wizard who everyone would favoribly strip of his wand if they could. He is very powerful but since he can't control himself he's like a walking death threat. His favorite subject is herbolgy, he sucks at it tho. He is liked by everybody, preferably from afar. Hufflepuff.
  • Meyrin: An extremely clumsy girl whose wand is at a great getting stolen risk for the same reason as Finny's. Sorting her was quite difficult since the girl herself is always all over the place but in the end she got happy in Griffindor.
  • Snake: He speaks parsel which unsettles many students, other than that he only speaks to translate them, he weirds most people out. He is very close to Finny and his pals but also gets along with Ciel in his own house. Slytherin.
  • Bardroy: Explosions. He does't seem to manage a single spell, similarily to Finny and Meyrin mentioned afore, but once it comes to brute force and the ultimate distuction he and his two buddies Finny and Meyring are the first to be called upon. Griffindor.
  • Elizabeth: Soma's "little sister" who's had a crush on Ciel practically since forever. Ciel does't trust her to be able to handle his fate though currently he is beginning to see she can, which is good since, honestly, she's so powerful, she could cast him to the moon easily. Maybe he's only been caring too much. Either way, don't underestimate this witch. She's also an excellent Quidditch player. Griffindor.
  • Edward: Elizabeth's real older brother. He is the best boy you could find in the school, sadly his skills are almost nonexistant compared to all those powerful witches and wizards around him. He's practicing a lot, but somehow he only ends up causing his teachers trouble by leaving them his messes to fix. Griffindor.
  • Cheslock: He's just weird enough to be Professor Sutcliff's favorite. Well, he could have been if he wasn't such a trouble maker causing Grell to lose more than half of her house points just because of him. Ravenclaw.
  • Frances: Head of Griffindor House, transfiguration professor, and deputy headmistress. She's strict but fair. Don't you dare be late for her classes tho, and don't wave around your wand too much! She's the winner type, she accepts nothing less than perfection. She secretly cares about each and every one of her students very deeply.
  • Will: Head of Slytherin house. He basically always looks as if he hates his job and everything else. He's not talking much and most of the younger students are scared by his face. He's the potions master and will not allow mistakes or misbehaviour from his students.
  • Grell: Head of Ravenclaw house and Charms master. Grell's excentric but accepting and her only complaint is that her house color is blue. That doesn't stop her from only wearing read tho. The nastier student's of the school like to make fun of Grell, Grell's responses do usually cause Frances having to intervene.
  • Agni: Head of Hufflepuff house and herbology professor. He cares very deeply for his students, maybe a little too much. He uses his herbology skills mostly to cook. The nastier students of Hogwarts like to make fun of him but he doesn't care, he' much too good natured.
  • Tanaka: Keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts. He's basically just sitting arond drinking tea but for his lessons on magical beasts he can become quiet serious. Students who don't know how to behave learn.

morleysfreckles  asked:

okay okay but a fic where bellarke decide to get a puppy but can't decide on a breed and when they end up at the pound, are torn between like two dogs pretty pls!!

Thanks to the Internet for the puns and thanks to @selflessbellamy for being her awesome self and helping without realizing it!

From Raven:

ur gettin a dog???

with bellamy????

u realize hes gonna make tons of stupid puns??? how r u gonna survive this??

Clarke rolls her eyes as she reads Raven’s texts.

To Raven:

thanks for being overdramatic!!!

yes we’re getting a dog and it’s awesome and we’re gonna be the most precious family in town!

From Raven:

u used to be fun

Clarke rolls her eyes again and doesn’t bother answering. She turns to Bellamy, sitting next to her on the couch, his laptop on his knees. He has been searching “everything you need to know when getting a dog”.

“Raven thinks you’re gonna be insufferable because you’ll make tons of bad puns.”

“She’s right… It’s gonna be ruff” he answers grinning.

“Ugh” she groans while nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck.

He laughs softly.

“You sure about this though?” he can’t help to ask, a little anxious.

She brings her head up again and looks at him in the eye.

“Of course Bell. It’s gonna be great” she smiles.

“Pawesome!” he answers and she punches him in the arm. “Stoop! Okay so where do we start?”

