kicked right in the feelings

“Got The Love” -- Miles Wood Imagine

A/N: School is ABSOLUTELY kicking my ass right now and I’ve been having major Miles feels lately so I decided to write something cute with lots of fluff about Miles because I need this and why the hell not. This was also inspired by shirtless Miles at a wedding, pictured above. 

Song: Got The Love – Don Diablo, Khrebto

“When did you know?” He whispered to me. My hands slid under the back of his shirt and I placed my palms flat on his back as I trailed them up and down. I pressed my head further into his chest as an attempt to contain my smile. I felt his arms wrap tighter around my torso. A breeze tumbled through the night and ruffled the bottom of my dress, and if it wasn’t for the giant heaters that lined the patio, there was no way I would be able to withstand the wedding reception that was being held on a beach at night.

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Watching Kimi no na wa
  • What you expected: Cute highschoolers swapping bodies which results in hilarious shenanigans and the unexpected budding romance.
have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.
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Some interesting contrasts between Kylo and Hux’s childhoods from the novels:



“Brendol Hux is not a popular man. He isn’t army, he isn’t navy. He’s cold, smug, stubborn. He spends his time alone. Even his own son stays away from him—and that boy has no friends here, either. With the fall of the Empire, Hux and his son have been increasingly alienated.” - Empire’s End


“His expression reminded her a little bit of Ben’s when he was little, running in after an afternoon of roughhousing with his friends, hair mussed, absolutely filthy, and proud of himself.” - Bloodline



”He has a child, a bastard boy, as I understand. Not born of his wife, Maratelle, but of some … kitchen woman” - Life Debt


“On the day the Instruments of Surrender are signed, a child is born on Chandrila to Leia Organa and Han Solo. Friends and family gather. Rumors fly about who was there and who was not. Some say that the golden boy, Luke Skywalker, made an appearance and then was gone again, off on some untold mission. Others say his absence was conspicuous. Missing, too, was Solo’s copilot, who is said to have finally found his own Wookiee family on Kashyyyk. Stories of the birth range from the dramatic and fortuitous to the utterly inauspicious—one story suggests that the birthing chamber was occupied for three whole days while Leia struggled. Another tells the tale that it was fast and painless: She merely needed to calm herself and meditate to make the moment as untroubled as a mountain lake. Some say the boy was born with a shock of black hair, others that he had a full set of teeth, others still that he was just a baby like any other, sweet one moment, screaming the next, and nestling at his mother as any healthy child does.

What is known is this: The child’s name is Ben, and he takes his father’s last name, even as Leia keeps only her own family name, Organa.” - Empire’s end

“But of course you should! None of the Elder Houses adjudicates succession through strict bloodline inheritance.” Privately Lady Carise held some reservations about this. Bloodlines had to matter somewhat, otherwise the very concept of royalty would be discounted. However, she believed that inner nobility could be demonstrated through action, and despite her political disagreements with the princess, Lady Carise felt nobody could deny Leia’s courage was the equal of any monarch’s. “You must succeed Lord Mellowyn, just as your son must someday succeed you.”

For a moment Princess Leia looked weary, as if she had aged between one sentence and the next. “I can’t see Ben taking much interest in the governorship, either.” - Bloodline

Parents and “mentors”


“Armitage is a weak-willed boy. Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless. But I’ll teach him. You’ll… you’ll see. He has potential.” - Life Debt

“Hm. Brendol does not much like you, I suspect.”

Tears line the boy’s eyelids as he nods in agreement. “I suspect that is correct, sir.” - Empire’s End

“The months for Sloane are hard and lonely. The Imperialis is a cold, impeccably designed ship, and she shares it with a pack of wild children and the haggard, haunted remnant of the man named Brendol Hux. The early days of the trip were spent worrying about whether or not one day Hux would rally his vicious orphans to slay her while sleeping. But once she saw that the children listened to Hux’s own son—a pale slip of a boy with a tousle of red hair—she went to him and asked young Armitage to make a deal with her. She said to Armitage: “If you’re willing to keep me safe from the children, then I will keep you safe from your father. Do we have an accord?” The boy nodded and said that they did.” - Empire’s End

“He nodded. Smiling through tears. Blubbering that he was her man. Then she added, “Your son. Armitage. I know you don’t like him. I suspect you hurt him— psychologically or physically, I don’t know, and I don’t care. You will leave him alone. And you will teach the boy everything that you know. Are we clear?” More blubbering, more nodding. That solved that problem.”  -  Empire’s End


“There! There it is. Washing over her and through her — an awareness unlike any she’s ever felt before. A pulsing glow, flickering and strong.

It’s not the plant. It’s not Luke. It’s not even Han.

It’s her child.

This isn’t just a mother’s recognition of the life inside—that, she already knows. She’s already well aware of the bump and tumble of that little person she carries. (And she already knows about the heartburn, and the pre-breakfast nausea, and the post-breakfast nausea, and the post-post-breakfast hunger)

This goes beyond all that. This is something separate from her. It isn’t a physical feeling. It is all around her. It suffuses her like the perfume from a jungle of flowers. As such, she is suddenly aware of her child’s mind and spirit: She senses pluck and wit and steel blood and a keen mind and by the blood of Alderaan is this one going to be a fighter!” - Life Debt

“Princess Leia’s baby, he knows, will have a good life. The best life. A family kept together, a father and mother who love him…” -  Empire’s End

“The dark, now lit with stars. One by one, like eyes opening. Comforting at first, then sinister as she worries, Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach— Inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side up and upside down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her. It’s not time, she thinks. Just a little longer.

