it probably has a three minute scene where he's just shaking from crying so much

Sunday 21st of May 2017

So i’d like to apologise in advance for the state of this recap as i was crying through out entire act 3 and 4 and the fact that most of my attention went to Jamie. However, im gonna try anyway and some facts are derived from things i heard others say.

The emotions started already with the opening music and the potters arriving on stage. I nearly lost it at the sight of them but managed to contain myself. During scene two, were Noma was apparently crying already and had to turn around to compose herself (i missed this bc the too busy staring at jamie part) And i got the feeling that jamie and poppy were holding each other more firmly here.

Then enter scorpius. I had never seen James as Scorpius before so that took a bit to getting used to, but she had me in tears during the scene where astoria died, which had never ever happened before. I just broke there, which resulted into my first tears of the day.

Upon act six i started to realise that Jamie pulled of his glasses to wipe at his eyes a lot. I thought it mightve been me but it kept on going and others seemed to have picked up on it too. I guess he was really emotional, but then again, the entire theatre was. During this scene sam actually also fell of the stairs when Delphi came in, which i had never seen to this extent before, but it definitely made for a good scene.

During the next scenes the emotions even came more apparent, when it came to the nightmares and the way jamie reacted after the famous line about albus being his son. He seemed more hurt and seemed to plead even more emotionally than he did before and that carried through to the next scenes and jamie seemed sad and with his mind there a bit even still at the extraordinary wizarding meeting.

The polyjuice scene was brilliant and got massive, massive cheers. Jamie absolutely killed it and i loved the look on his face when Ron/albus started going on about a baby. It was really obvious he both did not want to be there and was also surprised about the turn of events and i dont think ive ever seen him bolt away from that so fast. And then during the riddle part themselves… they all were glorious. Jamie fucking killed it. The happy and high notes he made when speaking aa scorpius… it was again a sight to behold.

Act two had jamie being more emotional during nightmare scènes again than i ever saw him before and it was really painful to watch because you could actually feel his pain. It was terrible and all i wanted to do was hug the man.
I also happened to notice jamie kept holding his wand in his right hand, but did it with his left at the end of part 2. I wonder what that all is about…
Anyway jamie got me all to the point of tears again when hé was with albus in the hospital wing, which actually didnt help much at all because james was full on crying at points during the staircase ballet which had be bloody crying all over again. SHe really hit me there and it was just painful to watch.

The audience had to laugh when alex was smiling about harry doing most of the cooking, but it was really funny to watch because jamie was looking over at him like ‘what?’.
But then james played it up again in the libary and the entire rant about his mother had multiple people sniffing if the sounds in the audience where anything to go by. You could really feel the pain she was projecting. It was amazing.

Noma and Paul on the staircases were just really sweet and yet again i thought that there was going to be a kiss but unfortunately that didnt happen :(

Enter annabel. Annabel has been fucking nailing it as both Delphi and myrtle so im very glad shes staying on. Today she was myrtle again and she really pulled it out of the park, especially when she said the line about being impartial about a certain Malfoy and the reaction she had to both draco and harry. She completely stole the scene to the point that i was not watching jamie as much (which probably says a lot) And when the scene ended and the lake scene went up a massive cheer came from the audience for her performance. And with massive i mean massive.

Before act three i hardly saw people who werent hugging and crying and bring all sort of emotional. For me it felt like huge weight was pressed on my chest and that was the moment i knew i was not gonna be fine. Sure enough, within the first seconds of act three i was a blubbering mess and that did not stop until it was over.

James killed it in the alternate reality and the tears really started to flow when it came to astoria again. It looked like Paul bentall was honest to god crying when it came to the lily ,mention as his shoulders seemed to be shaking and then the following was just as emotional (even though the audience got yet again to laugh at nomas giggle and pauls the universe rests on neville line).

The romione kiss was the best one i had seen up until then and it was a shame when the dementors came bc i really thought it mightve gotten heated. James seemed to be crying or near tears again after having witnessed it all and snape got one massive cheer after he got rid of umbridge. Like truly massive. I think he changed his line a bit there too but im not entirely certain there.

James was amazing when everything got back to normal and there were massive laughs when hé adressed them all.
But then the scene with mcg. Poppy seemed to be comforting noma and then i cried even harder between cherelle and noma because it was so emotional and i think noma was crying and cherelle maybe too and gooood. Ive never seen it played so well.
Meanwhile jamie got me in tears the following two scènes and i think he was starting to lose it there because he pulled off his glasses so much.

CUE ACT THREE SCENE SEVENTEEN. I think every romione shipper loves it because of the entire renewal part and they took it up big time yesterday. First we got to laugh about the Ron being drunk line and then Paul went fucking down on one knee when hé threw out the line, which got massive whoops from the entire audience. The kiss was also a sight to behold. What a kiss.

The crucio scene was really painful to watch too. It was horrid to see them all in pain and then they threw it up a notch when craig died, with james actually pressing her face to the floor.

Cut to extraordinary meeting second go around.
This was truly hard. Noma was choking up on her last lines here with Paul comforting her. She could hardly get her lines out as she was so emotional and that made it really painful to watch. It caused many people to tear up again if the sniffing was anything to go by.
Aand then jamie and dumbledore. Ill never not get emotional at that and even when draco entered later i was still in full cry mode while jamie took forever to put his glasses back on his face.

The help shouting part was brilliant as always and then back to Jamie and poppy bc yknow, my attention. When jamie said the line about the shrine poppy honest to god seemed close to tears. She managed to compose herself enough but the emotions on her face were absolutely real. The kiss was absolutely intense too. Fuck i love their chemistry so much.

Godrics Hollow Time! Alex once again got the audience in stitches with his farmers market comment and then when they all got into the right time and poppy was running up to albus i swear she was crying. It was so hard to watch and james and alex also seemed to be hugging so hard.
Poppy remained an emotional mess during the Church scene and there was a really tight hug between her and jamie where poppy was crying after she told him that she was happy to discuss just how lucky he was.

And then the last scenes… they were all messes when it came to jily. James was standing there shocked with his mouth open and jamie was yet again held upright until lily died and he collapsed to the floor. And the scene after that he literally did not stop crying still. Kept wiping his nose and eyes and then sam was starting to get emotional too.
I was literally crying so hard because of that i was unable to scream at all until cherelle came up, visibly crying, and when i thought the audience could not possibly get louder than they already were they proved me wrong when the Final five came up. The cheers were massive. Wands went up in the air. The cast was crying. They came back three or four times for applause and then it was a mad dash to stagedoor.

I wont say much about that, aside from the fact that when secufity told people at the front jamie was coming a cheer went up so loud we at the back wonderen what was going on until word travelled and we got news jamie was on his way - proven one minute later when hé and noma jogged around to our end to start with us so we wouldnt have to wait as long. The cheers for him went wild and werent even as loud for jack and John who showed up for stagedoor as well.

All in all it was one massive show and i was so glad i flew out for it again. I wouldnt have missed it for the world and im gonna miss this cast so much.

Thanks for everything. Thanks for portraying the characters so Dear to our hearts so well and went above and beyond with them. Thank you for this experience. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

Could you write some jonny taking care of sick patrick?

Dear anon, the story kind of run away from me. I blame it partially on the fact that I have written a similar fic before & I was struggling to come up with something entirely new. The other part of the blame falls on this that has been stuck in my head for a few days.

So it became an almost 3500 words of Jonny and de-aged, sick Patrick -mess.

I’m not sure it’s what you were looking for but I hope you’ll still enjoy it and maybe I can make it up to you another time.

My askbox will be open for prompts for the foreseeable future. 

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Race Against Time: Chapter 2

Jungkook feat. Reader and the rest of BTS

Genre: Thriller, Darkfic

Warning: This fic is about murder cases, and may include some graphic imagery. Please read with caution.

Word Count: 5,424 words

Chapter 1 | 2


This is not good.

Not only is this the third girl they have found dead in less than a month, the flock of people gathered around the taped-off crime scene that is growing by the second guarantees that the death of this poor young woman will not be kept under wraps. Jungkook suppresses a sigh. The press will have a field day, and with both the media and the public badgering him and his team for details of the ongoing investigation it will only hamper their progress. There is nothing he can do about it, though.

“Well?” He prompts the blond man crouching beside him.

“Well…” Namjoon answers as he gingerly examines the victim’s neck with his gloved hands. “As you can see, the length and the depth of the gash is similar to the other girl we found a month ago. What was her name again? Susannah Johnson.” Jungkook agrees and motions for the medical examiner to continue. “See how the slit is shallower here, and deeper here? The cut on Miss Johnson is also like that, which suggests that the killer, or killers of these girls severed their throats with the right hand while holding her the same way, using similar amount of pressure.” Namjoon rests his arms on his knees and turns to Jungkook. “If you ask me, I’d say it’s the same guy. What do you think?”

Eyeing the victim’s blonde hair and ears adorned with striped hoop earrings, her large white shirt paired with blue shorts down to her bare feet, Jungkook is honestly inclined to agree with Namjoon, but he has to consider all possibilities. “We should never rule out the possibility of a different murderer. However, I think it’s best that we assume that another girl is out there somewhere, dying as we speak.”

“Damn, he’s toying with us,” Namjoon mutters.

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Waiting (Yoongi Angst)

*I’m just generally an emotional wreck*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1,238 words~

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6  | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12 | Pt. 13


That’s how many nights he has come late. No warning but he wouldn’t come home until the early hours of the morning.

You were understanding, knowing that was the dedication to his work that you can’t compete with nor can you complain about it.

You knew what you were getting into when you decided to be with him. When you said you were going to stay by his side, not leaving him alone.

You love him, in fact you might have loved him more than you loved yourself. It was too scary to love this, to know that you were putting yourself out like this for him.

But he didn’t notice?

He worked, his nose into a paper, his back towards you, the lyrics on his page were more important than the words he could speak.

Why do you keep beating around the bush? He was just distant.

And you felt it to the deepest part of your core.

This isolation. It was like you were on an island that he only knew about, your connection to the world beyond the island. Without him, you’re completely alone and his presence made you feel like you were connected.

But you couldn’t free yourself, you didn’t want to be free.


That’s how many times you’ve called him today. Every call sent to voicemail and your anxiety just heightened.

Was he coming tonight? Maybe you’ve pissed him off and he won’t.

It wouldn’t be the first time he didn’t come home.

It would be-


Yes, the tenth time he hasn’t come back. Not that you mind the fact you were silently weep yourself to sleep. You would feel the heavy weight of your thoughts, ready to sink.

How could he leave us just to sink like this?



“Why aren’t you asleep? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“Tell me, Yoongi. Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Staying away from home for a long time and not coming home sometimes.”

“I work, Y/N. Believe me, I’m not having fun and playing around. I thought you knew that.”

“Sometimes it just feels like..”

“It feels like what?”

“You won’t be there for me.”


“I called you multiple times and you haven’t answered a single phone call. I get that you have work but some nights you don’t even come home. This relationship was supposed to be the two of us, not you and me on two different spectrums. I feel so isolated from you.”

“Y/N..” You didn’t notice the tears that were falling. There was a beauty in sadness, it reminds us of how we feel. Whether something is unfair to you, unforgiving, or just enough to make tears run down your cheeks. It makes you human.

“Babe, I’m sorry. Please, don’t..”

“Don’t touch me..”

“Y/N, I know I’m probably the shittest boyfriend you’ll ever have. I drown myself into music and forget that you’re waiting for me. But I don’t know what it’s like. I don’t know what it’s like to have someone that waits for, someone that only sees me and would never waver. I don’t know how to love someone like you.”