“I think we should go to the pound” Clarke says “that way we’ll be helping a poor dog.”

Bellamy stares at her for a moment then.

“What?” She asks, almost defensive.

“I think I’ve never been more in love with you” he manages to say before surging to kiss her.

She makes a short noise of surprise and she’s laughing into the kiss.

“You’re an idiot you know that?” she breathes when he starts kissing her jaw and neck.

“You told me that before” he smirks. “I still happened to made you fall in love with me.”

“Yeah yeah you’re puuuurfect.”

Bellamy stops as soon as the word comes out of her mouth.

“You’re the most perfect woman on Earth.” And he starts kissing her neck again.

She has to force herself to push him.

“Bellamy… If we want to do this, we gotta do it now. Before I change my mind.”

He gets up immediately and takes her hand, already running and forcing Clarke to follow awkwardly after him.

“Let’s not lose any more minute. Try to keep it in your pants woman.”

“You were the one kiss-attacking me!”

“To the car!”

Clarke just laughs at his ridiculousness.

In the car, while Bellamy is driving, she checks her messages again.

From Raven:


why r u not answering

did bellamy kill you with his puns

that’s it isnt it


To Raven:

u were right!!! im going mutts!!!

From Raven:

friendship over

When Clarke tells Bellamy the exchange he has to stop to kiss her again.


At the pound, the girl welcoming them is really nice and takes the time to give them some information on the dogs they have. She tells them that’ll be better for them to take a puppy, easier to raise etc etc, and when Clarke meets the eyes of one she can’t disagree. The girl explains that most of the dogs they have here had a pretty rough – Clarke and Bellamy exchange a look and try not to laugh out loud – time, some of the dogs were beaten, some were abandonned. It breaks both Bellamy and Clarke’s hearts to hear that and they know they made the right choice by coming there. Their instincts to protect everyone will be a good use.

The only problem is that Bellamy and Clarke can’t seem to agree on what kind of dog they want. Obviously they want a small dog because they don’t have a garden yet and the poor dog would be just unhappy in their appartment.

Clarke has found a little jack russell that she finds a-do-ra-ble! It’s a boy and he starts licking Clarke’s hand as soon as Clarke kneels down to pet her.

But Bellamy has only eyes for the small beagle. This one is a girl and her ears are falling a little bit, she has been rescued from a dog fight – her first and only one thankfully – but she still has a small scar on her tail.

The girl from the welcoming desk lets them argue over which puppy is the cutest and will be the best companion for their future life and kids.

“Bellamy Blake I’m divorcing you if we don’t take this adorable boy into our house right now!”

“We’re not even married Clarke! Mine is cuter and must be protected at all cost. She’s been in a fight!!”

“Your intention is noble but your opinion is wrong.” She takes her puppy in her arms then and levels the puppy’s eyes to Bellamy’s to try to move him.

Bellamy reciprocates by doing the same with his puppy and the picture of them two holding their puppies to face the other would make their friends roll their eyes and laugh their ass off.

Clarke and Bellamy though don’t realize how ridiculous they are.

After an hour or two – yes hour – the girl comes back to see them arms crossed each on one side of the room staring at each other.

“Err… Have you guys decide? We’re closing soon, so…”

They both share a look, uncross their arms and come closer to the girl. Bellamy takes Clarke’s hand in his own when they say in the same time:

“We’ll take both of them.”


They name the puppies Picasso and Cleo because they are nerds and they’re embracing it.

In the ride’s home, after getting everything they needed for the dogs (plural!!!), Bellamy and Clarke agree on some rules to keep the eventual mess to a minimum.

No dogs on the bed (both Picasso and Cleo end up in their bed this very night).

They have to take turns on the potty training (Bellamy finally does it because Clarke can’t stay mad at the puppies long enough for them to understand that it is not okay to piss on their cushions).

They also have to take turns on which one of them is supposed to feed the dogs (and after Bellamy forgets for the third time Clarke just decide to do it every morning before going to work).

But mainly their goal is to annoy their friends as quickly as possible. Bellamy bets they wouldn’t bear with their puns more than two weeks. Clarke has even less faith in their friends’ patience and bets one of them will throw shoes at them the next time they hang out.