Luke, she wants to cry out. But her words won’t come. Her mouth is sealed, a hand pressed over it. One by one, stars go dark again, winking out of existence as if by a hand slowly closing over them—” - Empire’s End

“But her baby boy? Him she can effortlessly feel inside her. Not just the way that all mothers can feel the living creature within, but she can feel him with the invisible hands of the Force: With it she senses the margins of his burgeoning mind, she knows his mood, she can tell that he’s healthy. He is less a human-shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust through with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal—Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

Right now her son is upset, tumbling inside her as if he can’t get comfortable. His light, flickering with the dark. She centers herself and concentrates. The walls of the room fall away. Everything is white and then it’s black. Then she’s in the calm, airless void. As Leia finds her peace, so does her son.” - Empire’s End

“While Leia is in the other room taking a shower, Han says in a low voice: “Hey. It’s you and me, kid. Whole damn galaxy against us but we’ll make it through okay. I’m not always gonna be the best dad—c’mon, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I can barely take care of myself. But I’ll always keep us pointed in the right direction…even if we zig and zag a little to get there. There’s your first lesson: Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t mean following a straight line. Sometimes you gotta—” He takes his hand and gestures with it like it’s a fish swimming this way and that, left and right and up and down. “Don’t tell your mother I said that.”


He stoops down and gingerly reaches for his son. He hoists him up and Ben twists and turns in his grip. He’s so small. Han thinks how easy it would be to break him. Or to drop him. The boy is vulnerable to everything. And so he does what feels most natural—he protects the kid by bringing him close to his chest. And just like that Ben stops crying. The boy nuzzles up against his collarbone. He burps once, his dark eyes pinch shut, and he’s out like a light.” -  Empire’s End

“Leia called upon her memories of Ben as she smiled at them.” - Bloodline

“We’ve lost our son, forever.”

Leia bit her lower lip, refusing to concede. “No. It was Snoke.”

Han drew back slightly. “Snoke?”

She nodded. “He knew our child would be strong with the Force. That he was born with equal potential for good or evil.”

“You knew this from the beginning? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She sighed. “Many reasons. I was hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn’t true. I hoped I could sway him, turn him away from the dark side, without having to involve you.” … I thought I could sheild him from Snoke’s influence and you from what was happening.” Her voice dropped. “It’s clear now that I was wrong. Whether your involvement would have made a difference, we’ll never know.”

He had trouble believing what he was hearing. “So Snoke was watching our son.”

“Always,” she told him. “From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side.”  - The Force Awakens Novelization



“The gift. You want to know about the gift. Here it is, Armitage: You will lead these children. They will serve you. And one day soon your father will pass down his teachings to you, and you will learn to do what he did. It will be your life’s work to take children like these savages and hammer their malleable minds into whatever shape you so require. They will be tools built for the work at hand. That is my gift to you, boy. One day your father will die. One day soon, I fear. And you will take his place.” -  Empire’s End

“They train every day here on board the ship at the urging of both Brendol and his son Armitage. Armitage has grown more vicious during these months, even for such a small boy. Sloane likes him. But she worries about him, too.”Empire’s End


“And then, the black edging of the dark side encircles her bliss like a noose. Because what rides swift on the heels of hope but fear — a fear that stretches out far and wide like a growing shadow. Fear of having a child in an unstable galaxy. Fear of whether or not Han is alive — or Luke, too. Will the child grow up with a father? An uncle? A mentor? What is her legacy and what will her boy’s legacy be?” - Life Debt

“The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand.” - Empire’s End

“Leia can’t do what Luke can do and maybe never will, but she can quiet the kid with but the faintest of gestures. He hates to admit it, but he’s jealous of that. Han will never have that with Ben. They’re connected in a way he can’t even begin to understand. “You know. Use the Force.” -  Empire’s End

“One day she would have to reveal all this to her son. The truth of Vader’s identity had shattered her; she could not imagine what it might mean to Ben. At least Luke could tell Ben the most important part—that Vader had, in the end, been redeemed. Anakin Skywalker had returned; the dark side had been defeated by the light.” - Bloodline

“She needed to explain to Ben that they’d kept from telling him because they’d wanted to find the right moment. She realized now that she’d been fooling herself. Luke, too. There could be no good time to learn news this devastating.” - Bloodline

If there’s a bison miraculous it should go to Kim, just saying… cause he’s bi and he’s my son

Receipts of a possible redemption arc

After reading the new infos about baby Ben Solo, i’ve been wanting to put together all the evidences pointing to a likely redemption arc.

The Force Awakens novelization:

When next Snoke spoke there was an intimacy in his voice, a familiarity that stood in sharp contrast to the commanding tone he had used with Hux.
“I have never had a student with such promise—before you.”
Ren straightened. “It is your teachings that make me strong, Supreme Leader.”
Snoke demurred. “It is far more than that. It is where you are from. What you are made of. The dark side—and the light. The finest sculptor cannot fashion a masterpiece from poor materials. He must have something pure, something strong, something unbreakable, with which to work. I have—you.