Someone like you.


“I-I have to go.”


“I’ll come back later.” You rushed to his retreating figure, missing him by a fraction of a second. The door closed and all you could feel was the distance between you two.

He was close to you, an arms reach away but now it felt like a million miles. Why can’t you reach him?

You rejected his touch, knowing how easy it was for you to just let these feelings of sadness slip away. These feelings would only return and you find yourself back to where you were before.

How did this happen? How could you go from being his other half to feeling like a prisoner? You could break free but you knew there was no way you could leave him.

Especially in your current situation, your hand unconsciously rubbing your stomach. You need to fight for this, just one last time before you could..


That’s how many hours it’s been since he walked out the door.

You grabbed your phone, texting Jin and praying that Yoongi just went to the dorms.

Oh, hey Y/N.
Okay, what’s wrong?
All I said was ‘hey’..
Y/N, we’ve all noticed how sad you are. I mean you rarely come out of your apartment and your boyfriend has been going to the studio every time he’s free
I don’t know how to reach for him anymore. I would wait until I couldn’t and fall asleep. I don’t want to cry right now but I can’t help feeling…well helpless.
Did you try talking to him?
He just left a few hours ago and I was hoping that he was at the dorms so you could help me coax him out.. I don’t want to make a scene
I think you know where he is.. I’ll make sure that nobody else is there when you two talk
Thank you
Anytime, Y/N. We’ll always be here for you, good luck!

You felt a bit better going into this, driving to the studio. Nostalgia washed over you when you were in the early stages of dating and he finally left you come over to the studio. He amazed you with his skills, charming you and you would wait in anticipation for the next time he would call you over.

It’s funny how much waiting you’ve done for him. You were always waiting, doting on him.

You arrived, walking the path you knew all too well and opening the door. The Yoongi you were about to see was different, transformed by music and isn’t the same one you knew. You loved this side of him all the same but it felt like this is the only side to him.


“Shit. Y/N.”

“Oppa, I think we should take- Oh, who’s this?”

“Can you leave us alone for a minute?”

“Okay..” She turned her heel and you looked at him. You were just over analyzing the situation, he couldn’t possibly be cheating on you. He wouldn’t do that to you, right?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not true, right? You’re not..” He won’t meet your eyes. He was, he totally was and you had no clue. All those late nights that you thought were in the studio was spent on another girl.

A girl prettier, sweeter and better than you.

“You.. I can’t believe you. I’m really stupid, aren’t I? And to think that.. We..”

“We what?”

“I’m pregnant, Yoongi.”

“We’re having a kid?”

“No. I’m having a kid and unfortunately it’s yours,“ you could feel your blood beginning to boil but you still felt chained to your weakness. Him.

“I came here because I thought I could fight for you, make things right but you didn’t want us anymore. You just threw me away.”


“Don’t, Yoongi. Just don’t. Your actions have said enough. Besides, you shouldn’t keep her waiting for too long.” You walked away from him, each step crushing you. Your body felt like broken glass, shattered and scattered.

You drive home, making it through the front door before your body gave in. The sobs were uncontrollable, your tears were like an abundant waterfall and your body was shaking.


He was the one that hurt you this much.

~Admin Blake

Invisible Part Two

A/N: Um so I’m making this a three part thing please don’t kill me *hides behind table* I really liked this request and I’m glad you liked the first part. I heard this one song and it made me want to write another part and I promise you will get the fluff!! I’m really sorry to keep you waiting so thank you for being patient!!!

Song: Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons


Daryl wanted to crumble when you turned around and said goodbye. He wanted to grab you and tell you he didn’t mean it and that he loved you more than anything he ever had. He knew he probably just crushed you in the worst possible way, you trusted and loved him with your whole heart and he just threw it all away.

As you made your way to the camp with your head down and body visibly shaking even from Daryl was, he walked to the car and got into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

After they lost sight of the farm, Rick turned to Daryl, a hard look in his eyes. “What the hell was that?”

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“It always gets better eventually” (Pete Wentz)

Based Off of the Request: Could you do one where you’re Pete’s daughter and like home you suffer from bipolar and anxiety. So like one day on your you have like a really bad panic/anxiety attack and he helps calm you down?

PSA: I have never had a panic attack, so if I wrote this experience of having a panic attack incorrectly, I’m sorry, and let me know how to make it more accurate~ 


I can’t cry anymore. Not because I feel better, or I’ve moved on, but more because I’ve cried so much in the last two days that my resources are tapped dry. Thank God school is on break, I don’t think I could handle dealing with everyone, hearing them talk. I definitely couldn’t handle seeing Him, or Her for that matter.

My family doesn’t know how to handle it, but then again neither do I. I never had a lesson in   What to Do if Your Boyfriend Cheats on You with Your Best Friend, and yet here I am, stuck feeling horrible with no relief. My family all takes a different approach. My mom  doesn’t say much, just comes in the room and quietly sits with me, strokes my hair, and tells me how much she loves me, my little brothers, despite not knowing what happened, run in and hug me tightly every once in awhile, sometimes presenting their superhero toys like they’ll save the day. Both are great, but no matter what, nothing makes me feel better. My Dad attempts to cheer me up, putting on my favorite movies or music, telling me dumb jokes, or just trying to get me to talk to him. He’s managed to make me laugh, no doubt, but as soon as the laugh ends, the memories swoop back in.

Right now I sit on the couch in our living room, staring at nothing, music playing quietly in the background. Somewhere in my mind I register how late it is, my brothers went to bed hours ago, in fact I think the only one still awake aside from me is Dad, meaning it must be 2 or 3 in the morning. I should probably go to bed, but I don’t.

I wrap a blanket tight around me, and try to focus on whatever bad late night show is on the TV screen, but the memories take over, like they have been for the last two days. I’m staring above the TV, at the pictures on the wall, but that’s not what I see. Instead, I relive. Sometimes the best memories- the first time He kissed me, our last date, our trip up to the mountains. Or when I met Her in middle school, and how we were instant best friends, with countless sleepovers, parties, and games. But mostly, I remember my most recent, and worst, memory of the both of them flood my vision, relentless.

The walk into His house, wanting to surprise Him. But instead of seeing Him sitting at the desk or listening to music in His room, I see the scene that loops in my head now. Their lips pressed together, one of His hands pulling Her leg around his waist, her hands twisted in his hair, and their clothes on the bedroom floor. The look of shock as the two of the people I love most in the world realize I’m standing in the doorway. After that is a blur, I don’t remember getting home. All I know is that I ended up there, and sobbing into Dad’s arms, but stopping him from  going to kick His ass, no matter how much he wanted to.

The more the scene runs through my head, the more details I remember. Her blonde hair across his bed, the music playing in the background, his hair sticking to his forehead, the total lack of apology in their eyes as they notice me.

The images flash through my head, and the tears actually start again. I breath quickly,too quickly. I know what’s coming next, and yet ironically, knowing a panic attack is coming only makes me panic more. My stomach turns and tightens, I try to rise from the couch, but between the fast breathing and my heart about to explode, I feel faint. I drag myself up anyway, knowing Dad is the only one who can help me when this happens. I drag myself over to the door to his music studio, blackness creeping into my vision. My legs are shaking, quaking like they’re ready to give up, so I drop to the ground outside of the door. I pull my knees up to my chest, trying to stop the shaking, and reach out one arm and weakly knock on the door. Nothing happens.

“Dad!” I yell out, panicking even more as my chest tightens and the blackness tries to take over my vision. Immediately the music stops, and a second later the door bursts open, and he rushes out of the door, initially looking over to the couch where I was a few minutes ago. He sees me curled up on the ground and immediately drops to the floor next to me.

“Alright alright, (Y/N), look at me, it’s okay”  He says gently, putting his hands on my shoulders.

I look up at him, but i’m still hyperventilating and it’s hard to focus.

“It’s alright, honey, you’re going to be fine.You’re having a panic attack, so just like the last time,  I need you to focus and try to breathe normally first, okay?”

I shakily nod my head yes as he starts counting, “ Okay breath in, 1,2,3, breathe out. Breathe in, 1,2,3 breathe out.” he continues for several breaths and eventually my breathing slows.

The blackness fades to the edge, and I can finally catch my breath, but I’m still shaking and internally screaming. Dad grabs my hands and has me look at him,

“Okay you’re doing great, now let’s follow our plan, alright? The same thing that works every time. Name three things you can see” he instructs me, gently,

“M-my hands, you, and um, the c-carpet” I force out

“Perfect, now name three things you can hear”

“Uh, the TV, your voice, the music “ I say, a little less shakily.

“Perfect, now finally two things you can feel”

“The wall on my back, our hands” I say.

“Perfect now think of those things- is there anything to be afraid of?”

“No” I say quietly, still trying to control my breathing.

“Right, now, what is happening?”

“I’m having a panic attack, and that’s okay. I know it’s not my fault, but I also know there is nothing to be afraid of” I say clearly, starting to feel better as I say the reassuring words.

“Good, now just relax, and we’ll stay right here until it fades okay?” he says, moving next to me. I nod and hug him, burying my face in his shoulder.

He kisses the top of my head, and rubs my back, murmuring encouraging words. Finally, I can breathe normally again, the blackness disappears completely, and I don’t feel like fainting.

We sit there quietly for a minute, the music still playing behind us.

“I’m sorry” I whisper, ashamed at my own weakness

“You have nothing to be sorry for sweetie,” He says quietly, hugging me tighter, “ These attacks aren’t your fault, and you’re not alone either. I used to get them all the time, I know what it feels like.But just remember, no matter how hard it is now, it always gets better eventually.”

RS#59 “Growl” (ft. EXO’s Sehun) (3/5)

Genre(s): Romance, AU

Warning(s): None ATM

Your heart was beating loudly, thumping against your ribcage in increasing succession. You were awake; in your head you were awake, but somehow your limbs weren’t listening to your will.

Like a prisoner in your own mind.

Your eyes were open and yet your lids were closed. You were forcing yourself to open your eyes, but something keeps weighing you down, pressing against your body. You’ve experienced sleep paralysis before, but never like this. It felt like you were going to suffocate to death.

“Y/N!” your eyes popped open and the first thing that greeted you was Sehun’s frantic gaze as he gripped your shoulders. He’s been shaking you awake for at least one minute, before you opened your eyes in the midst of a breathless scream.

“What happened?” you asked as you sat up properly, he could see that your pupils were shaking as it tried to focus on his face.

“That’s what I wanted to ask you. I could hear your heartbeat from the living room.” He said, as if that was the most normal occurrence in the world. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I… I think so.” You said as you took in huge breaths, trying to calm yourself down. “I passed out on you, right? What happened after that?”

He shrugged and you wondered how he always remained so nonchalant. Was this how one will be once you’ve lived through a few centuries? “Nothing much. I just took your things from him and went inside.”

You looked at him for second, “You’re lying, but you made him leave, so I guess that’s enough.”

“Are you feeling better? You should go back to sleep. It’s 5 AM. You have to leave in two hours.” He said the words as if he was reciting the words from a script. You knew that he was sincerely worried about you, but at the same time, he didn’t want to stress you out any more.

“I can live without those two hours. Besides, I’m too awake to go back to sleep.” You rambled, not knowing if he even understood what you meant.