It’s the sentence “Whatevfur we’re so happy with the puppies, it’s very diffurrent from the cat I had in high school, furtunately Bellamy is pawesome with them! We’re gonna keep them furever!” that do it.

Both Miller and Raven throw their shoes at the laughing mess Bellamy and Clarke form in this moment.

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Riei Stellaworth Short Story Translation

[The Little Mermaid]

(。-ω-)ノ  Sorry for the long moment of inactivity, folks! School got really busy. but I’m back in business now (yay summer) and I’ll be posting a lot more translations!

щ(ಥДಥщ) This guy is such a damn piece of work, my gawd hahahah.  MY GAWD THIS STORY. щ(ಥДಥщ)  HE’S SOOOO. TRASHY. щ(ಥДಥщ)  AGHAGA RIEIIII. I’ll be translating them in order of the original CD releases. Special thanks to Deea for getting the raws~

The storm caused me to fall from the ship I was aboard. Death was impending; my body was sinking towards the ocean’s floor. I was destined to drown… …until a girl appeared out of nowhere. She held my body and navigated the ocean’s waters with such ease, as if a storm hadn’t exist. Upon arriving at the shore, the girl whispered to me.

“Oh dear prince, you’re safe now.”

Her voice was as lovely as a bell’s ring. My condition wasn’t so good. Having drunk a bunch of salty seawater, I found myself barely able to move. Though, I managed to open my eyes and they would see who owned that lovely voice――Opened they did and saw clearly did they. The girl. Her legs. She didn’t have the legs of a human being. My rescuer was a mermaid.

There was a sign of a person approaching, causing the mermaid to rush back into the sea. A different girl came to help me. At the time, I was delirious and thought she was the one who saved me. I then became engaged to her.

Well, I thought it was all in good. Not only did I have a fiance, but I could also play around. My palace could only give me so much amusement and what’s a man to do when there’s plenty of beautiful women around? Even if I’ll be married, no matter how much I played around with girls, not a single person had an issue with it.

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icouldbewicked  asked:

OMG I didn't notice Murdoc's red eye. Please give us more of that, Jamie. Anyway I mentioned the cover because it looks as if Russel is having to lit in the most effort of support 2D. I can't imagine the convo they with possibly Murdoc and Russ arguing on the position/who supports him most, until maybe Noodle takes control. And yes 2D has no shirt on. Now I wonder what Russ would say or so once 2D saw the cover.

(In reference to this Crack cover)

(ao3 link)

“I’mma hurl, mates.” 2D’s voice was slurred and mumbly even more than usual, the high-pitched intonations turned down and sloppy. He got like this, sometimes, but. Well, this was extreme, even for him. Either he was still hungover or he lied when he mumbled that he was in ‘right top sober shape’ earlier that morning. 

“If you ‘hurl’, yeah, I’m gonna push yer damn face in it.” Murdoc groused. He, too, was hungover, but that was a normal occurrence for him during press days. Any day, really. When your wake-up call was a screwdriver or some irish creamer, the sudden lack of it didn’t do well for anyone’s mood. 

2D groaned and leaned forward, his face squat against the front seat. They’d rented one of those nice luxury SUV’s while they were in the city, and the sun-tinted windows were coming in handy. Even so, he looked miserable. 

“Muds, I ain’t… I ain’t jokin.’ I need somethin.’” His voice was even quieter than usual. 

“I said shut u-”

“No you didn’t. Be quiet, Niccals. He don’t need the noise.” Russel looked at the back seat, glaring holes at both of them.

“Oh, he’s fine, Ho-” Murdoc paused, watching as 2D groaned and started rubbing his palms against his eyes. Uh-oh. That was a shitty sign. The last thing they needed was to cancel the photo shoot because their lead singer got a crippling migraine and had to lay down for three days. Shit. “Fuck.” 

He rustled around his bag, trying to find something, as Russel periodically glanced back at the two of them. His annoyance, too, turned to worry when he saw how bad off 2D was looking (”ironically green,” Noodle muttered, when Russel asked her to pay attention to what was going on).