He met her eyes steadily. “We’ve lost our son, forever.”
Leia bit her lower lip, refusing to concede. “No. It was Snoke.
Han drew back slightly. “Snoke?”
She nodded. “He knew our child would be strong with the Force. That he was born with equal potential for good or evil.
“You knew this from the beginning? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She sighed. “Many reasons. I was hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn’t true. I hoped I could sway him, turn him away from the dark side, without having to involve you.” A small smile appeared. “You had—you have—wonderful qualities, Han, but patience and understanding were never among them. I was afraid that your reactions would only drive him farther to the dark side. I thought I could shield him from Snoke’s influence and you from what was happening.” Her voice dropped. “It’s clear now that I was wrong. Whether your involvement would have made a difference, we’ll never know.”
He had trouble believing what he was hearing. “So Snoke was watching our son.
Always,” she told him. “From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side.”

The Supreme Leader’s voice was flat. “You have compassion for her.
“No—never. Compassion? For an enemy of the Order?”
“I perceive the problem,” Snoke intoned. “It isn’t her strength that is making you fail. It’s your weakness.” The rebuke hurt, but Ren didn’t show it.

“I want the entire Ileenium system destroyed.”
Daring to disagree, Ren took a step forward. “No—Supreme Leader, I can get the map from the girl, and that will be the end of it. I just need your guidance.”
“And you promised me when it came to destroying the Resistance you wouldn’t fail me.” The threatening figure of Snoke leaned toward Ren. […]

“Kylo Ren. It appears that a reminder is in order. So I will show you the dark side. Bring the girl to me.”

He (Kylo Ren) looked at the officer. “The trooper who was on guard?”
“Still being debriefed, sir. He doesn’t remember what happened. One minute he was at his post, at ease. The next, he found himself in his quarters, changing out of uniform. Initial assessment indicates he is telling the truth.” The officer hesitated. “If you would wish to try stronger methods I can…”
“No—no. Keep questioning him. Just—questioning. He may remember something.” 

Ren hesitated.
“It’s too late,” he said.
“No, it’s not.” Halfway across the walkway now, Han continued to move forward, smiling. “Never too late for the truth. Leave here with me. Come home.” Without the slightest trace of malice or deception, he cast a dagger. “Your mother misses you.”
A strange sensation touched the younger man’s cheeks. Something long forgotten. Dampness. Tears. […]
Stunned by his own action, Kylo Ren fell to his knees. Following through on the act ought to have made him stronger, a part of him believed. Instead, he found himself weakened. 

The Force Awakens junior novelization:

Snoke’s voice assumed a fatherly tone. “I never had a student with such promise…before you.”
“It’s your teachings that make me strong, Supreme Leader,” Ren said.
“It is far more than that. It is where you are from. What you are made of. The dark side,” the Supreme Leader said, hesitating before saying the next words, “and the light.”

He held her stare, and then his gloved hands touched the sides of his mask and took it off.
He had a young man’s face, with an old man’s eyes. His lips and dark hair stood out against the pale complexion of one who shirked the sun. He looked like a student who took no joy in his studies. One who perceived only the great problems of the galaxy and not its simple pleasures. […]

“And Han Solo,” he said. “He feels like the father you never had.”
His tone softened, as if he cared. “Let it go. He would disappoint you.”

Ben had the wavy dark hair that Han remembered, now shoulder length. His mother’s cheeks, Han’s chin. Yet everything about him was narrow and stark, as if he had starved himself of nourishment. And his eyes were not the brown eyes Han remembered. They were dim and dark and terribly sad. […]

In the last few seconds of his life, he thought of the Falcon and his furry first mate and his beautiful princess, but he saw only his son. The darkness in his eyes. And the sadness.
Han forgave his son for what he had done. He prayed someday his son would forgive him in turn.

Aftermath Empire’s End:

Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach -
Inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side, up and down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her.

He is less a human shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal - Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.
Right now, her son is upset, tumbling inside her as if he can’t get comfortable. His light, flickering with dark. […]
As Leia finds her peace, so does her son. […]
My son is alive. The future is bright.  […]
The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand.


“They (Han and Leia) had this kid who was born equal parts good and evil. He is someone who is broken….But it’s more than just having a bad seed as a kid. Snoke had targeted this kid, knew that this kid was gonna be incredibly powerful in the force and wanted him as an ally. So this mother and father had a target for a son. Someone was watching their boy. And these parents aren’t there enough to guide him.” (J.J. Abrams)

Q: Without giving away any spoilers, what’s one aspect about Kylo Ren you are excited for fans to see in the next film?

Adam Driver: I think that’s such a general answer, but you know… humanity.

“Imagine the stakes for him in his youth… Having all these special powers and having your parents absent during that process on their own agendas, equally as selfish. He’s lost in the world that he was raised in, and feels that he was kind of abandoned by the people he was closest with.(Adam Driver) 

[…] The family dynamic and desperately wanting family to be part of his life but not getting it. The anxiety and lot of anger that that creates and that last a lifetime. (Adam Driver)

I hope i’m not forgetting anything, but please feel free to add.

i want a scene where anakin’s kickin it at padme’s and he’s fiddling with some piece of machinery and padme’s having some girl talk with a fellow senator who’s complaining about how she’s been getting beard burn from her lover or whatever, and anakin, without looking up, just chimes in “have him trim it to medium length and use beard oil on it every night. works like a charm.” and the senator is like “oh. thank you. i’ll have him do that.” and padme just side-eyes the fuck out of anakin like “yes, thank you anakin. though since when have you, my clean-shaven friend, been an expert on beard care?” and anakin’s like “congrats i played myself”

❝ You save me since forever ❞

Plot: Your ex has kidnapped you and your boyfriend Taehyung could’t do anything but watch your torture. 