He nodded, sitting at the edge of your bed, unsure of what to do with himself now. You took that moment of silence to observe what seems to be brewing in his head. You’ve been staying with Sehun for a good three weeks now and most of the time, you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking behind his stoic face. However, you’ve been pretty good at catching one expression.

“What is it? There’s something you want to ask, I can almost hear it.” You declared confidently and you were sure you took him by surprise.

“I… no.” he hesitated and look at your expectant face, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Sure, it’s not worse than a sprained ankle, right?” you wiggled your foot under the blanket and a small smile flickered on his lips. “Wait!” you held up a hand… “Before you ask that, sit here with me.”…and tapped the space beside you. “You’re more than 700 years old already, you’ll hurt your back doing that.”

“I’m fine.” He turned away from you to straighten his back. You were sure you heard a crack.

“Sehun-ssi, come here.” You commanded, but strangely, he remained rooted to the spot. “Huh? Are you resisting me?”

“No.” he said in a low tone. “It’s just your control over me got weaker.”

“Weaker? Why?”

He coughed, you realized much later that he does that when he’s about to say something awkward. “It’s because you kissed me.”

You probably blinked 10 times in three seconds, before the scene where you actually kissed him so passionately flashed in your head’s cinema. You thought you heard your neurons applaud you.  

“One of my hyungs said that the possible logic behind it is that the line between owner and pet becomes blurry and I become less of a pet and more of a… companion.” That short pause meant that he had a different word in mind and your heart had already come up with a comprehensive (possibly over-reaching) list of alternatives. “The more that we… ‘blur’ this line, the less your control will be.”

“D-Does this mean you’re completely free from my commands?” you tried to copy his calm tone, but yours came out as a stutter.

“No, but your will has to be really strong for it to work.”

“Does that mean you don’t wanna sit beside me?” Ah, why do you not have control over your mouth?

But Sehun rewarded you with a smile and sat beside you over the covers. “Happy?”

You averted his attempt to meet your gaze and crossed your arms over your chest. “So, what were you going to ask me?”

“Ah, that… why were you with your ex-boyfriend in the first place? Didn’t you break up?” He didn’t even stutter and you wondered why he even hesitated.

“You know, I can’t decide whether you’re insensitive or what.” You commented, hoping to change the topic, but when you glanced at him, he looked like he was waiting for your answer. “I was… I was drunk and some small, stupid part of me thought that this was my chance to get back together with him, but I was wrong.” You glanced at him to see if he was still listening and you wished you hadn’t because you cannot pull your gaze away anymore. “He was exactly the same. It was as if he broke up with me yesterday.”

You laughed in disbelief and willed your tears away. After a long moment of silence, you croaked out, “He didn’t even say sorry.”

“Can I ask why you broke up in the first place? If it’s too much, I do not need to know.” His tone was careful; his choice of words cushioned the possible implications of such a question.

You unhooked your arms and stared at your hands. You didn’t speak and you knew that Sehun was patiently waiting. “He changed.” You exhaled. “I’ve been with him for a long time, Sehun. He was my first boyfriend and we dated through college. I moved here to Seoul to follow him because his father’s company was here. He was sweet, he made me laugh. He knew exactly when I wanted him to act goofy, serious, naughty. He wasn’t overly jealous, but he cared enough to steer me away from guys who tried to take advantage of me. He’d drive me home and open doors for me.” You realized that you had began to cry. “He was perfect, really. He flew with me back to my hometown just to meet my parents and my mom adored him. He knew when to leave me alone and when to be there for me. We were so disgustingly happy. We were that is until he left for this tour. He was gone for six months and at one point, he just stopped contacting me. When he got back, he was a completely different person. The hair, the clothes, the way he spoke, just… everything. He just wasn’t my R anymore, but I loved him. I loved him, so I held on until he finally broke it off.”

Sehun didn’t know what to say and a part of him felt guilty for even asking. You were sobbing so hard that it hurt you. Slowly, he pulled you into his arms and let you cry on his shoulder. You held him close as you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

The sun came up long ago, but safely tucked against Sehun’s chest, tear-induced fatigue overcame you and you fell asleep again.

This time, however, you breathed easily because you knew that Sehun would be there when you wake up.

This time, you woke up to the undeniable smell of ramyun and you lay in bed for a few more minutes, just smiling and burying your face into your pillow to calm yourself down.

You had already flung the covers off you when Sehun came in carrying a tray with the pot of ramyun inside your room.

“Oh, just in time.” He remarked when he saw that you were up. “I suppose you’re not going to work anymore? It’s 1 PM after all.”

You glared at him as he settled the tray on your bed and sat in front of you. “Why do I feel like you’re teasing me?”

He shrugged, a playful smile playing on his lips. “Sorry, I can only make ramyun. I did put eggs and chives in it.”

He opened the small pot and the delightful, warm steam hit your face. “At least you can read the instructions for this.”

“Just eat it.” He said, handing you the chopsticks and you noticed how he looked embarrassed.

“700 years and you never learned how to cook?” you asked conversationally as you took a bite, trying to steer away from the last night’s events.

“All of those 700 years did not belong to me alone.” He said meekly and you wondered if you said something wrong. “I shared them with quite a few people.”

His last words seemed like an invitation for questions and you didn’t know if you were ready to ask; you weren’t sure if you were worthy enough to listen. You looked at Sehun carefully and feeling eyes on him, he looked up at you.

“How many?” It was a vague question, but he knew the answer.

“Four.” He said, tearing his gaze away from you. Recently, instead of him trying to pull you in with his uncanny charms, you seem to magnetize him.

“Were they good people?” Although you tried to avoid heavy topics, you seem to have landed on them again.

“I can’t say. When you live long enough, your definition of good and bad changes. A lot of things change actually.” He paused and murmured the next words, “Immortality is both a gift and a curse.”

“Let me be the judge then.” You said and you saw how Sehun had to bit his lip in contemplation after putting his chopsticks down. The only thing that lightened up the situation was how loudly you slurped the noodles and honestly, you were kinda doing it on purpose.

“You sure you want to hear this?” he gauged your reaction and you seemed uneasy. He didn’t want you to feel like you were being nosy, so he said in a cheeky manner, “It’s sad and you might get jealous.”

“Wow. Try me then.” You said with just the right hint of sarcasm. “I bet that’s how you felt when I told you about my history with R.”

His lips quirked up with his shrug as he tried to hide the fact that you were scratching the surface of his true feelings. You finally finished the ramyun and set it aside as you set cross-legged in front of Sehun. You looked eager and brighter; this put Sehun’s heart at ease.

“The first few decades after the curse were the worst. My brothers and I didn’t know where to go and what to do because we were stuck in the bodies of these huge wolves. We didn’t even know that we could go back to our human form.” He explained, mimicking the way you sat.

“What? Didn’t the witch who cursed you explain while you fought her off? You know, like normal?” For the first time, or so it seems to you, you heard him chuckle and you gave a pat on the back to your inner joke machine.

“Sadly, curses are not as glamorous in real life. One night we were princes and when the next full moon arrived, we painfully changed into wolves.” You saw his shoulder twitch, as if his body could remember how painful it was and you couldn’t even begin to imagine the reality. “For a few decades, we just lived in the forest, barely surviving until we were discovered by people.”

“What did you do?” you asked, clasping your hands together in anticipation and Sehun almost laughed again at how enthusiastic you were, as if you were listening to a bedtime story.

“We ran, of course. We got separated. Me and my brothers, Chanyeol and Baekhyun lived in the mountains until about 1500. We were planning to go down, but our alpha, if that’s what you want to call it, Suho-hyung came and found us in human form.” He stopped for effect and he saw how you were hanging off every word. “Needless to say, we were surprised. A kind witch had—“

“There are kind witches?”

“Yes, there are good and bad versions of all creatures that you can think of.” You let out an understanding ‘oh’ and Sehun thought you were deliberately acting cute. “Anyway, a kind witch met Suho-hyung and gave him a name. He then took all of us to this witch and we were under her care for the longest time. She also taught us how to turn into smaller versions of ourselves which explains why I can look like a dog and move inconspicuously among humans.”

“Why didn’t you just stay in human form?” You leaned your elbow on your knee as your palm cradled your chin. Sehun noticed that your eyebrow had scrunched in thought as you tried to figure out the answer to your own question.

“We can’t. When that witch was killed, we immediately turned into wolves. I did tell you that I can only be with you for the rest of your life, right?” he asked and if it was possible to get a heart attack in two seconds, it probably happened to you when he said those words. “When our owner dies, our bond with them breaks, so we become wolves again. The royal vampire who killed her, took us, imprisoned and used us.” You knew that Sehun was choosing his words carefully, sparing you all the gruesome details, but it wasn’t difficult to see how much he hated his subsequent owner. “They were really powerful during the 1800s, so—“

“1800s?” you echoed and Sehun didn’t know why you reacted, so strangely. “You lived with the witch for around…?”

“More or less 300 years, tracking time then was much more difficult than it is now.” Your jaw had slacked in surprise at this point, but Sehun simply continued with the story. “Anyway, it took us around 10 years to completely wipe them out.” He saw how you reacted, but chose to ignore it. “After that, we thought it would be best for us to separate from each other; that way, one can always come and help the other.”

“So where did you go next?”

“I tried going to the mountains for some time, but a farmer and his wife took me in as a pet. The thing is, they never named me.” You saw how he smiled, like he was a recalling his fondest memory and you can almost imagine him sitting in the middle of a field, the wind blowing his hair in different directions; at peace. “They never named me, so they never really owned me nor did I turn human. I stayed with them out of my own will. They were old and needed protection. After 50 years, the farmer died and his wife lived on for 20 more years.”

“That’s beautiful.” You said in awe, picturing the story in your head.

Sehun smiled again and you met his eyes. You thought you could get used to him smiling like that.

“You think?” you nodded in reply. “Me too. It was the most peaceful period of my life so far.”

“And so? After that?” you scooted closer in anticipation and Sehun wasn’t prepared for the way your scent suddenly became much more potent and to him, much more intoxicating.

“I don’t know if you want to hear this.” He said, his eyes travelling from the thin layer of sweat on your forehead caused by eating ramyun; over your neck where the faintest hint of yesterday’s perfume was emanating and back to your eager eyes.

You noticed the way Sehun gulped, but thought that it was because of the story he was about to tell.

“Alright.” He sighed to himself. He felt like he was opening a padlocked chest of memories and he just knew that at the end of his story, he will either distance himself from you or pull you close enough, so that he never had to let go. “After a few years of wandering, I went to the city at the turn of the century. My brothers always told me such amazing stories that I wanted to go and experience it myself. There, the daughter of a noble family became my owner.”

Your expression immediately stiffened when those last words left Sehun’s mouth. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to get jealous? Why would I get jealous?” you sounded defensive before he had even started the story and looking back, you already lost then.

Sehun met your eyes and simply looked at you. It’s been long since someone had looked at him with such energy, with such emotion. He liked the fact that you were so transparent. You wore your heart on your sleeve and it doesn’t take much for Sehun to know how you were feeling. In fact, in the three weeks that Sehun has been with you, he had managed to memorize every bat of your eyelash, every blush on your cheek, every quirk of your lip. Sometimes, and this was something he’d never tell you, he would barge into your room for a mundane thing and he’d find you sleeping. Breathing softly, lashes on your cheek, all these draws him in and he’d find himself staring at you longer than necessary or lingering by your side a bit more.

Sehun wasn’t answering, so you waved a hand over his face. With restrained force, he grabbed your wrist and held it in the air. “Why?” he breathed. “Because I’m yours.”