“I told’ya, I’mma- I feel like shit,” 2D mumbled. He sounded pathetic, but then again, he usually did when he was sick.

“Can you at least wait until we get there? We’re gonna be late. You can- You can hurl in the bathroom, or something, right?” Russel asked, and was met with just another groan. 

Murdoc was still rummaging through his bag (something he seemed to take only to press circuits like this and seemed to have a little bit of everything in, if only he could find it), and finally came up victorious just as 2D rolled down the window and let out a disgusting bout of dry-heaves. 

Luckily, nothing came out, but still; Noodle gagged and Russel turned a little green at the noises he made. 

Murdoc pulled the singer back with a jerk, grinning triumphantly. 

“What’chu smilin’ for?” 2D asked plaintively. “All’a us are gonna look green in the pictures now.” 

“Nah, nah, mate, see? Just take this. Here, here, drink some water with it.” Murdoc handed him something, along with a water bottle. 

2D, maybe as a testament to some of his more nefarious practices, didn’t even question it, merely downing it and then drinking about half the water bottle to wash it down. He numbly handed the water bottle back (Murdoc, not expecting it, just let it drop to the floor of the slowly cluttering SUV), and pushed up against the back of Russel’s seat once more.

“You give him some ibuprofen, Muds?” Russel asked.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

“Good. We’re pulling in now. Hang in there, ‘D, you’ll feel better soon.”

2D gave a weak thumbs up through the middle divider of the front seat, and Murdoc just laughed. 

An hour and a half later and Russel finally keyed in to the fact that whatever Murdoc gave 2D, it was not ibuprofen. 

Sometimes, no matter how hard 2D tried to hide it, when he was not sober, his eyes would… Almost seem to reflect light differently. And now was no exception. Glassy and unfocused though they were, as usual, there was something more about them that meant no picture with him completely bare-faced would ever hit the stands. 

Murdoc just laughed about this fact, while Russel gave a world-weary sigh. It took Noodle to just slap a pair of glasses on his face and be done with it. 

The real problems didn’t arise until they were actually standing in front of the green screen and being told to pose. It wasn’t too abnormal for their gang to be dressed weird; especially 2D. Interviewers hadn’t just grown used to their, ah, unique way of answering questions, but their unique clothing styles, too. 

So shirtlessness, glasses, jeans and a propeller hat, while odd, held a kind of avant garde style to it that Crack could appreciate. 

2D being unable to stand up on his own, on the other hand, was an issue. Not to mention his incessant giggling. 

“I’m confiscating that ‘bag’ of yours after this,” Russel said out of the side of his mouth, grabbing the back of 2D’s pants when the man started to slide down, like his legs couldn’t hold him up. 

“Aw, fuck off, he isn’t tryin’ to puke now, is he? I count that as a marked improvement. 

“Hm.” Russel hummed, annoyed, and when he got 2D standing again, said, “’Least you can do is help hold him up.”

They all fidgeted for a while, trying to get maneuvered, while 2D giggled and generally flailed (”like a giant idiot,” as Murdoc put it, and Noodle fixed with “an idiot you created, Muds, so I don’t know what that makes you”). 

The photographers clearly weren’t getting anything good, and they were all getting increasingly annoyed, so eventually Noodle just huffed, stood back and watched the boys fall and then nodded. “Russ, you stand there, let Chee lean against you. Muds? Stand in front of him, help pin him in. I’ll keep him straight.” 

The resulting image? Weirdly posed and not altogether composed, but at least everyone looks alive. Murdoc and Russel even look like they’re approaching happiness, and 2D, while looking manic as hell, is at least presentable. More than usual, maybe; it’s amazing what the lack of anxiety does to that kid’s smile. Noodle, for her part, thinks she looks…. Well, odd, but it could be worse. 

They could all be taking pictures stinking of 2D’s vomit. 

Still. They’re all going to have to have a very long, very serious talk about the presence of anything other than ibuprofen in the house (or on the road) from here on out. Regardless of hangover status.

Jon and Sansa in the late hours, evading sleep and sharing stories.