Words count: 1,4k+

Genre: Angst/ Fluffy in the end. 

For this cutie @rajwah12345, I hope you like it. 
N.B. I made this before me and Illi put rules, but i felt uncomfortable to write it. So if you have this kind of request, I’ll think if accept them or not. It depends on my feelings at the moment. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Your head explodes, at least it’s the sensation you feel. Do you feel sick and when you open your eyes the only thing you see is a high ceiling. The smell is nauseating, you can’t get where you are and your hands are tied behind your back.  

You look around and panic begins to make its way inside you, but it’s only when you can glimpse a figure not far from you that panic fades into fear, which one is primal and frightening that leaves no way out.  

You start screaming, not even think if it’s the right thing or not, but this causes only the reaction of the man in black. Immediately you feel a sharp pain in the chest, at the point where he kicked you without hesitation. You can’t breathe, it’s hard when a kick takes your breath away, you start gasping and resting your forehead on the cold floor while you’re trying not to throw up because of suddenly pain.  

“You stupid bitch, who told you to scream?”  

That voice, unfortunately, you recognize it but can’t say anything since you’ve to get back from the kick yet. A new pain overcomes you when he pulls your head back violently, clutching your hair with strength how much to make you feel like your skin is sore.  

“Ple.. Please.. Nu… Nuhan… ” You plead with a broken voice, relishing the metallic taste of blood in your mouth

“What bitch? It was so easy, you know? Now your boyfriend will live the show firsthand. ”  

“Leave him alone, please.”  

“Hurt you is a fun, the person I want to really hurt is him.”  

His smirk scares you and he lets you go, but without the balance you slam your face against the floor, adding more pain to what you already do.  

You spit the blood gathered in your mouth and with painful effort you put yourself on the side, even if the pain of the hands tied almost kills you.  

He holds your phone and you want to do something, but you don’t have the slightest chance. Your breath becomes heavily when his foot rests on your shoulder, pushes you and making you finish with your back against the floor. Now his foot is on your neck and if only he would he could choke you off really easy.  

You hear the phone ring, he puts on speakerphone, and you pray fervently that he doesn’t answer or is busy with practice or any type of show. You pray but in the end no one will listen.  


“Sorry, I’m not your babe.”  

Frost, despite being a phone call, immediately upon you and you can imagine Taehyung’s look in hearing a voice different from your own.  


“I said shut up bitch!”  

He hushes you up by giving an aggressive kick on your face, takes your breath away and provokes you another wave of pain while you can hear the heartbreaking scream on the other side of the phone.  


“Do you think I’m scared, kid?”  

“I swear to you that if… I swear I’ll kill you. I find you and kill you. ”  

“You can’t even tie your shoes alone and you think you can do something?”  

You hear their voices distorted, the pain is so intense that he momentarily knocked you out. You try to get up, he moves away to talk to the phone, in a vain attempt to get the seat. You want to run, but it’s even hard for you to breathe, running away would be impossible.  

“So, I say we could switch the camera kid. Enjoy the show. ”  

And here comes the moment that you feared most. He’s approaching you and girds your hair in a tight grip, rends you a shout load of pain.  You try to struggle but he strikes more his tight on your hair, pulling you up so much that you lose the balance and you’re about to fall backward when he upholds, smirking with malice.  

“Let her. GOD… I SAID, LET HER GO, FUCK. ”  


“I think these bruises are too few? What do you say, kid? ”  

He doesn’t finish the sentence that makes you fall on your knees, uploading with strength and giving you a kick right between your ribs that makes you believe you never feel so much pain in your life. You open your eyes wide due to the pain, almost falling forward but he grabs you again to the hair while as an echo you hear your boyfriend who screams without, however, being able to do anything.  

“N-Nuhan.. Please.. Please.. ”  

“Tell me, kid.”  

“Let her go. I’ll do anything you want, but let her go … You.. you’re killing her.. ”  

“That’s what I want.”  

His answer doesn’t touch you, you don’t care about dying but everything is preferable to what you’re coping with. Your gaze alights on your cell phone, placed on a small table nearby, and you can see even in a blurry, Taehyung’s look. He’s in pain and you hate that more than everything else. You smile to him, you don’t want it all go away with watching you bloodied. You want him to remember your smile, that was the first thing he falls in love with.  

“I love you Tae” You mime with your lips and another kick arrives, making you fall to the ground, totally passed out.   


A muffled light caressing your eyes and allows you to wake up. You’re in a room with lighter walls, a constant buzzing sound in your ears but don’t you worry. You see a room dryer in the corner and you can, finally, figure out that you’re in a hospital room.  

Your body is totally sore, there’s not a single part of it that doesn’t hurt. You can’t move your leg and the heaviness of it tells you that it’s in a cast. Even breathing is painful and you feel a tight bandage around your chest, which causes an annoying itch along with sorrow.  


Your voice is unrecognizable but you don’t think much about it, you just survived to the torture, you can also look like a seal while you talk that no one can say something disgusted to you and you don’t care about it.

No one will respond and you come to close your eyes again, looking for that little bit of peace that was coming before.  