With a tug, you launched forward and into his arms. His large hand angled your face to his as he easily captured your parted lips. Unlike the first kiss, you two didn’t have excuses for this one. You didn’t and yet, your hands naturally covered his and his arm wrapped around you as you knelt in between his legs. Your eyes remained open in shock and you saw how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he kissed you deeper. He pulled away. Surprised by his own actions, he began searching your eyes for any hint of disgust or anger, but all he got was you leaning in for another kiss.

He responded accordingly as you went for his lower lip. You felt his tongue begging for access and when you sighed into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore every crevice. His hand around you began hovering lower until it reached the end of your shirt and Sehun could hear the way your heart raced as his fingers went under your shirt, caressing the skin above the waistband of your shorts. Such a pulse encouraged him to move his hand further up, grazing the hook of your bra before going back down and dipping his fingers past your waistband. All these while you were entangled in a feverish kiss.

He growled and pushed you back on your pillows, removing his shirt before hovering over you. He pushed your shirt to the side so that he could gain better access to your neck and nibble on your collarbone. When he ripped it slightly, you felt him bite your shoulder and swipe his tongue over the mark.

You gasped sharply.

But Sehun heard something else.

A gunshot.

His eyes shot open and he saw a broken smile.

In a split second, he was off the bed, breathing heavily as he looked at you with unreadable eyes.

“Sehun?” you called as you sat up, holding your shirt in place. “What’s the matter?”

He looked at your disheveled appearance and the marks he left on you, before he began shaking his head and backing away. “I can’t do this, sorry.” He said as he grabbed his shirt and left the room.

You were still sitting on the bed when you heard your door open and close again.

And if it were possible, you would have heard another sound, the unmistakable shattering of the pieces of your broken heart.

a/n: Growl is extended to one more part. QOTD: Is there a theme to these last lines?  

How Holmes and Watson react to each other’s “deaths”. Angst ahead.

Of course Holmes (and thus Watson) has a dangerous job. That means that Holmes is often attacked and going to die – and Watson obviously does not go unscathed either. (Which might have something to do with the fact that Watson is the responsible one in their relationship and is always armed.) Let us see how they react to the other’s apparent death:

The Final Problem, 1891

It was the sight of that Alpine-stock which turned me cold and sick. He had not gone to Rosenlaui, then. He had remained on that three-foot path, with sheer wall on one side and sheer drop on the other, until his enemy had overtaken him. The young Swiss had gone too. He had probably been in the pay of Moriarty, and had left the two men together. And then what had happened? Who was to tell us what had happened then?

I stood for a minute or two to collect myself, for I was dazed with the horror of the thing. Then I began to think of Holmes’s own methods and to try to practise them in reading this tragedy. It was, alas, only too easy to do.  […]

I shouted; but only the same half-human cry of the fall was borne back to my ears.

The Illustrious Client

Their blow fell–or his blow rather, for never could I believe that the lady was privy to it. I think I could show you the very paving-stone upon which I stood when my eyes fell upon the placard, and a pang of horror passed through my very soul. It was between the Grand Hotel and Charing Cross Station, where a one-legged news-vender displayed his evening papers. The date was just two days after the last conversation. There, black upon yellow, was the terrible news-sheet:


I think I stood stunned for some moments. Then I have a confused recollection of snatching at a paper, of the remonstrance of the man, whom I had not paid, and, finally, of standing in the doorway of a chemist’s shop while I turned up the fateful paragraph.  […]

I need not say that my eyes had hardly glanced over the paragraph before I had sprung into a hansom and was on my way to Baker Street.

Watson was so horrified that he remembers every single detail of the scene – and Watson is supposed to be the one who “sees, but does not observe”. This is a show of how terrified he. Our Victorian gentleman then proceeds to behave in the most un-Victorian and un-gentelmanly was possible to get to Holmes as soon as possible. But that is not even important. That first paragraph is incredibly meaningful.

The Devil’s Foot, 1897

At the same moment, in some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had a glimpse of Holmes’s face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror–the very look which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from my chair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through the door, and an instant afterwards had thrown ourselves down upon the grass plot and were lying side by side, conscious only of the glorious sunshine […]

I should just highlight the whole paragraph. In short: Holmes and Watson are going to die from a drug that acts upon your fears. Watson is going to die soon, and he knows it, but what brings him back and gives him strength is Holmes dying. He then finds the strength to save Holmes without any problem and the scene ends with the Hollywood-worthy romantic scene of them “lying side by side” in the “glorious sunshine”. Is that not exactly how every single scene where the main character realises that his love interest is not dead ends?

The Three Garridebs, 1902

In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.

You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”

It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.

Just imagine Holmes smashing his gun on Killer Evans’s head, and turning around to see what happened to Watson even while he was fighting. Remember that Holmes did not know what exactly happened to Watson during this scene, and this is what prompts the “big reveal” (well, big for everyone who had not paid much attention – or any, actually, they are so painfully obvious): our “automaton” cries and invokes God, which is not something Holmes does (literally the only other time he does that is when he explains how he managed to escape at Reichenbach). He is devastated. And it is beautiful.

And afterwards: each other’s “resurrections”

Of course they are never actually dead. They know that the other would not survive it. I mean, Watson began seeing Holmes’s ghost (“you are not a ghost, anyway”)!

The Dying Detective, 1890

I nearly called out in my joy and my amazement.  

Remember here that Watson is hiding, there is a murderer in the room and Holmes was simply pretending to be ill.

The Empty House, 1894

When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

Watson was wounded on the battlefield, endured sickness and terrible conditions in hospital in a war zone and this is the only time he ever fainted? At least that is what this sounds like… Also, just the fact that he faints. ;)

The Three Garridebs, 1902

You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. […]”

The scene – again. I will repeat (for the umpteenth time) that Holmes is basically saying that he would kill Watson’s murderer in revenge – cheerfully and naturally.

Why are people still doubting their love? (Oh, right, platonic. Of course…) 

Buried Memories

Word Count: 6354

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood, Gore (specifically children), Violence against children, PTSD if you squint, Insomnia, Hallucinations, Alcohol use

A/N: Written for @faegal04 ‘s 500 Follower Challenge. Prompt: “I just realized that I can sleep with my eyes open.” 

Anonymous Requested: Hi, I saw your requests are open (for a small amount of time) How about one where the reader hasn’t been sleeping at all and is trying to hide it from the boys because she doesn’t want them to worry about her? (I’m so sorry this is probably way angstier than you ever anticipated but this is honestly just where it went) 

Also based on this little GIF blurb I did. 

Thanks to @bringmesomepie56 and @chaos-and-the-calm67 for reading this thing before it was done and encouraging me not to throw it out a window and @nichelle-my-belle for being my awesome beta. 

Feedback is much appreciated! This fic fought with me for days! It is probably the one fic that has taken me the longest to write and it’s probably my longest fic to date. I’m not sure.

This hunt was fucking awful. Awful wasn’t the right word but there were no words. Nothing could have prepared you for the horrors you had just been part of and you’d been a hunter your entire life. You’d seen it all. Or so you thought.

You slammed the door to the Impala and walked into the bunker, heading straight for the bathroom without a word. In fact, you hadn’t spoken one word since the three of you left the scene. “Y/N…” Sam tried to speak to you but you never turned back.

“Don’t.” Dean warned Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head. “She’s processing. She won’t talk. Not yet.”

“You didn’t see her, Dean. I’m glad you didn’t.” Sam ran a hand through his hair and sat down at the war room table. “I’ve never seen her break like that.”

“What happened to her?” Dean was full of concern. Sam wouldn’t make comments like that about you lightly.

“I don’t know…by the time I got there she was just covered in blood sitting in front of a pile of burning bodies and just…crying.” Sam sighed. “She wouldn’t talk. She’d barely look at me. I wouldn’t have known she was there if I hadn’t heard her scream.”

“I’m gonna go wait for her in the library.” Dean grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, walking backwards down the hall. “You should get some sleep. It was a rough day.”

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Accident || Jeon Wonwoo

I look at you as you sleep.

 My eyes drinking in every inch of your perfection before they fill with tears. My bones ache with the love that’s boiling inside me. I want you close, I want you at my side on mornings, drunk with sleep and exchanging lazy good morning kisses as we prepare breakfast.

 I want you when you’re exhausted, feet barely dragging you through my door with a halfhearted greeting. I want you the most when you  look into my eyes in the dark of the night and ignite the flame that’s been lost and you return me to earth, ground me and keep me safe. I’m afraid to loose you.

So love, please open your eyes.

My hands shake with the anxiety that has enveloped my tired body as I reach out to cup your face. My fingers withdraw, too lost in fear to even fathom staining your peaceful existence with my chaotic being. What am I to do when every atom in my body is seemingly magnetically attracted to you, yet, I’m unable to reach you.

Crystal droplets of indescribable pain slither down my cheek as I begin to succumb to the sorrow once more. My chest rapidly spikes with pain, but my jaw is clenched tightly, foolishly trying to fight off my inner turmoil.
“Jeon Wonwoo. Please open your eyes.” I sob into my own frame as my body slinks to the ground, my arms circling my knees, my body curling into a ball.

From the outside, Mingyu watches with his hand clasped over his mouth to muffle his cries as he watches the scene. His best friend unconscious and his girlfriend crying herself deeper into depression. He felt so helpless. What could he do? Nobody deserved to be in this much pain.
“Mingyu leave her be.” A tired voice instructs of him as a hand is clasped on his shoulder, pulling him out of his frozen state. It’s only then does he realize that his hand is gripping the doorknob, his knuckles white from squeezing it so tightly. Suddenly, his body feels lifeless and his knees are weak and it takes the support of his much shorter hyung to somewhat prop him up.

“I-It’s be-been two we-weeks, I d-d-don’t know what to do.” The giant almost chokes on his own cries as he grips Woozi’s shirt, face buried into his midsection. The shorter sighs and helps him to the waiting room and sits him down, his own eyes welling at the sight of his friends so distraught.
“Neither do I, but we’ve got to keep our hopes up.” Woozi tries to encourage as his fingers mindlessly combed through the younger’s hair. He wasn’t really much when it came to words of affection. He could wholeheartedly sympathize with his tall friend, being a first hand witness to the accident was probably unbearable. He absolutely despised the way Mingyu blamed himself for not acting quickly enough in order to save his friend, but at the moment he couldn’t think of any other ways to make him think otherwise.

Charcoal eyes flutter open, an immediate pain ringing in his head, a groan slipping past his throat. He swallowed several times in a futile attempt to moisten his dry throat before attempting to open his eyes again. Immediately, he closed them shut, squeezing them on reflex to relax them and rid himself of the slight sting.The colors were too bright.

Wonwoo gave himself a couple seconds before peaking through his lashes once more. ‘Where am I?’ He grumbles in his head before effectively turning his neck to have a glance around. ‘Am I at the hospital!?’ He asks himself in disbelief, the reality kicking in when he tries to sit up, but is only greeted by a sharp pain in his midsection. Lifting the covers with his- what he came to realize as his unbroken arm- Wonwoo can only blink at the bandages wrapped around his midsection and the cast covering his left foot.

‘Don’t panic, Wonwoo.’ Is what he tells himself but the stress of his rapidly beating heart tells him otherwise. The increasingly rapid heart monitor only adds to his devastating reality and he finds himself unable to calm down.
“Relax, deep breaths Wonwoo, everything’s fine.” A nurse steadily repeats as she almost barrels into the room at the sound of the monitor screaming. It takes her 10 minutes to calm him down before she calls in his doctor and he’s examined.