He turns in his bed for the umpteenth time, searching for sleep but sleep evades his grasp. His eyes are heavy with fatigue but he can’t bring himself to close his eyes. There is only darkness and shadows that dance beneath his eyelids. Sleep is strangely similar to death. The silence, the nothingness, the end of all existence and thought. The moment he sleeps, he is dead once more.  There are no colours, no dreams, none of those things exist for dead men.

He tries to push all thoughts of death and nothingness out of his mind but the thoughts are relentless, they creep through the cracks in his mind, slipping in just like winter. He squeezes his eyes, desperate for something, anything truly. He wishes he knew what it was that he wanted but his desires and wants are unknowable to him. He does not know if it is because death has stolen his memories of all human desires or needs or if it because the things of men are now barred to him. The answers evade his reach, frustratingly close and yet still so unknown and far away. He doesn’t know the answers, perhaps, he never will. All that he knows is that death has made him a strange creature.

There is a hesitant knock at the door and he pushes himself up, grateful for the sudden interruption. He hurries to the door, not caring that it is late, only relieved that he is able to escape his thoughts for but a moment. He opens the door, opening his mouth to greet whoever it is but his words die in his mouth at the sight of who it is. It’s Sansa, wrapped up in a blanket, her head poking out. For a moment, he sees the girl from his childhood, the one who had used to sneak into his room before she learned her courtesies and his place. The memory cuts sharply at some unknown space in his chest.

“Sansa?” He asks cautiously. The girl before him juts out her chin, a stubborn look in her eyes but he sees the fear that burrows itself into her eyes. She trembles before him and he pretends that it is because she is cold. Sansa had never trembled before, not even when she was most scared. His throat goes tight every time he allows himself to wonder where she learnt how to tremble.

“I can’t sleep.” Her words are simple and plain but something inside him moves at her statement. He nods, moving out of the way and she steps into the room, wrapping the furs around her tightly. He stares at her, watching her as she studies their father’s, his chambers. From this angle, beneath the shadows, she looks like Arya. It is funny, they’re both so different but there was so much of Arya in Sansa. There are flashes of their little sister so quick and sudden that it makes him feel dizzy. The jut of her chin, the shape of her eyes, the snap of her voice, even the defiance in her eyes. Standing before him and shouting, her voice loud and girlish, just as his little sister had once done before her mother. He closes his eyes, the pain twisting and sharper than any knife. If he could close his eyes, if she could remain in the shadows, then it would be so easy to imagine it is Arya instead. His little sister sneaking into his room because of nightmares, eyes like his, pleading and tearful.

But they are only flashes and illusions cannot last. You can’t live in the shadows forever and Sansa speaks.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Sansa’s voice is quiet and gentle. Disappointment and guilt twists in his stomach. It was wrong and cruel to pretend it was Arya, he thinks to himself. Sansa isn’t his little sister but she is his sister still and somebody he loves.

“It’s fine. I couldn’t sleep either.” Sansa smiles at him, so small that for a moment that he thinks it is another shadow or illusion. “Do you want to get into the bed?” Sansa nods and climbs onto the bed.

 He watches her for a moment before joining her. She faces him, wide and blue eyes watching him, Tully eyes, Lady Stark’s eyes. He slips in beside her, grateful that the phantom of her mother doesn’t suddenly appear between them. All he sees is Sansa, her eyes still wide and fearful. She looks more girl than woman when he’s this close to her. The freckles that dusted her cheeks when she was a child are still there. The bony knees, even the way that she digs her sharp and bony knees into his side is familiar and known.

He brushes a hand against her cheek but she stiffens at his touch. She soon relaxes though.

“I’m glad that you still have your freckles,” he whispers to her. Sansa grins, a wide one that shows all her teeth, the white standing out against the dark.

“I’m glad too,” she whispers back. He traces a finger over each freckle just as he had done when he was a boy and she openly loved him. “I wouldn’t have wanted to lose the love of the stars.” He freezes, surprised. When they were children he had told her that the stars had loved her so much that they had kissed her cheeks, leaving freckles in their place. He had traced and joined each freckle, drawing the constellation across her face.

“You remember.” Sansa nods, her smile softening into something more adult and less known.