When you hear someone enter the room keep your eyes closed, curious to hear what they’re saying. You recognize Namjoon’s voice, veiled of concern, and that of Taehyung which has a tone that you’ve never heard before.  

“Tae is over.. Now she’s here and saves. ”  

“He better stay in that jail cell for his entire life.”  

“Calm down.”  

“Calm down? Hyung, look at her! He tortured her in front my eyes and I.. I couldn’t do anything! ”  

“You risked making the situation worse. You did well to use GPS.. With your trick police was able to go where she held hostage ”  

“I could do something.”  

His hand caressing your cheek gently and you feel it trembling, so you open your eyes and chain them in his. You look at each other for an instant that seems infinite and instantly his lips are on yours. You ignore the pang of pain that that simple and sweet touch causes you, starting to kiss him slowly. His bottom lip slowly caresses your upper lip and without realizing your tongues touch just, provoking in both shivers throughout the body.  

“Maybe it’s better if I leave … ”  

Namjoon murmurs but you’re too busy to kiss Taehyung to listen to it. He left the room and you keep going and you feel his hand on your face and his fingers caressing your hair. Your sigh makes him slide away and he leans his forehead against yours, letting your breath bump into his soft lips.  

“Thank you for saving me..”  

“I coul– ”  

“Stop.. You saved my life, Tae. ”  

“It was the police.”  

“Police came because of you. It’s the umpteenth time that you do. ”  


“Save me.”  

“When I would have done that …?”  

“You do this every day. You save me since forever, Kim Taehyung. ”  

A Sleepless Night In Neverland

Summary: It’s the night before a big hunt, and you can’t stop tossing and turning in your bed. After a few hours of restlessness, Peter comes in to the rescue, and has an idea of how to lull you off to sleep.

Word Count: 737

Warnings: Mild Language

You kick your sheets off your body, then pull them back over. You try turning over onto your left side, then your right, then back onto your left. You kick your sheets off again, feeling too overheated, then quickly succumb to the cold, woodsy air, and the whole infuriating routine starts over again.

Annoyed, you let out a frustrated sigh. You don’t know why you can’t sleep. You’ve almost never had trouble going to bed knowing in the morning you’d get to wake up and join Peter on a big mermaid raid. But for some reason, tonight, you could just simply not keep your eyes shut.

You decide to turn over again and count sheep, but lose track (and interest) after eleven. You’re about to count horses instead when you hear the sound of the big curtains that lead into your tent being pulled back, and see the light of a lantern being carried into the room. Instantly, you clamp your eyes shut, and pretend to be unconscious.

You feel panic rise up in your chest: of course the one night you can’t sleep is the night an assassin creeps into the camp.

But then, you smell the familiar apple-cinnamon scent, and all your fears are swiftly washed away.

“Don’t bother pretending, love,” you hear Peter say, and feel the weight of him sitting down at the foot of your bed, “I can practically hear you tossing and turning all the way from my tent.”

You open your eyes, grinning. “It’s not my fault! I can’t sleep a fucking wink tonight, and it’s starting to annoy the piss out of me.”

Peter just chuckles, gazing at you with an amused expression.

“Alright,” he says after a moment, “Make some room. I have an idea.”

You scoot over to the opposite edge of the bed, and Peter crawls in next to you, extending his arm around you and setting the lantern down on your small bed side table. You lean into the side of his body, resting your head on his chest.

“Once upon a time…” He starts, and you actually snort laughter.

He shoots you a puzzled look, and you roll your eyes at him. “Peter, you’re literally the star of your own fairy tale. You can not tell me I’m supposed to listen to you-”

“Shh!” Peter hushes you, then recomposes himself. “Once upon a time, there was an island. Now, this island was no ordinary island. It was filled with magic and potions, and had evil pirates and even lagoons filled with killer mermaids. The leader of this island was a tall, striking, fearless, handsome-”

Peter you are literally not about to tell me the story of-

“Quiet, you ass! This is the good part.” He puts a hand over your mouth, and carries on.

“…The leader of this island was a tall, striking, fearless, handsome gentleman who’s name was…hmm..Span.”

Peter tries to muffle your laughter once more, and eventually you just bury your face in his shoulder so he can continue the rest of his story.

“Where was I…oh, yes, Span. Span was a wonderful leader. The Lost Boys loved him, and thought he was the most glorious person to ever rule Neverland.”

Peter pauses for a minute before continuing. “But, then, someone else came to the island. A girl.”

You slowly retreat your head back out and look up at Peter.

“This girl was nothing like Span had ever seen before. She was truly afraid of nothing, and conquered all obstacles that came to her before finding the camp of the Lost Boys. And, even though she fought with Span sometimes and tested his patience greatly, and occasionally never knew when to shut up, she was still the most amazing sight Span had ever seen. Deep down, he knew that this girl would carry the entire fate of Neverland.”

It’s at this moment that Peter looks down at you, and you just stare up at him, seeing the gorgeous twinkle in his golden emerald eyes. Then, he leans in, at first just kissing your forehead, and then the top of your nose, and then your lips. The kiss is slow but passionate, and at last you feel like your bed is the coziest place in the entire world, and somewhere you don’t ever want to leave.

You spend a few minutes like this, but then he reaches over and puts out the lantern, wrapping both of his arms around you tightly.

“Goodnight, Lost Girl.” You hear him murmur into your hair.