Once the doctor breaks it to him that he’s been in an accident, his mind automatically tries to recall details of the day. It’s a rainy day, barely anybody in the streets. He was about to meet you, Mingyu in tow. It’s been weeks without being able to see you.Happy, so happy, filled with excitement. He spots you in a crowd across the street, guys harassing you. He’s angry, boiling with rage- crossing the street without thinking, screeching tires, Mingyu’s voice strained with a bellow of his name - the images that come next are blurry, he’s drifting in and out of consciousness, there’s pain, so much pain then darkness.

“Your friends and family will be so happy that you’re awake.” The doctor says, trying to lighten the mood as he watches the boy go quiet and completely still.
“How long have I been here?” He asks softly, his voice just above a whisper.
“Almost three weeks..” The doctor replies and there’s a growing feeling in Wonwoo’s stomach. ‘They’re worried about me.’ He never liked it when they worried about him.
“I’ll give you some time to yourself while I call your parents and tell them the good news yeah?” The doctor tries, yet again, but Wonwoo doesn’t react. In all the thoughts that’s running through his head, the most frequent one is of you.

Wonwoo waits, and waits and waits. It’s only been an hour after he’s been awake but time seems to move too slowly. He’s counted the petals on the flowers of what he could see that’s surrounding him dozens of times. ‘Get well soon!’ Scribbled onto some of them, a heartfelt gift from the fans. However, he’s bored, already tired of the silence. He wants to see his family, 11 band mates and his one particular tall goofball of a friend. However, mostly, he just wants to see you. His [Y/N]. His eyes close with the thought of getting to kiss you after so long. Wonwoo just mostly wants to be intoxicated by your presence.

“Wonwoo?” A shaky, feminine voice that’s very welcoming breaks him out of his train of thought. His eyes snap open, a rush of excitement surging through his veins at the sight of you.
“Jagi-” He starts but is unable to finish his sentence as you cross the distance between you two in a split second and kiss him with enough force to almost knock all of the air out of his lungs. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as you pepper kisses across his face, placing multiple pecks on his forehead.
“Thank God you’re awake.” You breathe as you sit at his bedside, your fingers laced in his. “I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up..” You find yourself crying and Wonwoo frees his hand from your grip to wipe away your tears. 
“Please no more of this.. I can’t imagine how much you cried on my behalf already.” He smiles softly as he cups your cheek. You nuzzle your face against his palm, your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of his touch.

“Oh Wonwoo!” His mother cries as she bursts through the door, his father sighing in relief at her side. Mrs. Jeon rushes over to cradle her son’s head against her chest as she sheds a few tears of relief. However, the moment is short lived as the door once again bursts open, the hinges squealing in protest.
“WONWOO HYUNG!” Comes a loud cheer as his head snaps over to the door. Wonwoo takes great enjoyment in watching all 12 of his members scramble through the door, Mingyu being the first to be at his side. 

I see the color in his face, cheeks pink and rosy in embarrassment as his mother refuses to let him go despite his members’ teasing and I can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. There’s a lively glint in his eyes that soothes my racing heart and I can just feel it from deep within my gut, things will be good again.

A/N: I’m sorry this sucks. I just kind of wrote this because I was feeling sad.

Use Somebody - Warren Worthington III/Reader (Chapter Three)

a/n; one more chapter left!! i’m not too sure how i feel about this chapter, so feedback would be lovely! shoutout to @pagemaximoff once again for reading the rough drafts. enjoy!

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part one | part two

Needless to say, the morning after the incident is pretty rough for the both of you.

You call Jean and pretty much cry to her for at least thirty minutes; ranting about how Warren probably thinks you’re easy and how he probably regrets spending time with you — and that you have no fucking clue what to do with his leather jacket, that has taken it’s place on your coat rack. (It pains you to walk past it, because you catch a whiff of his cologne. Pathetic.)

Your walk to work is tense, being that you have a pounding headache; partly from the alcohol, and partly from the memory of Warren’s lips on yours. You probably look like a mess but you don’t really care, all that matters now is getting through the day without running in to Warren — or any of the boys, for that matter.

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X-Files Fic: Between Sorrow and Bliss, Chapter Eight

Rating: Mature
Timeline: Zero Sum to Elegy
Summary: Mulder confronts Skinner about his involvement with the smoking man.  Scully has some hard truths for Mulder… and also a request.

Previous chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

Mulder follows Skinner out of the ballistics lab and down the hall, staying back as they take the stairs to the parking garage.  Mulder’s blood is boiling, his rage at his AD simmering just below the surface.  He stays on Skinner’s tail through the garage, and when Skinner moves to unlock his car, Mulder grabs his shoulder and forcibly turns the larger man to face him.

“You said,” growls Mulder, glowering at Skinner, “to find another way.  You refused to entertain even the thought of me going to Cancer Man, of my trying to get a cure for Scully from him.”  Skinner remains impassive.  "You told me that I ‘can’t ask the truth of a man who trades in lies.’“

"I know what I said, Agent Mulder,” snarls Skinner, jerking back out of Mulder’s grasp.  "I couldn’t condone one of my agents getting mixed up in whatever corruption that man is selling.“

"But it’s all right for you, somehow?”

“No, it’s not all right for me, either, Mulder, but at least it spares you from being dragged down to his level.  The price he asks of you may very well turn out to be more than you’re willing to pay.”  Mulder shakes his head.

“Not possible,” he states emphatically.  "Not if it means Scully lives.“  Skinner fixes Mulder with a steely glare.

"He could ask anything of you,” says Skinner.  "Your reputation.  Your freedom.  Your life.“  He shakes his head.  "I can’t let you do that, Mulder.”

“So it’s all right for you, but not for me?” Mulder demands.  "I don’t buy that.“

Think for a minute, Mulder,“ says Skinner.  "Put your all-consuming need for revenge aside for one minute and just think.  What happens to Scully, if you’re out of the picture?  If you’re in jail, or dead, who protects her?  I can only do so much from behind the scenes.  You, you can be out in the open searching for a cure, even if whatever I’ve been promised fails.”

“It should still be me,” says Mulder stubbornly.  Skinner’s eyes flash dangerously.

“Get over yourself, Mulder,” he spits.  "You do not have the monopoly on caring about Agent Scully and what happens to her.“  Mulder says nothing, only glares at Skinner a moment longer.

"It still should’ve been me,” he insists.  "I got her into this.  I should be the one to get her out again.“  He turns and strides away.  "I hope it was worth it,” he calls over his shoulder.

Skinner does not respond.

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Never Had A Friend Like Me - Tommy/Felicity - G

For absentlyabbie on the anniversary of her birth. I’d say this is part of the We Dream of Felicity verse, but it could totally fit in The I Dream Of Felicity AU as well. (series masterpost)

Tommy’s 100% sure Oliver is going to kill him.

Felicity sent him a text message—sometimes, Tommy thinks, you could easily make her life into a sitcom—saying that Oliver was at some kind of business meeting that she hadn’t wanted to go to, and would Tommy like to come over for a movie night?

He shows up at their doorstep half an hour later with take-out, popcorn and a blu ray.

The evening started okay, with Felicity laughingly telling him that, no, she’s never actually been to the middle east.

“Really?” Tommy takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch. “Never?”

“Really. I was born in Europe. My Masters all ended up traveling west.”

He passes her a popcorn bowl. “Huh.”

“I’m only six hundred, Tommy,” she says, throwing a handful of popcorn at him. “Do the math.”

“So…you were born mid-fourteen hundreds?”

“Late thirteenth, actually.” She looks down at the bowl of popcorn in her lap. “I like this.”

He grins. “Good.”

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lenaaluuthor  asked:

You asked and I shall deliver! Prompt: (Widowtracer pls) I'm not cute when I'm angry shut up why are you laughing & shut up im not cute stop calling me cute you're making me angry

I wrote part of this earlier and then accidentally deleted the file and so now here is a partial rewriting, a lot of crying, and a not very good second go. Because life. I may one day rewrite the ending so it’s not such a rush - thank you for the prompt(s)!!

Lena’s fiddling with her gear, spinning on her heels. She sticks her pulse bomb to the boulders of the cave entrance - maybe this time they’ll blow away the rubble? Maybe, maybe, but then - maybe not, too.

Amélie has murder in her eyes but no rifle in her hands so she’s taken to crossing her arms, glaring, sighing, recognizing that sighing doesn’t quite seem severe enough and so glaring more.

Lena thinks some god has taken pity on her, that Amélie’s weapon is currently crushed under the rocks of the cave in.

“Bombs away,” Lena chirps, endevouring to lighten the mood. She shrinks when Amélie’s eyes narrow by a hair.

There was a time, not so terribly long ago, that Amélie would have smiled at her behind a hand and made a quip and Lena’s heart would have fluttered stupidly and guiltily: it was unpleasant (but also exciting) to have a crush on a married woman.

Now, Lena’s heart still flutters stupidly and she still feels guilty, but Amélie does not smile - she turns her head and stares hard at the wall to their right; Lena is reminded of everything they no longer are to one another.

Confidantes and comrades top that list like cream settled above some nastier thing.

They both cover their ears. The blast is blue light in a dark world, and it stirs up dust and little bits of rock, but when the debris clears, the entrance is still blocked and they’re still stuck on the wrong side. That was Lena’s last bomb. Lena says as much; when Amélie simply glares back, she speaks up again:

“Don’ worry, love, Overwatch’ll have us out in a jiffy!” And Lena wants it to be the truth, but chances are actually more likely that Talon will be here first; everyone in Overwatch is out in the field. Amélie doesn’t know this, it’s probably better that way.

Here’s what transpires to get them to now: Lena is flying over the United States and on her way back from a mission when she picks Amélie up on her radar. Amélie has been MIA from Talon for several months now, and equally absent from Overwatch’s radars. (So has Gabriel, for that matter, though Lena has not found Gabriel on her radar over the continental United States and doesn’t think she’s likely to).

Lena lands in Montana; in the crossfires of a shootout between Amélie and some Talon operatives and it’s an easy thing, really, the easiest thing, for Lena to blink into the chaos and aid the purple-skinned grump master.

Most of it’s reflex, some of it’s hope - a tiny bit of it is that crush she’s never gotten over, and likely never will.

And this fire fight starts in a winter-coated forest - through trees and snow - ending with a bang in an abandoned coal mine, where Lena’s pulse bombs don’t even scratch the boulders blocking the exit, where Amélie glowers at the wall (and at Lena, and at life in general probably), and where two Talon agents know their whereabouts and have probably already called in reinforcements.

It is not, Lena is happy to say, the /worst/ day of her life. It just happens to not be a particularly great one either.

And now: Amélie huffs once more, brushes the rubble from her coat. (A beautiful peacoat type thing, suited for cool weather but definitely not combat. Lena wonders where she got it and why she’d wear it; but then she also wonders why she wouldn’t wear it literally everywhere all of the time, too, because Lena would. Lena would in an instant.)

“Merde,” Amélie mutters.

A moment later Lena replies with a half sighed “shite.” And Lena is ready to hunker down against the wall and wait to see what happens, but Amélie is apparently weighing the alternatives.

“We will not wait for Overwatch,” Amélie says after a time, “we will be dead before they have even crossed the Atlantic.” Lena is too dumbfounded to immediately follow, even as Amélie pivots with all the grace of a dancer and begins to take sure and long strides further into the mine shaft.