“How could I forget? I had the very constellation upon my face. It used to make me feel less alone,” she confesses. His tongue goes heavy with the weight of his words. He wants to bury his head under the ground, pretend that Sansa was safe, pretend that she’s still a little girl but it is impossible. Sansa’s eyes are always sad and there are curves where there had once been pointy bones and skin. She is still Sansa, not even the layer of frost or her mask could hide away that girl.

“I’m glad that you didn’t forget, that it made you feel better.” They fall back into a silence that envelopes them both. Neither has mentioned their pasts. It is easier to ignore and forget the other’s pain in the same way it is simpler to forget that they’re both still broken. They are dancing on the edge, avoiding the truth and evading sleep. It is an edge that they are trying their best not to fall off, even if that means pushing the other down first.

“I’m glad too and I’m glad that I have you here with me.” He hears the raw honesty in her voice. It burns every shadow in his mind, casting light everywhere. It is perhaps that, the sudden light that releases the onslaught of words trapped in his throat.

“I wouldn’t be able to, do this without you, be on my own.” His chest is heavy from the weight of the truth. It leaves him aching and sore. It leaves him wanting to retreat into the shadows but Sansa doesn’t let him. Her hand slips into his own, gentle and questioning, loose as if she is waiting for him to choose what happens next. He wraps his fingers around her own. His grip is tighter than it should be but her grip is just as tight, her nails digging into his skin as if to remind him that this is real. Within the shadows and darkness, they are real.

“I’m broken, though. I’m not the same Sansa.” He looks up and into her eyes and for a moment he is struck silent. For a moment, he sees her as she was when she was a child. Her eyes are wide and open and trusting. It is those eyes that she used to watch their father and Robb with and it is those eyes that are focused on him now. She trusts him just as she did their father, just as she did with Robb. The weight of this revelation strikes him with something he had forgotten existed, something he hadn’t felt since he came back.


“Perhaps, we’re all broken now. Maybe it doesn’t have to be bad,” he says. Her eyes widen at what he says and realisation dawns on her face. Perhaps, we are all broken and maybe that means nothing. Maybe all it truly means is kindness and bravery and strength. Maybe it makes kingdoms out of all us, is what he means to say, what he hopes she hears and he thinks that she does, but there is still that stubborn glint. That glint that reminds him achingly of Arya.

“Something loosened inside me when I watched Ramsay get eaten by his dogs,” she says suddenly. He knows what she is trying to push him away, disgust him. Sansa has always been good at turning the most innocent of things into weapons.

“He deserved it.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad that he died. He deserved it.”

“He did,” she says simply.

“You aren’t a monster for this. You aren’t a monster for being happy.” Sansa’s lower lip trembles but she does not reply this time.

There are still questions that he wants to ask her and things he wants to say but he curls his fingers over hers instead. There is a time for honesty and there is a time for shadows and there are some answers that are best left unknown. Answers that deserve to be kept close to one’s heart. He remembers Sansa’s eyes, though, large and trusting and so blue and he knows that one day she will tell him her story and one day he will tell her his. This is the time for bravery and darkness though and so he closes his eyes, ready to be brave, ready to face the darkness.

very very quick & unbeta’d fic for the mavinseg event happening at @mavinsegtrash! day 1 is fahc au, so here’s some of that:

Meg goes into the warehouse alone.

It had been an argument, because a lot of things between the four of them devolve into arguments sooner or later, but Michael had been outvoted. There was no way to throw a block of C4 undetected, and no way to guarantee that everyone inside would die no matter how determined Michael was to keep them all outside.

“Then I’ll go with you,” Michael had said, frustrated.

It had been Gavin that stepped in that time. “I’ll be on the roof,” he’d replied. “She doesn’t need you bumbling about inside, come on.”

Michael huffed, but he knew when to call a loss a loss, and Meg had pecked him on the cheek as consolation.

So that leaves Meg, now, in a neat pencil skirt and a shirt that shows off her cleavage, entering the building alone. Her glasses are on, hair up in a neat bun. She’s holding a briefcase. She knows how to play any part she wants, and today it’s the secretary they need, not the assassin.

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