“Goodnight, Span.”

i think i might come out as trans to my parents after like 2+ years of being in the closet 

I’m trying not to let that sneak peak bug me, because I remember reading a quote from JMO and I can’t remember where I read it, but she’s talking about this episode and how she’s hurt Killian left, but at the same time her superpower does kick in and she feels that something isn’t right.  If anyone knows where I read that, maybe add a link, but I KNOW I read it.  

My feeling is that at the beginning of the episode, the shock of Killian being gone is overpowering her common sense.  All she knows is that someone left her yet again and so her putting his things away is her putting those walls right back up.   

But then, once the shock wears off a bit, I can see her stepping back and just letting her superpower take over.  Her realizing that something isn’t right…her Killian would never just leave her like that and that’s when she starts to fight back.  I just hope she finds her faith that Killian hasn’t left her BEFORE Killian actually comes back!  Killian deserves that kind of faith.

Bellamy’s reaction to Octavia’s “death” was heartbreaking. She is the only family he has and now he thinks she’s dead. This is a guy who has repeatedly lost and been kicked down by life. He was already feeling helpless right before Roan and Echo came in and delivered the devastating news. He was already on the edge of giving up hope and this just sent him over.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog and the way you write these is amazing. I was wondering if I could request the RFA+saeran reacting to finding out mc is homeless? Maybe she was kicked out of home and was on the street, or couldn't cover rent and was evicted and was squatting in her old place, or was staying on friends' couches before she was able to stay in rika's apartment? Only if you want to!!

I like so much when people giive suggestions for plots in the requests, it helps me a lot, so thanks ^^ Hope that’s what you wanted :)

RFA +Saeran reactint to MC being homeless


  • He noticed you always would hang out at his place and was curious to meet yours
  • So you told him, a little embarrassed you didn’t really… have a place
  • “What do you mean, MC?” “Well, I… I… am kinda of homeless? I’m crashing at my cousin’s place right now…”
  • “Why, what happened?” “Oh, I’m just… not on good terms with my parents, I told you, remember? So I didn’t have any place to stay. But it’s fine, don’t worry.”
  • He was sad and deeply worried, but at the same time, he was thinking how Rika was still managing to do good even if she was not here anymore. You stayed at her apartment  for a while, at least. I mean… there was a bomb there, but still…
  • “It’s not fine, MC! Your parents can’t do that to you!” “Yoosung, they can and they did, and it’s fine! Not everybody have great parents as you.  I’m ok, don’t worry!”
  • “How can I not worry, MC? I… just… “ he knew there was only one thing he coulddo: “Move in with me, MC!” “What?”
  • “The place isn’t big and smells weird, but I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, move in with me!”
  • “Yoosung, you barely know me!” “So we’ll take as an opportunity to know each other, I don’t know how it is with your cousin, but what if he kicks you out too? Come live with me before something like this happens, I’ll never kick you out!”
  • “But Yoosung, the rent…” “I can handle by myself, don’t worry!” “No, not like this! Just… wait till I find a job to help you with the bills, and I’ll move in with you, deal?”
  • “Deal! Oh man… I can’t believe I’m gonna have a roomie, and it is… you!” “I know! And my new roomie? He’s so hot, I don’t think I’ll ever take my hands off of him when I move in.” he laughed and blushed, but internally he was screaming and kicking the air in excitement.
  • He was feeling so grown up right now. Sharing the place, splitting the bills… it almost felt like a married couple, and did that idea pleased him.


  • He asked you to move in with him right after the whole bomb at Rika’s apartment, but you were too embarrassed to just say yes like this
  • But he was insisting on it so much, and that just made you feel even worse. “I can’t take advantage of you too like this, Zen!” “What do you mean by ‘too’”?
  • You sighed heavily, it was about time for him to know. “I got evicted…” “Wait, seriously? But… where are you staying right now”
  • You got a little surprised he didn’t seem to mind you didn’t have money to pay for your own responsibilities, he was just… worried for you? Could he be any sweeter and more caring than this?
  • “Don’t worry, I’m at my neighbor’s place… I mean, it’s super weird and I feel like a burden all the time, but at least I could keep some of my stuff like that.”
  • “You should never feel like a burden, princess! Don’t do that to yourself! Are you sure you’re okay? Is your neighbor treating you right?”
  • “Yes, he is cool…” HE? OH HELL NO! “HE? You’re staying with a ‘he’?! MC, I don’t know this guy, but I can tell you for sure he’s expecting something in trade of his generosity!  We’re getting there on monday to get your stuff out of there and you’re moving in with me ! Now it’s a matter of protecting my lady’s honor!”
  • “And your lady’s honor would be intact if I stay here with you?” “Yes!” “Zen, we both know it’s not intact for a while now…” he blushed “Well… this is … this is… different! We’re in love!  Please, MC! I won’t be able to work or sleep well knowing you’re living like this! You said yourself how uncomfortable you are, right? Move in with me, you’re not taking advantage of me, we’re just… rushing something it would happen eventually.” he got a point…
  • “Okay… but you need to let me know which chores I can do around here, and I’ll take some bills as soon as I finish my debt with the landlord, I won’t let you treat me like if I’m on a hotel, okay?” “Yes, sure… I’ll respect whatever you wish!” you knew he would, and he… couldn’t help feeling excited knowing that you’d be around all the time. H e was fantasizing about watching TV together, cooking together, going to bed together… wait, dangerous thoughts! But you living with another man was making  the beast get angry … and he needed to do something about that.
  • “But seriously… can’t we pretend we’re in a hotel just for tonight? I was thinking about filling the hot tub and… you know…”