Lena has a few questions: How does Amélie know that no agents are in the Western Hemisphere? Where can they possibly go except deeper underground? How can someone look that good all of the time doing nothing but walking? “We”?

“We?” Lena settles on; clambers away from the entrance and scurries to Amélie’s side.

“Oui.” Amélie says.

Lena blinks. There are solid moment of dead silence between them as the pun shoots across Lena’s mind like lightning, short circuiting vitally important synapses which had previously been working very hard to transfer the data needed to keep up with all the new events unfolding in her life.

When all systems are back online Lena laughs hard enough that she has to reach for the wall to brace herself. By the way Amélie’s lip barely twitches upward, one can surmise that this was the intention.


The mines are … drafty, Tracer thinks. And way too quiet for her tastes. There are other adjectives to describe it, but Lena’s trying to keep a positive outlook.

In another time, this might have been how the whole ordeal ends: a silent trek through the inside of a mountain, a lot of repressed thoughts, an escape, a disappearance and a debriefing. Not a conversation, not much of anything at all. Lucky for them both, Lena has no idea how to shut up.

“Sooooooooo,” Lena ventures, bumping shoulders with Amélie. She flashes a winsome smile. Water drips around them. Amélie spares her a side-eyed glance, blinks like a languid cat, and let’s out a soft “hm?”

It’s a good start.

“Montana’s…,” Lena ventures and then finishes lamely: “interesting?” She grins, and hopes that Amélie will let her in on the secret as to why she’s here. This is the kind of information you can get by being cute right? Lena slept through the seminar on casual interrogation. Lena slept through a lot of those seminars, actually … Winston would be so disappointed if he knew …

Amélie turns to regard her more fully. They’ve reached an open cavern, with a ceiling and a lot of rusty equipment. Three new tunnels sprout out of the wall across from the tunnel they’ve just exited. Lena’s chronal accelerator is their only source of light and it casts the whole area in a blueish glow.

“That you were able to find me is also interesting,” Amélie replies, skeptical. Lena blushes.

“Well, I’m always on the look out for you, love. You know, ‘cause of the murder thing.”

“You do often appear where I least want you to,” says Amélie. Lena grins, is about to respond, when a clatter echoes from one of the tunnels. Amélie throws her hand over Lena’s mouth and pulls her behind an overturned mining cart.

“Can that be turned down?” She hisses, pointing to the bright chronal accelerator. There are noises like approaching footsteps from the left tunnel. Lena shakes her head and when Amélie removes her hand she elaborates.

“I never thought to ask Winston for a dimmer setting,” she says. Amélie rolls her eyes.

“No one in Overwatch knows how to be discrete,” she mutters, “it is a wonder you all manage to stay alive.”

“Heya, we do alright!” Lena fires back. “And discrete my ass, you walk around in a cat suit!”

“Shhhhh, ta gueule,” Amélie hisses. Lena has the sense not to argue, and honestly thank god because she’d probably say something she’d later regret if they started to talk for any length of time about the catsuit.

They both hold their breath as the footsteps and the people who were making them enter the cavern.

It was a nice sentiment to believe that they wouldn’t see the blue glowing, but in the real world these Talon agents aren’t that blind and they immediately b-line. It looks like their two friends from outside of the mine shaft have found more friends because now there are six men.

“Enculer,” Amélie barks, her eyes are darting around the room and after a second so does her body - leaving Lena dumbfounded behind the cart.

“Hey!” She yells, caught off guard. Amélie is not paying attention though and the men are at her back door, so Lena jumps up, grabs her gun and blinks behind the first of her assailants.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she beams, hitting him in the head with the butt of her pistol. “Ouch,” she says with a whistle, as he crumpled to the ground, uncontentious.

Amélie has made her way to a box of rusty tools, she picks up a crowbar just as another of the men reaches her. In a fluid motion she has knocked him down and out. Not with the crowbar, as Lena thought she might, but with a swift kick to the ear … it had impressive height, and probably busted the drum.

Lena whistles louder this time, mostly in awe. Amélie’s eyes snap to her and there’s a certain ferociousness to the way her face is so eerily calm when her eyes are raging storms; and suddenly Amélie is hurling the crowbar at her and Lena feels two part betrayed one part blind panic. She recalls out of the way and stabilizes just in time to see the crowbar make contact with a man who is now in the place she had just been. It hits him square between the eyes and he falls over without protest.

While Lena collects herself, stares dumbly, (continues to completely useless, Amélie will later say) Amélie grabs another weapon from her box - a wrench - and hurls it another of the Talon agents. Same spot, right on the mark.

Lena’s able to pull herself together long enough to shoot another in the foot and he spends so long dramatically crying that they can both hear him as the last remaining man drags them both down the tunnel they came from. The screaming echoes on for a solid minute.

Lena turns to Amélie, Amélie stares at Lena.

Amélie looks ten shades of annoyed, she’s holding another weapon - a screwdriver - and there’s a definitive twitch of her eyebrow. The scene is so absurdly adorable that Lena turns beet red and a ridiculous giggle bubbles in her throat and into the open air between them.

“Holy hell,” wheezes Lena, grabs her stomach, turns her back quickly to Amélie and tries to hide it all.

“Are you laughing?” Amélie asks, dropping the screwdriver. Lena shakes her head.

“You just look …” there’s a pause, a breath, as Lena tries to determine how much she values her life, and concludes that apparently, it’s not very much, “… really cute, love,” she finishes. A moment.

“… what?” Another moment.

“When you were all ruffled and with the screwdriver,” Lena laughs, and then tries to stifle it when Amélie only glares, “no, yeah, sorry, sorry.” But she is still grinning.


Finding their way out is relatively easy when they follow the trail of blood left by their friend shot in the foot.

In the open air Lena breathes deeply and grins at Amélie.

“Not a bad day, eh?” She smiles. She expects the cold shoulder, or a walk away but Amélie surprises her when she simply replies:

“I have had worse,” and then: “you’re cute when you laugh.”

just wanna find our way (GoGo/Tadashi)

Title: just wanna find our way
On dead batteries, strangers in sleepy towns, and starting over. / GoGo&Tadashi, oneshot.
I’M LATE AGAIN SORRY.  For Tomadashi Week Day 7: “New Beginnings”

Her car battery dies somewhere between San Fransokyo and Santunis.

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anonymous asked:

Talk to me about liam

ngl when i first saw this in my notifications i legit stared at it for a good five minutes because WHERE DO I EVEN START FUCK

liam liam liam it’s so funny you know, I’m gonna give you a little bg on how I became the liam girl I am today. When I first joined the fandom back in early 2013 I like many others was all about the harry crazy i was also a larrie but that’s another story for another day god i wanna say liam was maybe my #3??? #4 even god i did not pay any attention to him really. and then one day i just had a dream about it, it wasn’t anything crazy we were just walking around my old neighborhood and i think he grabbed my hand and then i woke up like “………………..ok lemme give this boy a little more attention” and then i was hooked a fucking goner i never saw it coming how much this dumb boy would mean to me

theres so many things i can talk about first let’s talk about his talent. liam is the best singer in that band. whether it was ot4 or ot5 point plank period liam owned that shit and he’s gonna continue putting the other three to shame and im not even biased anyone with ears will tell you the same. his voice, god i don’t even think i have the right words to describe it. it’s so beautiful from a listener’s stand point but also you gotta think about from a professional standpoint liam is ALWAYS ON POINT. A L W A Y S !!! i don’t think i’ve literally never ever heard him sound bad while singing and i think that’s just something that’s so rare??? he also has one of those voices that what you hear on the cd is exactly what you hear live so consistent and so beautiful i think someone literally described his live voice as “crystal clear CD quality” LIKE FUCK MAN C R Y S T A L C L E A R and the way he can literally fill in for any of the other boys and when he harmonizes with them so naturally and the fucking shit he does when he adds his own free style too it (REMEMBER THAT SHIT WHEN THEY SANG STOCKHOLM SYNDROME FOR THE FIRST TIME FUUUUUUUUUUCK) but there’s literally like a million other examples that i could bring up and he has pure talent man and it’s one of the reasons it breaks my heart when he doesn’t get the damn recognition he deserves because HE FUCKING KILLS IT ALWAYS

next god let’s talk about hit heart, that beautiful amazing heart of his that breaks my own damn heart and makes me want to cry. god liam probably has the biggest heart in the whole wide world its like i’m sure if you cut him open you wouldn’t even see other organs his heart consumed them along the way. liam is literally always going out of his way to make the fans happy even when it gets to be too much for him god i’m thinking about that scene from TIU when he was like “it really gets to me whenever i see a sad face because they couldn’t get a picture” or something along those lines HE JUST WANTS EVERYONE HAPPY EVEN IF IT MEANS GIVING LITERALLY ALMOST EVERYTHING HE HAS IN HIM. god you guys remember that time the security guards set up a meet with fans with harry and liam asked security to ask the fans if they wanted to meet him too. BITCH DIDN’t JUST GO OUT HE WANTED TO MAKE SURE THAT THEY WANTED TO SEE HIM AS WELL LIKE FOR SOME REASON THEY MIGHT SAY NO can you hear the sound of my heart literally BREAKING?? he does so much to help others too with all the charity work he does even outside of 1D, like things he does on his own to help and projects he feels passionate about. god i was going through his twitter earlier to check on to remind myself that a tweet was actually real, and he’s literally so active on social media. always wanting to reach out and get the fans included and make them feel like they’re actually a part of something because he actually loves us like that saying “liam is all of our boyfriends” TOO DAMN TRUE

speaking of his tweets he’s JUST SO SILLY! i love him and his stupid ass he’s so endearingly stupid that i just don’t know if i want to kiss his face or shake my head at him. i love his sense of humor and how goody he can be like remember that instagram thing where he blurred out his crotch and pretended he lost his shorts (also remember them thighs????? UGH) god what an idiot i just love him so much. and you remember when he and sophia were on the boat and he gave her a wedgie like WHAT A CHILD a cute dumb teddy bear child and then his tweet after “my baby has the cutest little hiney hooo” FUCK. AND DON;T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE WHOLE “OH NO NIALL!” thing that’s just he’s TOO MUCH FOR ME

going back to his big heart thing god he loves so deeply you can tell, and that love goes out to his boys especially each and every one of them. he loves his boys SO MUCH always so protective of them like who do you turn to when something happens? LIAM! who do you trust fall into? LIAM! who protects you from random pillows to the face? LIAM! he’s that band’s rock and honestly they would not survive without him and he probably would make sure they never have to. he’ll always shoulder all their problems and pain and take it upon himself just so that they’ll be okay. you remember in 2013 when they were on txf us and an interviewer asked who would they trade places with and i don’t remember liam’s exact words but it was something like “i’d trade places with harry because he’s got a lot riding on him and i’d like to just take that on a bit for him” not even close to the exact words im sure BUT YOU GET THE GIST! LIAM LOVES HIS BOYS!!!!!