  • When she would come to the cafe early in the morning, you would be already there. And you would always offer to close the place for her. Wow, she had no idea you were such a workaholic.
  • But it wasn’t that, and one day she found out: you’ve been sleeping in the cafe. “Jaehee, I’m so so sorry, I should’ve told you, I was just too embarrassed and… I understand if you want to fire me… it’ just… I…” you were crying, she couldn’t understand why, but she felt her heart sink…
  • “Fire you? My God, MC, no! I can’t fire my partner! But why are you crying? Let’s calm down and talk…” “I’m… I’m sleeping here because my parents kicked me out!”
  • “They what?” “They… oh! I can’t tell you that!” “MC, you have to, it’s clearly making you suffer, talk to me, please…” she sounded like a therapist, and her eyes were so calm and gentle, how could you leave someone like her without an answer?
  • “They didn’t like I’m dating you, well… a woman…” she was shocked and so angry. She grew up with a family who didn’t care about her, but even this seemed better than what she had just listened.
  • “So, I guess they’ll become even furious when they hear you just moved in with a woman.” “What?”
  •  “I have clothes I can lend you for tonight, but tomorrow we’re going to your… well, their house, and getting your things, okay?” “But, Jaehee, I’ll…”
  • “Don’t worry about a thing. Family is about love, and I love you, so I’m your family and I’ll take care of you. People like us get to choose our families, right?”
  • “I think it was RuPaul who said that.” you two laughed “Yes, I like his show, we can binge watch it at OUR place later, ok?” you didn’t oppose it at all.


  • You had a sleepover at his penthouse. Neither of you were exactly proud of that, but it is what it is, and now you were staying for lunch.
  • He ditched work to spend the morning with you, but all he saw was you acting really tense, checking your phone every 5 minutes, which he found odd.
  • He overheard you on the phone when he let you alone, but came back to pick his phone “Yes, I’ll have the money till Saturday. Please, try to understand, I… yes, sir. Goodbye.”
  •  “MC?” you jumped and yelped a little, he was not supposed to listen to this, it was just… embarrassing… “What’s going on?”
  • “N-nothing… why do you ask?” “Are you sure? You sounded so concerned on the phone right now… who was it?”
  • “Oh, it’s nothing, just… some problems I need to take care of…” “And your problems are my problems as well, please tell me.” You knew he wasn’t letting go until you said the truth…
  • “I’m being evicted, Jumin. I… own three months of rent and I won’t be able to pay till the day they gave me.” “How much? I’ll give it to you.” “No! Please… don’t. I… don’t think it’s right…” he could only assume this had something to do with pride, so he wouldn’t insist.
  •  “So, forget that apartment, come live with me.” “Ju-Jumin, no! This is… even worse…” Why? Now it wasn’t about pride, right? So, maybe… oh, that whole “you can’t leave the penthouse” after Elizabeth’s disappearing. He knew it! You said you forgave him, but of course, you were still a little doubtful, maybe  a little afraid of him. “I… understand. I’m sorry, MC.”
  • “No, I should be the one to say sorry! I know how you feel about living together before marriage, yet I keep sleeping here and… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” Oh, so it was about that? He was feeling like a fool.
  • “I would never feel uncomfortable with you around. However… I have a solution. What’s your landlord’s phone?” “Jumin, you’re not gonna…” “Please, trust me.”
  • He called the guy. “Yes, hello? My name is Jumin Han, I would like to buy one of your properties? Yes, the building downtown. Not for sale? Not even for…?” you could not believe the price he was saying. It was a decent building, but not that much… “Yes, I’ll let my lawyer get in touch about the paperwork. Thank you, it was a pleasure doing business with you.” He hung up. “Problem solved.”
  • “So you’re my landlord now?” “No, you’ll be your own landlord, I’m making the contract in your name…” WHAT? “But Jumin… it’s basically the same thing as giving me the money!” “Not really, it’s a gift. I’m giving you a opportunity to make it in real estate market. Do whatever you wish with the building and I’ll finance it, it’ll be a pleasure doing business with you too.” Yep, now we’re not talking about real estate, are we?


  • According to the background check, you didn’t have a fixed address for over two years? At first, it was suspicious, so he dug a little more
  • Only to find out you’ve been crashing at friend’s couches after being kicked out of your parent’s house.  He also found police files in your name reporting assault, the attacker’s last name was the same as yours, so it was easy to understand what happened there… and now he was feeling a douch for even thinking you were the threat here.
  • He could definitely relate to you, so making sure you were comfortable at Rika’s apartment was the least he could do, taking care of the bomb issue was included on that.
  • So when he found about Saeran and kept pushing you away to protect you, he was always wondering if this was the right thing to do, since you would be probably someone to understand him. But no, he could never do that… could he?
  • So after the events on his route, he wanted to surprise you taking you to Rika’s apartment. “What are we doing here, Saeyoung?”
  • “You tell me, it’s your apartment.” “What do you mean?” “Remember I told you I was going to buy it? Well, I did. And I’m passing to your name.” “Why?” he wouldn’t dare bringing what he found out about you if you weren’t ready to tell him.
  • “Well, I thought it would be a good RFA’s office, but you took such good care of it while we’re here, so… it should be yours. Feel free to redecorate it, since it can bring you bad memories or…”
  • “I only have good memories you gave me the robot cat right here, and… we kissed for the first time over there… and  there, in the bedroom…” you were both blushing and remembering.
  • Through all of it, he was satisfied he was the one who gave you a place that you could fulfill with good memories, and one day you and him would share a place even happier than this one now.


  • He also did his research on you. Matter of fact, one of the many reasons you were the perfect bait was the fact that you didn’t have a place to come back to
  • So whatever he decided to do with you, there weren’t gonna be too much people looking for you, you were just a poor girl kicked out by your own parents.
  • Sometimes he felt guilty doing this to you, maybe you two were more alike than he thought… well, everything would be worthy after he could take you to paradise.
  • After Mint Eye got dismantled and he got rescued, taking care of you as you took care of him was his number one priority.
  • So the only condition he imposed to continue living with Saeyoung was that you should come along with him. Of course, Saeyoung didn’t oppose.
  • And it was at some random night, when the three of you were watching a movie and Seyoung fell asleep, Saeran turned to you and said: “I’m sorry.”
  • “For what?” “For everything… you only deserve happiness from now on.” “Well, so do you.”
  • “I’ll be happy as long as we’re together under the same roof…and… we…” Saeyoung’s snores got him out of the mood. “Ugh, let’s go somewhere more private” he took your hand and you giggled. He smiled, although Saeyoung could be a pain in the ass sometimes, maybe this was paradise after all…

But imagine Cullen Rutherford finding out he’s going to be a father. 

Cullen, who, if you had asked him a year ago, would have said he didn’t want children. Not because he doesn’t–Maker, does he–but because he can’t imagine any woman would want his children. Doesn’t think he deserves that happiness. 

Cullen, who would be so afraid of hurting them or breaking them, because that’s what he’s been trained to do his entire life–to bash, and crush,and kill. 

Cullen, who thinks himself too broken and filled with horrors to be around something so innocent. How could he comfort his child when they have nightmares, when he still wakes screaming? 

But then the woman he loves tells him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, that she’s with child, his child. And she’s so happy and excited that he feels himself become excited, and finds himself smiling at the prospect of teaching them–boy or girl–how to fight with sword and shield. 

And a few months after that, when his love suddenly takes his hand during a war council meeting and puts it over her belly, so he can feel their baby kicking. He almost starts crying right then at the feeling. How could he have ever been afraid of hurting them? He realizes he would give his life for his child and their mother, who, he thinks, has never been so beautiful as now, when she’s full and ripe with life. 

And then a few more months after that, she’s screaming and cursing like a sailor while old women try to keep him from their chambers. But who would dare stop the Commander of the Inquisition? He takes the steps three at a time and suddenly he’s there–holding her hand and kissing her brow. She’s still swearing, but the fear has gone out of her eyes.

Imagine Cullen holding his child for the first time while his love sleeps. Holding them and talking to them–not nonsense, but introducing himself and promising to keep them safe, no matter what. 

I’m your father, Cullen. I’ll always be here to take care of you, my little one. 

Quick Crack Recap. TG:re 112

TG:re misquotes of the day

Saiko-sama: How you like me now?

Cookie Monster: Let me go, Let me go! That straight-A boy is gone ! Here I stand!!

1/ Saiko-chan aka Quinx!Ashura now confirmed.

2/Forget One Punch Man! Be ready for the 1000-Punches Lady!

3/Saiko vs Urie more like

First footage of Blue Spider vs Purple Ant - Tokyo, JAPAN.

4/Yuri! on Ice 2: Yuri! on Air starring Hsiao

Can you feel…My right kick…never tired…from flattening your face!

5/ Saiko ft Hsiao vs Kuki

Saiko & Yuri: Howzat ?!

Crazy Cookie: Not enough…

Originally posted by 1980s-90sgifs

6/ Kuki, the (…fat…) shamer !

Saiko: Excuse you ?

7/ Kuki selling Le Ultimate Donut regimen.

It works! The results are astonishing ! Everyone will see it. Look at me:

After months of intense training à la Amon, Kuki can escape from any bond…except his insecurities. Kindly note that any father issue or abandonement issue will not be fixed - by Coach Koutarou Amon, still haunted by The Priest.

8/ Saiko is a genius in Kagune bending. No surprise: Yonebayashi is smol perfection. 

Originally posted by oh-im-so-hm02

9/ Hsiao’s definition of little pain…As expected of a Garden child.

Originally posted by flugelato


10/ Me to Urie in ch.112:

11/ I’m Strong! After his most acclaimed cover for Me!Me!Me!, Kuki is back with his Cookie Monster cover for “I’m the fucking strong” originally sung by Mukade.

12/ Urie…First Tooru, now Saiko ?! That’s the 2nd time you loose it and pierce another teammate…who will eventually calm you down. This has to stop.

13/And then you realise (again) that Sensei’s new art style make almost all characters look like each other at least once. Now, an interesting mix of TG:re!Hinami and TG!Touka conforting Urie cannot be unseen. 

14/Saiko ft Yuri vs Cookie (final part)


Saiko: Only one solution…

Hsiao: Beat him to submission ?

Saiko: No…

15/ When wild -V- dab boys appear on that last page

16/ IS THIS NICO ?!!!!