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!!! boy is fine as fuck homie shit there isn’t a lot that i wouldn’t let that boy do to me. actually there’s nothing because i’m literally so whipped for him. i love his face i love his hair i love his cute little eye squint when he smiles so wide or laughs so loud i love his cute little tummy i love his long ass fingers his huge ass feet as well i love his weird abs love his little but i love literally ever inch of him and i hate how much i do honestly.when i see new pictures of him its like a clenching in my chest because everyday im just like FUCK HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I KINDA WANNA DIE he looks so good whether he’s wearing those holey sweatpants or he’s decked out in a suit on the red carpet i love every version of liam. i love his nose especially like never ever in my life have i wanted to kiss a nose more than i’ve wanted to kiss liam’s nose its crazy but he just does things to me he’s just so good looking. he looks so warm always and like he smells so nice and i bet hugging him would feel like what i imagine hugging snuggles the bear would feel like because i’m pretty sure they’re the same person. i want to hug him so bad :(( to just feel those strong arms wrapped around me making me feel so safe and like everything is right in the world even though it’s not, like i just really need that rn you know he’s the type of hugger to just give you so much love into it and make you feel like damn bitch how am i ever gonna hug anyone else after this shit

when i say i love liam, i think i genuinely mean it. now dont get that confused with me saying im like in love with him or something because i’m not delusional i know that i don’t even really know him, but i know that in my heart i do have love for this boy because he honestly means the world to me and i just want that cute little smile to never leave his face because his happiness also means the world to me and that’s what loving someone is about to me, their happiness coming before your own (ahem to the bitter bitches in this fandom) and just wanting the best for them and not really caring about getting anything in return because them happy is all the reward you need

so yeah in conclusion liam is p cool


Bucky x Reader

Summary: The reader is a second grade teacher having an extremely busy day; two avengers show up for a program early and only seem to mess it up further. On shot in which the reader is hella stressed and boys are stupid. Cute crap.

Warnings: language. Nothing bad really. Just kind of mundane stuff. I could probably warn of a shitty ending. It’s so freaking dumb, but I felt like writing. It’s been a long week.

Rating: K+

“Does anyone know where Jeremy is? He’s missing.” You rush around in the hallway behind the gym, kids pushing past you and other teachers trying to keep the insanity organized in some fashion.

No one pays any mind to your question and the chaos continues around you like it had before. All the other girls and boys were ready, except for Jeremy and he was nowhere to be found. You sigh and click your pen to mark down his absence. He had been excited for this project since the moment you handed it out. You could have sworn you’d seen him this morning.

“Miss y/l/n?” You jump slightly at the small voice over the noise and the tug at your blazer. One of your little ones stands in front of you, looking very concerned. Which was extremely ironic considering she was dressed like Junie B. Jones—a small girl without a care in the world.

“Yes sweetheart what do you need?” You ask, admittedly distractedly, Jeremy was still nowhere to be found, but you crouch down to the small girl’s level anyway.

“Jeremy is back in the classroom. He told me to tell you that his mom was gonna write a note, but told him to tell you since she forgot that—” she take a deep breath before continuing to practically vomit words out of her mouth. “That he can’t do the favorite book person thingie dress up because he’s a boy and boys don’t do that and cause his knees knock? I dunno what though. I usually knock with my hands.” You nod seriously and salute her with a mock serious face.

“Good work private. Message received. Return to your station please.” You bark out like a drill Sargent. She giggles and nods before scampering off back to her spot.

Just as you turn to head towards your classroom a hand clasps your shoulder, “Y/n. You’re not going to believe this. They’re here. Something got changed and instead of coming tomorrow THEY are here today. What are we going to do? The kids don’t know and the parents are already here and we already have all of this planned!” The urgent voice of one of your coworkers sends you into a panic.

“Today? This is insane. We can’t take this from the kids. They’ve worked so hard! This was supposed to be about them! Not some publicity stunt.” You groan and push up the sleeves on your blazer. “Look we don’t start for another 20 minutes. I’m going to deal with this. You keep an eye on everything back here.” The other teacher nods and you squeeze through the chaos and down the front steps to the main office.

“We know we’re a day early, but some things got…well you know at the tower and we didn’t want to miss seeing the kids.” A deep voice trails down the hall and you spot them through the windows looking into the front office.

The secretary at the front desk laughs and shakes her head good naturedly, you can’t hear what she tells the group, but they all laugh—it only serves to make your jaw lock in anger.

“Excuse me. I’m Miss Y/l/n. I’m in charge of this program and one of the second grade teachers.” You pipe up from the office door; successfully gaining the attention of the small group of very fit people in front of you. The blonde man steps forward and holds out a hand to shake yours. You wave from where you are and keep your hands at your sides.

“Right then. Uh hello ma'am. I’m Captain Steven Rogers.” He nods and gives you a small smile. The man behind him with dark brown hair whom you know to the The Winter Soldier mumbles something about him not being a captain and you cock your head to the side in confusion. Mr. Rogers elbows the brooding looking man who cracks and grin and nods to you.

“James Barnes.”

“We were the only two—” Mr. Rogers begins speaking before you hold up a hand to stop him.

“Who have a bad image in the media right now?” Not that any of them had a very good image after all the trouble they’d caused. But the pair of men in front of you were taking the brunt of hate from the media. “Look I get it. You’re superheroes and you can do whatever. Not my problem. What is my problem is that I’ve got 60 kids upstairs and twice that many parents who have all worked very hard to make costumes from their favorite book characters. The children are all ready to show them off and talk about them in front of their parents and peers and now I’ve got to add Captain America and the Winter Solider to the mix of chaos. You were supposed to be here tomorrow. Today is about the kids and their hard work. Not your public image.” You take a deep breath after your rant and glare at the men in front of you.

“I’m sorry if we’re imposing ma'am. We might be able to reschedule this for another time, but…” Mr. Rogers rubs the back of his neck and shrugs sheepishly. “There’s not much I can do.”

“What he means is we’d be happy to sit in the back or stay down here and join you and your class afterwords. This is—after all—for the children.” Mr. Barnes gives his friend a look after he finishes and nods your way. You sigh for what seems like the 300th time that morning and press your fingers to your temples.

“I can’t do this right now. My class is room 232 upstairs in the left wing. You can put your stuff down and I’ll figure something out. Most likely my demise.” The last part came out in a mutter as you walk away to join the students for the program they’d put together.

Once you return to the hall behind the gym and begin lining students up and touching up small rips, snags, and ‘boo boos’, you remember Jeremy. The poor kid. He was probably embarrassed of his costume. Not that you would know what that was. He’d refused to let you help him and wanted to do it all on his own.

Shit. He’s in the classroom. With Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes. Shit shit shit shit.

You rush down the hall just as you hear the principal introduce the program. Jeremy was at the bottom of the alphabetical list. He’d give his presentation closer to the end. You have time.

When you reach your classroom you pull open your door and stop short. The scene before was quite remarkable by any standards.

“Mr. Rogers. Mr Barnes. What are you doing?” The two men had pencils in their hands and your student a play sword. They were moving around your room fighting some sort of imaginary battle. Mr. Rogers on a table. Mr. Barnes hiding behind your bookshelf. And Jeremy at the center of it all, holding his sword aloft. All of them freeze at the sound of your voice, and if you weren’t horrified by their behavior it would have been quite funny.

“Y/n! Sorry! We were uh…” Mr. Barnes trails off and for once has nothing smooth to say in regards to the situation. You cross your arms and throw a stern look at the three of them.

“Uh oh. Teacher face. She’s mad,” Jeremy whispers loudly at the two men. Your face turns bright red and you fluster for a moment, but before you can tell Jeremy to move his butt to the gym he scrambles and grabs his sword and materials. “I gotta go Miss. Y/l/n! Onward to the gym!” He hoists his sword aloft and runs out of the room dramatically. As he whooshes past you your body turns with him and you watch as he flies down the hall.

“No running!” You cry exasperatedly after him, pushing a hand through your hair tiredly.

“He’s just excited,” a deep voice from behind you insists, you knew he was only trying to be consoling, but it had long day and you whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at what turned out to be Mr. Barnes.

“I know that he’s excited. He’s one of my students. I see him everyday, I do not need any input from you,” you hiss before taking a deep breath and adjusting your blazer to compose yourself. “Now. If you’ll excuse me I should go watch the program. I’ll introduce you in the end and you can meet the kids.” Before either of the men can get a word in you turn and march down the hall back toward the gym. “Men I swear to god. Trying to come in here and tell me what I already know like I haven’t had my kids for almost a year now. These are my kids and what gives them the right? And I mean standing on the ta—”

“You’re right. I didn’t mean it to come off that way, but I’m sorry.” A hand lands on your shoulder to stop your rant and you jump high enough to hit the ceiling.

“Mr. Barnes!” You let out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and place a hand over your chest. The avenger chuckles and rubs his hands together.

“Please. You don’t have to be formal. I go by Bucky. Or James. Whichever.” He smiles and your breath leaves your body again at the sight. His eyes light up when he notices your blush—it had been a long time since he’d be able to approach a woman like this.

“Right. Okay. Was there something you needed?” You trail off, motioning around you. Gracious you were being crass today. He laughs again and shakes his head.

“Most likely yes.” He shrugs and weighs his hands back and forth, “But as soon as I got caught up in your eyes? I forgot.” He smirks and leans against the wall. You huff and shift your weight from foot to foot.

“Are you trying to flirt with me Mr. Barnes?”

“Bucky. And yes. I am.”

“Thank you, but no.” You turn away and move further down the hall. The man was…well a specimen. However from what you’d heard, the bad would end up far outweighing the good.

“Was it something I said?” He calls after you, recalling something about hating to see somebody go, but loving to watch them walk away. That most definitely applied to you.

“Most likely yes. But as soon as I got caught up in your eyes—I forgot.” You call back to him, not stopping to look back.

“You wound me! One date!”

“No thank you!”

“Just one! I’m rough around the edges, but I’m a softy at heart!” The smooth talk was all coming back to him, he was almost giddy with it even though he probably sounded like an idiot. This was so, normal.

“Mr. Barnes this is a school. I’d appreciate it if you’d desist,” You insist, pausing in your walk to turn back to look at him.

“Coffee then. You look like you could use it after today,” he supplies quickly, before taking a deep breath and steeling himself. “Please?” You eye him carefully, taking in your options. One date wouldn’t hurt anybody. No strings. Nothing to worry about. Those thoughts sent a rush of emotion through your body. Another one time thing, fling, or short relationship just seemed like a lot of work for something that would end sooner rather than later.

“I’m not looking for some tryst Mr. Barnes. I’m sick of that kind of stuff. I’ve got responsibilities. And you’ve got a lot going on. I’m sorry. With all due respect, no.” He frowns at your response. Women had changed quite a lot more than he’d thought. They still wanted to settle down, but you were much stronger than the ladies he remembered spending his time with. Of course, that might have just been because of his choice in company.

“I understand. Responsibility I get. Needing a constant in your life I get. It's—” he cuts off and shakes his head, this was silly. “It’s fine.” You bite your lip and nod, turning to open the gym doors, he turns to head back the other way to wait with Steve.

“Wait. Bucky?” You call, letting the door handle go to walk part of the way toward him. What was running through your head at that moment you had no idea. He turns back and raises his eyebrows in question so that you stop short. “Dinner would be great.”

Watching Over You -- Sam x Reader

(Based off of this imagine. Hope you like it! xx)

You held your tiny baby girl in your arms, motherly love in your eyes as you nestled her closely to your warm body and listened to her quiet, gentle breaths; whenever mothers had said that holding their child confirmed that they couldn’t love anybody else as much as them you hadn’t believed them, but now that you could run your fingers over her pink cheeks and little mouth, you couldn’t deny that you felt exactly how they had described it.

Both you and Sam had thought that it would be absolutely impossible to have a child while living a life that was no place for one, but the desire had gotten too strong for you to fight anymore; you had to give up hunting in order to have what you truly wanted. It had come as a surprise when Dean had been completely supportive of your decision, and he had even celebrated because of the fact that he would be an uncle; you swore that ever since your little girl had been born, he kept just as close of an eye on her as you and her father did. Part of the reason for this was that she had been born prematurely, and her below-average size was nerve-wracking. She had been required to stay in the hospital for a few days longer than you because the doctors had wanted to watch over her, and you had worried yourself sick researching the different side effects of her condition, from breathing problems to hypoglycemia. Sam carried you to bed during those anxious nights, soothing you as you trembled in his strong and loving hold and reassuring you that everything would turn out alright; he had allowed your tears to soak his shirts until your cries ceased, and always made you feel content once again by tangling one of his hands in yours. It was needless to say that of course, you were still concerned and had the right to be, but holding your daughter gave you more assurance than you would never need.

“You gave us all quite a scare,” you whispered, tracing her tiny lips with the very tip of your thumb before giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. “But we’re going to turn out okay. I promise.”

Sam caught the mother-daughter moment when he silently slipped into the nursery with caution, a smile widening on his face as he took in how much powerful affection was on yours. He had been just as worried as you were about your child’s state, but had kept it to himself as so not to cause you any more unneeded distress, and upon seeing the scene he was so glad that the existence of her condition could hang in the back of your minds instead of being the main focus, which was now just on the three of you being a true family.

“Hey,” he told you in a hushed tone, crouching down next to where you sat and kissing you full on the mouth; he then held out his pointer finger and ran it over his child’s small digits, both of your breaking out into grins when they wrapped around his. “How long has she been sleeping?”

“She just fell asleep a few minutes ago,” you confided quietly, frowning a little. “Didn’t even make a sound after I fed her before she drifted off.”

Noticing the sudden worry creasing lines on your forehead, he put a hand on your cheek.

“She was probably just really exhausted,” he assured you, but his comfort didn’t help because while you nodded, tears filled your eyes. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just…I j-just think she’s so quiet,” you mumbled, trying not to shake so you wouldn’t wake your daughter. “She barely cries or anything. I thought that it was normal for them to keep you awake and make you go crazy whenever you want to sleep…but she’s just so easy to take care of, and doesn’t give us a hard time.”

“The doctors said that it would be normal for this to happen,” Sam told you, but doubt was also present in his voice, even though he tried his best to shield it so that you wouldn’t get more upset.

You shook your head, salt water slowly making its way down your cheeks.

“I…” You gulped, looking down at your child. “..I just don’t know a-anymore, S-Sam.”

Your voice was so broken that Sam’s throat got tight, and he had to look way for a few seconds so that he could compose himself before turning back to your nearly-quaking form. An idea suddenly formed in his mind, and he wiped the tears from your cheeks with quick brushes of his fingers before looking up towards the ceiling; you were confused as he did, but became assuaged when you realized what he was doing.

“Castiel,” he murmured, squeezing your hand. “We haven’t seen you in a while, and we have something to ask of you. So please, if you can, come to us. We would truly appreciate it.”

“What do we have to ask him?” you questioned, but was startled when Cas suddenly appeared in front of you; his blue eyes were twinkling at the sight of the family in front of him, for he hadn’t seen you with your child yet.

“Hello, Y/N. Hello, Sam,” he told you peacefully, stepping forward just a bit so he could get a better look at your daughter. “She’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Hi, Cas,” you responded, giving him a sad smile. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, man,” Sam stood up so that he could put his hand on the angel’s shoulder, grinning broadly. “We’re really happy that you could make it.”

“Everything that has been happening with the angels has been quite tranquil, actually,” he mused. “So, I’ve nothing to worry about at the moment. What may I assist you with?”

“Well,” Sam started, kissing your cheek before continuing. “As you can see, she’s very small compared to other newborns.”

“Yes,” Cas replied, lips pulling down slightly. “That is very concerning.”

“She’s also quiet a lot of the time,” you added, pulling her closer to you. “I just can’t stand it.”

Sam took a deep breath as he met your gaze and nodded before returning his eyes to Castiel; the angel was waiting in anticipation of what he had been called for.

“We were wondering, Cas,” The Winchester smiled. “Could you be her guardian angel?”

The idea hung in the air for several seconds as both you and Cas processed it inside of your minds. Your eyes were pricking with tears again because you absolutely loved the idea, the having an embodiment of divinity that you could trust watch over your own little angel made you feel joyful inside. Both you and Sam eagerly awaited his response to the question, eyes bright with hope.

“I…I have no words,” Castiel was astonished at what he had been just asked, and his huge grin confirmed his answer before even spoke again. “It would be such a privilege to be just that to her.”

You started to cry out of happiness, your shining smile the greatest form of thanks that the angel had ever seen; Sam mouthed a “thank you” to him before pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips to his daughter’s cheek. Cas watched as the scene played out, having never before seen such a picture of love and optimism on his entire existence.

“You’re safe, you’re safe,” you mumbled, slightly tripping over your words because of the strong emotions swirling around inside of you; laughing softly in bliss, you embraced Sam’s mouth with yours.

“That’s right,” he whispered as you pulled away, his hazel orbs warm and full of belief in the future that wouldn’t ever break easily. “You have an angel watching over you.”

Flashbacks (A Joshifer One-Shot)


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anonymous asked:

what is a really really good larry fic

SO MANY!!! SO FREAKING MANY!!!!! here’s some like rly big name ones and just some personal faves!!!

Pull Me Under ~140k

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

Red Brick Heart ~98k

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

Empty Skies ~134k

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream — making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.

just me, you, and this box of matches ~87k

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

things have gotten closer to the sun ~49K

it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.


when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

like a bastard on the burning sea ~22k

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

not ready to lose today ~8k

“I don’t mean, like,” Louis starts, coughing a bit, “I don’t think he’s become a diva or summat. I’m not trying to start shit. But like - he’s different, yeah? Or am I different?”

“Maybe neither of you is different,” Zayn suggests. “Maybe just, like, your relationship has changed.”

That much is obvious, but the way Zayn says it makes it sound profound.

“Tour’s gonna be weird as fuck,” Louis says with a laugh that’s a lot lighter than how he feels.

(Or, the one where Louis figures it out.)

i’m not calling you a liar (just don’t lie to me) ~33k

Louis can’t stop lying. Harry runs a farm. Somehow, he squeezes the truth out of him.

take my hand (take my whole life too) ~9k

“What would you do,” Louis begins, knowing that this will only hurt him more, “If this was your last day on earth?”

Harry thinks for a bit, brow furrowed in concentration, and then he says sort of cheekily, “Go skydiving. See my family, see my friends.”

“What else, Harry?”

Purer Than The Water (like we were) ~33K

Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love.

“Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second.”

I Had The Life Of Ordinary, I Spat It Out ~22k

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

Let’s Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay ~(WIP)

A George of the Jungle AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

one more for the stars ~16K

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

These Roads We Stumble Down ~18k

He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.

Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it’s a long ride to Glasgow.

Isolationist ~8k

A Sky High AU where Harry can fly, Louis is shocking (literally), and Zayn really wishes Harry would stop thinking details at him during every spare moment.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time ~ WIP (warning for underage scenes)

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

Tie Your Heart ~38k

Harry grows wings.

The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) ~122k

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

you and me were kings ~28k

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

the whole world, it is sleeping (but my world is you) ~22k

“Louis knows who this boy is. He saw him at the audition, on the chair in line getting interviewed. He’s called Harry, and he’s got the most brilliant voice and the biggest sob story that Louis has ever heard, and what Louis knows is that he doesn’t want it to be a sob story at all. His eyes are a wide, glossy sea glass green, and he can’t see a thing.”

Louis never really knew commitment, never really knew love, until Harry.

i’m a moon at midnight ~4k

where harry gives and never takes and louis throws pieces of paper into his hair during class and there’s a stranger leaving harry gifts on his doorstep.

Just a Fine and Fancy Ramble ~13k

Louis continues to watch as the fit boy waggles his eyebrows dramatically at the penguin. Clearly, he’s very invested in winning the staring contest, which means Louis still has time to come up with a plan of attack. He turns to his sisters. “Girls, look cute. You know how to snag a boy right?”

College Au where Harry leads an army of penguins and rocks purple penis headscarves, Louis is generally covered in pigeon shit and panicking over worm dissections, Liam just wants to save his pet bird from Harry’s ill thought out sacrificial plans, and Niall and Zayn are definitely not dating.

i hear it all in the center of my heart (you are the love of my life) ~4k

Getting married has turned Louis into a properly whipped sap. Harry may or may not want to punch him in the face.

Fringe ~19k

A boy with erogenous scalp and a hair stylist; a match made in heaven.

Louis is the hair stylist who likes to flirt and tease but never dates, and Harry is the boy trying to change that.

we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map ~21k

louis is a single father and harry just wants to be part of the family

Weigh Us Down (We’re In Love) ~23k

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at that. “We’re friends?”

Louis nods eagerly, smiling even wider. “Of course we are! You’re like, my first ever friend here. We just moved in, you see. Did I already tell you about that? Anyway! Maybe you can stay for dinner and I can show you my toys?”

Harry smiles. “You’ll let me play with you?”

Louis nods again, excited. “Of course!” He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then he’s slipping off the couch and crouching in front of Harry. “Oh, and Mum always kisses my wounds after she fixes them up. It makes me feel loads better all the time, so.” He leans forward and puckers his lips, pressing them over the bandage on Harry’s knee.

(harry and louis first meet when they’re eight and ten. this is their story throughout the years.)

If You Wanna Try Me On ~18k

To be fair, Harry’d been half asleep when Niall convinced him to put in his CV in the first place. Like, Harry wants to be a proper serious journalist—he’s not about to give up that dream in favour of becoming a personal assistant at a fashion magazine, or…whatever. Harry’s not actually all that sure what Tomlinson Styles even is, beyond his ticket to fame or any of the other things Niall’d spouted off at him, but when he shows up for the interview and is unceremoniously shoved into an office with the Tomlinson part of that equation, all Harry can really think about is that he would like to be a Tomlinson-Styles.

…or the Devil Wears Prada AU that no one wanted. Sort of.

with your love we could breathe underwater ~28k

Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis.

Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one.

AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated.

love is simple, it’s just that simple ~6k

“Love,” Harry says, and it’s kind of a routine now, because they’ve been together for 3 years and Louis has had insomnia for way longer than that. “Come back to bed.”

louis has insomnia, and harry has a whole lot of love for louis

and darling i will be loving you ‘til we’re 70 ~11k

“Well, you deal with the football team, and we’ll handle everything else,” Teddy answers. He sits up confidently and crosses his arms – Harry always tells them that believing in yourself is 90% of the job – with his head held high. Louis sees a flicker of determination in his eyes, mixed with a bit of mischief and youthful exuberance. It reminds him of himself, when he was younger and even now, 32 years old and married with four children. He’s really fucking grateful for the life that he lives and the kids that he has. (And his husband is pretty alright, or whatever.)

A canon spin on Posh/Becks where Louis coaches their daughter’s football team for the very first time and Harry comes back from a summer working for Saint Laurent.

Before You Came Into My Life (I missed you so bad) ~16k

Louis has made a lot of bad decisions after smoking up with Zayn at one in the morning. Oddly enough, texting a random phone number he found tucked into a library book turns out not to be one of them.

Or an AU where Louis is a closeted A-list actor and Harry is just your average Uni student who only signs things with smiley faces.

im sorry this is probs too many i got rly carried away D: