let's keep pushing the right into the wrong

anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?

There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.

Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.

Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.

He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.

It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.

“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.

When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”

You fought,” Andrew guesses.

Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”

“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”

“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”

“And what was that?”

Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.

“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”

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One of the things I loved the most about Steve in Civil War was his line about the U.N. “And they’re just people with agendas, and agendas change.” This is something that drives me insane in American politics, and just politics in general: the idea that government is inherently better at making morally-right decisions than the average person is. To put it as my Irish ancestors likely would, that’s a bunch of malarkey. Governments are made up of people who at the very least are as flawed as the rest of us, if not more. 

This is a recurring theme in the movie, and showcases a difference in Tony and Steve’s personalities and experience. Tony tries to appeal to Steve with those pens that FDR used in an attempt to cash in on nostalgia; because Tony is looking back at World War II through the common modern-day lense of “look at ‘Merica beating back those Nazis and saving the world, it’s a darned good thing the government took action back then, huh?” and assumes that Steve feels the same way. But Steve lived through World War II, and he saw what governments–including the U.S. government–did. You think he was A-okay with A cards, rations, and internment camps? You think he was completely cool with the draft? He probably disagreed with a lot of crap the government did back then. Heck, the government had him selling war bonds and propaganda in a felt outfit. He disobeyed orders constantly back then, because his orders were wrong. That’s who Steve is, and it’s not at all surprising he would behave this way. But again, looking back and not actually being there, Tony (and Coulson, and Fury, and just about everyone) thinks of Steve as Mr. American Values. Which he is, but not necessarily Mr. U.S. Government Values. 

This is the main reason I think Steve was in the right the entire conflict. Most of Tony’s actions in the film seem to be based purely on his emotions. He pushes for the Accords because he is guilty over the people who have gotten killed because of his actions. He tries to keep the team together even though sometimes it’s better to be separate on principle than together in tolerance of wrong (let alone unconstitutional) lawmaking. He attacks Bucky because he’s angry about his parent’s death and Steve keeping it from him–which, yeah, he has a right to be upset, but attacking them both and basically trying to kill Bucky without giving him a chance to explain himself, let alone stand a fair trial?? His actions can be explained, but not justified. 

the situation on bts’ colorism in the japanese magazine

this is a long post, however i believe theres lots to understand on this subject that cannot be dismissed. i have two disclaimers: first, please read until the end before criticizing because when i say i made an effort to include all views i mean it. second, there will be hetero references in this since the interview was about their ideal girl.. i apologize n i dont mean to assume their sexuality or anything.

there are three main parts to this; 1) lets understand the whole picture, 2) be fair and 3) for those who were hurt by the “interview” and to those who want to dismiss them (this is not patronizing, i really fucking sympathize here)

lets understand the whole picture

to begin, I’m pretty much positive they didn’t actually interview bts for the magazine… rather, they drew on old interviews for the magazine… i don’t think the members were actually involved in any way with this magazine specifically. there a few posts about this and i’ll like them, but the best was by @jkguks. they showed how each exact response was recycled from an old interview. the post can be found here. comments have also been made that this magazine is known for such moves in the past and that their credibility isn’t so great. @allforbts pointed out here that the magazine didnt have a photoshoot – they reused pictures from other sources – which probably indicates they didn’t have an actual interview; however this isn’t real evidence. in my own personal opinion i dont trust the person who posted the translations on twitter. yes the translations are correct as far as we all know, but what i mean is… i think she knew the interview was old/reused. everyone that asked about the interview’s date received no response from her. she even made a comment about how many followers shes gained. if she cleared up that the interview was old or reused then this whole thing would die out n she’d stop getting followers. anyway i find it suspicious but i could also just be reading too far into it. the whole point of this is that at this point we can pretty much conclusively say that the interview is recycled n this is not something they said recently. this is not to devalue the weight of their words because it still hurt a lot of people. old or new, getting told your skin color is “unideal” is painful. however we do wanna look at this because we at least now know that their status of “since educated on colorism and racism and now pretty pc/sensitive” is not going to be revoked! they’ve since educated themselves, that is still the truth. this is just the ugly past come to rear its head.

on the other end of understanding the whole picture, i’m going to make a sorta controversial statement. hopefully in fully explaining it, you all will get the full idea… but for the sake of k-armys who are getting attacked by intl fans constantly and also for the sake of perspective – which may lessen the blow of their words for those hurt by them – i need to say this. the concept of colorism is alive and well in korea… it just isn’t the same as it is in the west. in the west – for the most part – we are more ethnically/racially diverse while korea is almost entirely racially/ethnically homogeneous. so how does this effect the meaning of colorism? well because one of the largest identifiable traits when looking at the differences between the world’s races n ethnicities is skin color, race/ethnicity will always be tied to skin color, especially in really diverse areas. in the west where we are consistently exposed to different races/ethnicities as part of our daily lives, a preference of skin color holds not only colorist implications but also racist implications. if some mayo dude said “i think darker skin is ugly on girls” we can safely assume hes a racist fuck on top of being colorist. however, since korea is homogenous, there isnt any real racist implications. let me elaborate: korea has issues with being racist against other poc, however in an interview discussing ideal types where the ideal type is already assumed to be at the very basis korean (or maybe another east asian ethnicity if you’re stretching it), the statement on skin color is directed at people of their shared race. so how is this less problematic? it is still problematic definitely – i’d like to make this clear – but in korea, the concept of skin color amongst koreans as a beauty standard isnt racially or ethnically motivated and therefore its more akin to saying “i prefer blue eyes over brown eyes on white girls” because they’re discussing a physical variance within their own race. in the end, it’s still colorist, but please try to understand that in korea the remarks arent as horrible. they still shouldn’t say that, and really, any discussion of skin color preferences is ugly, but it’s extremely important to be considerate of korean culture. intl fans forget constantly that we are guests to korean culture. if you were invited to someones house you wouldnt bust in there feeling entitled n doing whatever the fuck you want. you’d try and respect their rules and how they run their home. if you had a problem with something there, you’d politely ask them to accommodate you, explaining why that accommodation was necessary. you wouldnt fucking trash them for not having their house already equipped to your preference. thats incredibly selfish. this is the same way. you are guests to this culture, and while you shouldnt allow colorism to continue, this theme of entitlement amongst intl fans – especially when we have done very little to respect their culture; we demand they understand ours while continually paying theirs no regard – is really shamefully. i ask that people reading this do their best to be more considerate in the future. not everything is black n white… lots of things have grey area and we can afford to be more socially conscious. im pretty sure most k-fans have it about up to here dealing with koreaboos criticizing their culture… 

be fair

this is a short statement but i need to remind you all that most of the members were problematic in that interview and if you are only trashing namjoon you need to fucking stop. you are allowed to offended, of course – i was pretty bothered too seeing how im the opposite to namjoons ideal in every way, my bias who i’d fucking die for – but if your whole focus is “namjoon this and namjoon that” than youre being a biased ass and im gonna need you to sit down. if youre going to be mad, by all means, be mad, but dont fucking pretend the other members said nothing wrong. im sick of people pretending every member but namjoon is perfect and unproblematic. present day he’s probably the most un-problematic member since educating himself on racial issues, feminism, n lgbtq rights, making himself an advocate for them all while idols remain silent…. hmm…. but keeping pushing that “problematic member” agenda sure. yeah lets pretend the facts dont exist ok

for those who were hurt by the “interview” and to those who want to dismiss them

fans who read through the interview n realized they kinda fit their bias’ ideal type – esp in terms of skin color – please don’t make comments on how people need to “get over this”. for many fans, especially non light skinned poc, this really hurt. not only as a “i don’t fit my bias’ ideal type” but also as a betrayal of trust. many non light skinned poc have experienced some type of discrimination for their skin color and many had their sense of self confidence fucked over for it. its not just a “you dont think darker skin is beautiful, aw :(” its more of a, “you are someone i love and support and the fact that you’d call my skin color less attractive – the skin color for which i’ve had to struggle to find my own confidence in – just like so many others, feels like betrayal”. its really hurtful. so don’t be dismissive. you don’t understand. this isnt your discussion, im sorry.

and lastly, to the fans who were hurt by the interview. im sorry boo. im sorry that the industry you support continues to hurt you. im sorry someone you decided to love and support made you feel like that. please remember that the ideal type is such a flimsy concept. they really dont mean anything. those questions were grossly specific n they were so unnecessary, but at the end of the day, they are still made up preferences. the boys wouldn’t find you unattractive for not meeting the bits on their checklist – fuck no. attraction just doesnt work like that. no one falls in love with the person that hit everything on their little “ideal type” checklist. honestly, if you asked me to describe my ideal type n i just listed shit off the top of my head, it probably wouldnt add up to namjoon…. but in every way namjoon perfect to me. im fucking whipped. this is the same. dont take their ideals to heart, dont feel like anything on you needs to change. you are exactly the way you need to be, and dont ever let some guys “ideal type” make you feel any less. n if anyone every tries to tell you that you’re failing to meet their beauty standards… fucking kick them. fcuk them seriously. dont let this shit effect your self confidence. gross comments like that dont deserve a thought in your head

Escape:  the Bree years

“It hurts,” she whimpered through her breaths. 

“I know, mo graidh.”  

The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pelting at the window. 

It was time for her to sit up, but she couldn’t manage because she was too tired. The bed only went up so far, so she had asked Jamie to sit behind her, and prop her up when it was time to push.  It was her twelfth hour of labour, and she was exhausted.  The contractions started at 7:00 in the evening, and it was 7:00 in the morning now.  

“You don’t know!  You don’t have any idea,” she scoffed.

“I do not.  Sorry.”  Just keep her happy.

“I should have had the drugs,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Ye said ye didna want them.  Ye said ye wanted a natural birth.”  She’d made him promise not to let her give in.  

“Well, I was wrong!”  She tried to breathe through the contraction that threatened to rip her in half.  “Oh, God, I need to push.” 

“The doctor is just putting his gloves on.”  He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Tell the doctor to fucking hurry up, it hurts.”  She couldn’t believe she was waiting for a man right now.

“He’s almost ready.  Breathe, Sassenach.” Jamie spoke low into her ear.  

“Tell him!” Claire snarled.

“Oi!  Put the fuckin’ gloves on a bit faster, aye?”  

“Thank you, Jamie.”  She sounded like herself again.

“Whatever ye need, Claire.”  He’d move Heaven and Earth, if necessary.

The doctor settled himself on the small stool between her legs.  “Ok, Dr. Fraser. Ye can push with the next contraction.  Let’s meet yer wee one, aye?”

Claire didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of losing her concentration.  The bustle of the delivery room was lost to her.  But one thing penetrated her brain, and lodged itself there.

Jamie’s voice. 

His voice in the moment the baby crowned would stay with her.  

“Oh…my…God.”  

Each word said softly, and reverently.  A true prayer.  It was the voice of a man who was witnessing a miracle.  

Claire kept her eyes closed until she heard the cry.  A very healthy, lusty cry. Relief flooded through her.  Finally, she could look.  She saw the shock of red hair, and heard the doctor ask Jamie if he’d like to cut the cord.  Jamie’s big body moved from behind hers, so anxious was he to participate.

“Is it a boy?”  Claire asked, unable to see. 

She watched Jamie cut the cord grinning from ear to ear.  

“Is it a boy?” she asked again, louder.  

The doctor held up their child.  “Ye have a beautiful baby girl!”

The nurse took the baby then, to clean her up, and test her Apgar scores. Jamie followed as if entranced.  It was as if in cutting the cord from Clair, the child had created some invisible tether to him.  

Claire laid her head back against the bed as the doctor went about helping her deliver the afterbirth.  

A girl.  

Another girl.

She was so sure it was going to be a boy.  A boy to name Brian, after Jamie’s father.  She was so certain it was a boy she didn’t even bother settling on a girl’s name.  

She felt a twinge of guilt because in truth, she was kind of disappointed. She didn’t want a girl.  She didn’t want a replacement for Faith.  Faith was her daughter.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t miss Faith all over again.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t constantly be thinking about all that Faith had missed.  All that she and Jamie had missed.  Now, she would be thinking about how two little girls should have grown up together.  

We lost a lifetime with someone we’d never even met.

She turned her head, and felt the tears slide into her ear.  

“Are ye ready to hold yer wee lass?” the nurse asked. 

Claire nodded, and held out her arms.  

The nurse handed her the squirming bundle.  Claire received her daughter, and immediately counted her fingers, and toes while Jamie chuckled deeply.  Ten. Ten of each.  

Jamie placed his big hands on either side of her on the bed, and kissed her gently on the lips.  

“Thank ye, Sassenach.  Thank ye for our child.  Our daughter.”

She smiled then, at his joy.  Her tears welled up anew.  She found her joy in his. She looked down at the pink, warm body resting against her skin.  Little fingers splayed over her chest, with the same crooked right pinky, just like Claire’s.  The tiny knees were drawn up, and the cheeks were impossibly chubby.    

“What should we name her?”  Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away.  She was big! And that hair!  So much like her dad.  So much like Faith.  

She was Faith, but more.  She was her sister.

“Christ!  We didna decide, did we?”  Jamie’s eyes widened.

“Honestly, Jamie. I was convinced it was a boy.”

“Canna very well name her Brian, now, can we?”

“No,” Claire paused, and thought.  “But we can name her Brianna.” 

Jamie tried to say the name, stuttered, tried again.  Claire corrected him and he tried again, his tongue getting in the way of the shift in syllable.  Claire laughed out loud.

“How do ye spell it, then?” Jamie’s brow was furrowed.

“B-R-I-A-N-N-A.”

“Brrrr-eye-ah-na.”  Jamie spoke slowly.  “That’s a horrible name for a lass.”

“Can you say Mary?”  She spoke as if talking to a toddler.

“Oh, ha ha, Claire.”  Jamie raised an eyebrow.  “It’s that damn English spelling.  In Gaelic we would say it ‘Bree-ahnna.’”  He looked down at his newborn, hands still braced on either side of Claire. “’Tis different, right enough.”

Claire lifted a hand, and placed it against Jamie’s cheek.  His attention broken, he looked at his wife.  His tired, pale, physically, emotionally exhausted wife.  

“We can call her Bree, for short.” Claire smiled like the Madonna.  “I think it’s beautiful.”

“I think yer beautiful,” Jamie whispered.  “God, Claire.  A daughter.”  His breath hitched, a catch in his voice.   “A second chance.”

“No,” she said, a little more forcefully than she meant.  Jamie narrowed his eyes.  

“No,” she said in a gentler tone.  “She’s our first chance.”  She cupped Brianna’s small head.  “Our second daughter, but our first chance.”  

Jamie nodded.  “Aye.  I get yer meanin’ mo graidh.”  He kissed the top of the baby’s head, lingeringly.  Then, kissed his wife in the same way.  

“Weel, ladies,”  Jamie heaved himself up, proud as a stallion.  “I’m going to call Auntie Jenny.  A Dhia, Sassenach, she’ll be beside herself wi’ excitement!”  

He strode through the door, then grabbed the frame at the last moment, and spun around. “Tha gaol agam ort.”  

“I love you, too, Jamie.”  His grin was blinding.  She could hear him whistle tunelessly as he walked away to the lobby for better cell reception.

Alone, Claire looked down at Brianna.  She shifted the baby to cradle her in her arms, and swaddled her more snuggly in the pink blanket.  Bree opened her eyes for a moment.  

“That, my darling, was your father, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”  Bree blinked sleepily.  “A long time ago I crawled through his window, and fixed his shoulder.  And then, not long after that, he took care of me when I was sick.  He said to me once that ‘I had his name, his clan, his family, and if necessary, the protection of his body’.  It’s a promise he’s always kept.  It will be the same for you, little one.”  Claire smiled at the memory. 

“Your father will love you more than you ever thought possible.  He will encourage you to be anything you want to be,” Claire promised fiercely.  

Bree’s little mouth stretched into a yawn.  “I wonder if you’ll prefer art to science?  Although I secretly hope you’ll grow up to be an archaeologist like your Great-Uncle Lamb.” 

Bree’s eyes drifted shut, her little hands curled under her chin.  

Claire shifted the baby up onto her shoulder, and settled back, holding her close.  

Closing her eyes, she yawned just as her daughter had done a moment before, and drifted off to sleep.

When Jamie stepped into the room ten minutes later, his two best girls were fast asleep.  He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture of the moment.  

A moment he never wanted to forget. 

Because in that exact moment, he felt as if his heart was going to burst. 

I’ve recently seen to many cases of people being forced out of the closet by their friends. Straight people have this idea that because they “know” that no one will care if someone is gay or not, they think outing their friends is not an issue, and completely acceptable. Possibly thinking they are helping their friend. This needs to stop. Let people come out of the closet when they want to and how they want to. There is no wrong or right way, or time. Just because you don’t think it is a big deal, doesn’t mean it isn’t for the one who you outed. Coming to terms with your sexuality can be a difficult time, please don’t push someone before they are ready. To anyone who has ever outed someone without their permission: you don’t always see all the consequences to your actions.

Just Go With It (Prof! Rogers x Reader)

Chapter One

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AN: It’s getting a little hot in here help me. 

Warnings: dont be silly wrap your willy

You slid the silver plated earring into your earlobe as you looked at yourself head to toe. These “celebratory drinks” Bucky invited you out for was all you could look forward to for the rest of the day as you stole glances at him at work. You kept blushing seeing him do the same.

You bit your lip, which was already plump as your mind filled with the possibilities the night could lead to. You grumbled though, saying to yourself, “No. Stop it. You’re.. Engaged,” you paused, moving to the other ear and repeating your steps, “not technically but you have to play the role (Y/N),” you pep talked.

You sighed, ruffling your hair, “Why now? Why couldn’t he have invited me out two weeks ago? God I would’ve been puddy in his hands.”

You’re puddy now, get a hold of yourself.

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Fix You - Chapter Five

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together. ~

Reader x Dean

2,813 Words

Warnings: Super heavy on the Angst. Mentions of torture and rape. Just sad. All the feels.

A/N: This is it folks. The End. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! Huge thank you once again to @idreamofhazel who read this part over for me and helped me find the ending. 

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five

Chapter Five - Coming Home:


The first few days you had spent fighting back; kicking, punching, biting, doing anything you could to your captor, desperate to repay just a tiny bit of the pain he was inflicting upon you. You’d been caught on a solo hunt, like a helpless victim, and you hated yourself for being taken so easily; acting like a damsel in distress instead of the tough as nails hunter you knew you were.

You had fought with Dean before you left. He’d refused to let you go alone. He didn’t understand even though he said he did. This was one you had to do alone. This one was on you. This was revenge, at long last, for Matt. Once this was over, once this demon was dead and gone forever you could finally let him go. Let go of the pain, let go of that tiny bit of you that still wished for him at night. You could finally let yourself be with Dean fully, wholly, forever, knowing that Matt’s killer was defeated.

He wouldn’t let you go, so you had to do the worst thing you could think of and sneak out once he was asleep. You waited, lying awake in bed next to him for hours until you recognized the telltale signs of his slumber. You felt his arm slacken around you as his muscles relaxed. You heard his breath slow. It wasn’t until he let out a soft, low snore that you dared move, sliding slowly out from underneath his touch to run away into the night. You hated yourself for doing it; you’d promised never to leave him like that, but he’d given you no choice.

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anonymous asked:

hmm, how about when the RFA+Saeran had been stuck in an elevator before the going to Rika's apartment went on and bla bla bla.. how would they spend their time in the elevator with MC?

I hope that you meant that you and the RFA members haven’t met you before, because that’s how I wrote this. I’m scared of elevators, but this is written as if you aren’t scared of them.
My bad if any of this is inaccurate. I don’t know about elevators lol.

Yoosung:
-When the elevator suddenly stopped, he froze.
-He was panicking a bit, frantically pushing the emergency button.
-”Uhm, I think pushing it too many times will have the opposite effect…” he heard from behind him.
-Oh yeah, someone else was in here.
-Yoosung turned around, embarrassed. “Ah, I guess so.”
-The embarrassment only grew when he stopped to think about the situation:
-Trapped in an elevator, all alone with a stranger who is… pretty cute…
-Noooooooo he can’t let himself get the wrong idea!
-The polite thing would be to ask if you were okay, right? So he did.
-”I’m fine. I was just heading home anyway.”
-Come on, Yoosung, keep a conversation going!
-The small talk continued for a while before you said “I’m ___, by the way.”
-You didn’t even introduce yourself, Yoosung!
-”Oh, I’m Yoosung!”
-You chuckled, making Yoosung embarrassed. “It’s nice to meet you, Yoosung.”
-There was a bit of silence (besides Yoosung screaming internally because he can’t think of how to carry on the conversation).
-You noticed a LOLOL pin on his shirt.
-”Oh, do you play LOLOL?”
-Yoosung lit up at the mention of it.
-So that’s what you ended up talking about.
-If you also play, you discuss a lot about the game, and if you don’t play the game, he explains the game to you and recommends you play it.
-Either way, he invites you into his guilde.
-Which is a sly way of saying he wants to hang out and get to know you more.
-Eventually, while Yoosung was talking about team composition when the elevator began working again. You were both honestly sad about it. You wanted to talk longer.
-”I’ll see you around, then?” Yoosung managed to say when you got off the elevator together.
-You stopped him. “Wait, let me give you my number.”
-Yoosung is surprised.
-Before he can really comprehend what’s happening, you give him your number.
-”Thanks for talking with me. I’ll see you.”
-He could only mumble out a “goodbye” as he watched you walk away.
-Once you’re gone, he fist-pumps and celebrates like a dork.
-He got a cute person’s phone number- and they were even into LOLOL!!

Zen:
-The elevator stopped, and he was a little annoyed.
-He pushed the emergency button, and got even more annoyed.
-He had a long day and just wanted to get home already.
-As he was pulling out his phone to contact somebody, he noticed you standing in the elevator.  Zen felt bad for forgetting that someone else was there.
-”Oh, ah, are you alright? The elevator doesn’t seem to be working…”
-”I’m okay. What do you think is wrong?”
-”I wouldn’t know. Do you know the number for the support here?”
-”Oh, yeah, I do.”
-He handed you his phone and you typed in the number.
-Zen watched you, and realized how pretty you are.
-No no no I can’t think such inappropriate things, this isn’t the time!!
-Plus, this is a complete stranger!!
-”Uhm…” you mumbled as you were holding his phone out to him.
-Zen took his phone when he shook himself back into reality. “Thank you.”
-He talked to the support and told them about the elevator, and they told him that they were working on it.
-But it “might take a while”.
-Zen relayed the information to you and you sat down in the corner with your phone, assumedly texting somebody. Zen sat in the opposite corner with a sigh.
-”So, what’s your name?” you asked.
-”Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. My name is Zen. I’m 24 and a musical actor.”
-He stopped himself from adding “I’m currently single ;)”
-You introduced yourself too, and he told you your name was beautiful.
-Such a flirt during your time in the elevator, unless he can tell you’re getting uncomfortable, in which case he would stop.
-”You said you were a musical actor? What kind of musicals have you done?”
-Now you’ve done it.
-That’s all he talks about.
-But, really, you’re not complaining. It was interesting hearing about the different experiences he’s had.
-”Oh, but I’ve been talking too much. What about you? What do you do?” He asked.
-The only problem was that the elevator started working again right after he asked.
-But, being the smooth little shit he is, he says “I didn’t get a chance to let you talk, but I can give you my number and we can pick up where we left off?”
-You smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jaehee:
-Jaehee was slightly panicking when the elevator stopped.
-She was pushing the emergency button over and over again mumbling “no”.
-You decided to comfort her, even though you didn’t know her. She seemed really stressed out over it. “Hey, it’s okay. Someone will come and fix the elevator.”
-She looked at you like she had forgotten you were there before sighing and slumping her shoulders.
-”Excuse me. I have a busy day is all and this is going to make things more difficult.”
-”…Well, now you have an excuse to take a break, don’t you?”
-Jaehee stopped. “I… guess?”
-You both ended up sitting on the ground, with Jaehee venting and ranting about her boss after you convinced her to talk to you.
-You had introduced yourselves prior to her ranting and you were listening intently.
-After she was done and thanked you for listening, you started asking about her personal life since the elevator still wasn’t fixed.
-You were in the middle of talking about musicals when her phone rang. The dread was obvious on her face as she excused herself and answered the phone with “Yes, Mr. Han?”
-You didn’t really have a good impression of him because you heard about how much he overworked poor little Jaehee.
-You were making annoyed faces, and Jaehee was struggling not to giggle, since Jumin sounded stern on the other end of the call.
-Jaehee talked to him for a while and when she worked it out and hung up, she laughed. “You were making that difficult.”
-”He should treat you better. You work so hard. You were even considering doing your work in here while we waited!”
-”It’s my job, it’s alright.”
-no it’s not
-Soon after that, the elevator began working again.
-”___, thank you for listening and keeping me company.”
-”It’s no problem,” you said, but you really wanted to get to know her. “Would you mind if I give you my number?”
-Jaehee was flustered but stuttered a “I wouldn’t mind”.
-the beginning of a great friendship lolololol

Jumin:
-Jumin was immediately annoyed when the elevator stopped.
-His entire schedule was thrown off because of this.
-During his many, many not-so-pleasant phone calls, he didn’t even notice another person standing in the elevator.
-Jumin was accompanied by a couple bodyguards, so things were a bit crowded.
-You were intimidated from the start when an obviously important person joined you in the elevator with a couple scary-looking guards.
-You were more or less shoved in the corner.
-After noticing you and ending his phone call, Jumin said “The elevator will be back in working order soon. I ordered for the problem to be attended to as soon as possible.”
-”Okay, thank you.”
-The elevator became silent again. It was becoming awkward, and, despite any nervousness you might have, you tried to start a conversation.
-”Where were you trying to go?”
-Well, I guess it’s better than asking ‘come here often?’
-Jumin told you about his duties he was now running late on, and he mentioned his important company.
-So you asked him more. Because his voice is nice
-He was kind of thrown off as to why a stranger was trying to make conversation, but he decided to be nice anyway.
-Jumin answered all your questions, and you avoided asking too many or too personal of questions.
-He wasn’t a very open person, but something about him interested you. You wanted to get to know him, as a friend.
-The elevator was fixed quickly and you didn’t get a chance to get anywhere with the conversation.
-You visit that building often trying to run into him again.

Saeyoung:
-The elevator stopped and he just
-”Uuuuuggghhhhhhhhh”
-It was kind of comical.
-He pushed the emergency button and sighed.
-”If I had my computer, I could fix this.”
-You giggled. “Can you fix an elevator with a computer?”
-”I can do anything! I’m a super genius, 707!”
-”707? Is that your name?”
-He nodded. “Well, I’m ___.”
-”Well, ___, what do we do while we wait for the elevator?”
-You shrugged, and he sighed.
-Seven was deep down nervous about being trapped in an elevator, but he hid it so that he could keep this stranger who was in the same situation as him calm.
-The whole time, he was making jokes.
-You both talked about whatever would come up. Seven was actually enjoying himself, which he didn’t feel like he deserved.
-But, if being happy and funny will make this nice person he just met happy, then he’ll go along with it.
-That’s what he’s there for, to make unpleasant situations light-hearted.
-You were laughing the whole time, and he was liking it. Your laugh was great.
-But, the elevator was back in working order soon enough, and you both had to go.
-As he was turning to leave, mentally dreading the scolding he was going to get from his boss for being late and slacking off, you stopped him.
-”Do you want to exchange phone numbers?”
-…Normally, he would’ve said no.
-But he wanted to make you happy, since you seemed like a good person. One which he didn’t deserve to be friends with, but he didn’t want to seem rude and decline your offer either.
-He gave in and gave you his phone number.
-Seven regretted it until he saw the smile on your face at you waved goodbye.
-He really didn’t deserve to have met someone that nice.
-At least, that’s how he feels.

V:
-This was before he began losing his vision.
-V was confused when the elevator stopped.
-This hadn’t happened before and he wasn’t really sure what to do.
-Thankfully, there was one other person in the elevator with him. You.
-You pushed the emergency button and waited for help.
-”I don’t know how long we’ll be here. Are you okay?” you asked.
-”Me? Yes, I’m fine.”
-Poor thing isn’t used to being the one others are worried for, he’s usually the one worrying.
-”Are you okay?” he asked too, hoping it wasn’t too lame of a question.
-”Yeah, someone should be able to fix this soon. I hope you weren’t heading anywhere important?”
-”No, just on my way home.”
-You pointed to the bag he had. “Are you a photographer?”
-Apparently you could see the camera inside. “Yeah, I am.”
-So that’s what you ended up talking about.
-You asked about any work he had that you could see, or somewhere you could buy it.
-He was so flattered.
-”My fiance runs a fundraising organization, you could buy some there, if you’d like.”
-He told you more about the parties and gave you his contact information so he could give you the details. You seemed like a good person, someone he could trust to invite to the party.
-Thankfully, the elevator was working soon, and you were able to get off.
-”I’ll contact you,” smiled. “Oh! I’m ___, by the way!”
-It was funny that you both forgot to introduce yourselves.
-”I’m V.”
-”I know, you gave me your information,” you chuckled.
-”I guess you’re right,” he chuckled too. “It was nice meeting you ___.”
-He wouldn’t have guessed you’d later end up in Rika’s apartment, joining the RFA…

Saeran:
-When the elevator suddenly stopped, so did his heart.
-You, not knowing Saeran, were oblivious to his fragile mental state.
-You were worried about the elevator, but the young man having a panic attack in the corner was worse.
-You’d spend most of the time calming him down and assuring him that help is on the way.
-You didn’t touch him because 1) he’s a stranger and 2) he’s having a panic attack for fuck’s sake.
-Saeran didn’t like being treated so fragilely, especially by a stranger. He continued to scoot away from you and you got the hint. You sat yourself in the opposite corner of the elevator.
-“They’ll get us out before you know it” you say just above a whisper.
-Hesitantly, a few moments later, you hear a muffled “Okay.”
-After several minutes, help still hasn’t arrived, but Saeran’s breathing became normal as he calmed down.
-“I’m _____, by the way,” you introduced yourself from your corner.
-He looked at you with an almost blank expression and said “Saeran.”
-“Nice to meet you,” you smiled.
-He didn’t smile back and looked at the ground.
-You weren’t necessarily put off by how distant he seemed. He obviously had a lot going on in his life, and you didn’t want to push it.
-”Do you… need anything?”
-He shook his head.
-If he wanted silence, you’d allow it. The last thing you wanted on your conscious was upsetting a stranger who is obviously in a vulnerable state, which he is obviously uncomfortable with.
-The elevator was, fortunately, fixed rather quickly.
-”Take care,” you said as you were both leaving the elevator.
-Saeran didn’t respond, which kind of disappointed you.
-Secretly, he was glad someone else was in the elevator with him. It would’ve made it so much worse if he was alone.
-Maybe he’ll see that kind stranger around. Their name was ___ if he remembered correctly.

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The cluster rescued Wolfgang from BPO. They are in safe place, for now. Wolfgang’s been on blockers for 24/7, isolated in a room where only a few can go see him (Will, Sun, and Lito) It was Wolfgang’s choice to not meet with the others for his and their safety. His physical pain was one thing. Memories of him being tortured made him wake up in the middle of the night, but Wolfgang managed it somehow. It’s guilt that he couldn’t bear. He put his cluster in danger. He put Kala, his Kala in danger. Now BPO knows her name. If anything happens to his cluster or Kala, he’ll never be able to forgive himself.


It’s some time in the afternoon. Wolfgang doesn’t know where he is; he thinks it’s better that way. There is a knock on a door and Will comes in with a brown paper bag held in his hand. ‘Riley ordered some Chinese food’ Wolfgang says nothing until Will puts the bag on the table and heads back to the door ‘I’m almost out of blockers’. Will turns to him and nods ‘I’ll ask Kala’. Sigh comes out of Wolfgang’s lips as Will leaves the room. Will comes out from Wolfgang’s room and Kala is standing right beside the door. ‘how is he?’ Kala and Will look at closed door behind them ‘he’s fine’. Her eyes twitch a bit when she closes them. Will can feel her grief ‘Kala…’ ‘it’s been weeks. I cannot visit him. I cannot see him in person.’ ‘he just needs more time that’s all.’ ‘I know that, Will…but it still hurts’ Will gently rubs her back.


Kala comes to the kitchen and finds Riley talking with Sun. ‘have you seen Will? I can’t visit or see him anywhere’. ‘he’s on blockers right now’ Riley answers. ‘he went out with Capheus and Nomi, trying to gather information about the chairman’. Sun asks Kala ‘why what’s wrong?’ Kala shows them a small bottle filled with blockers ‘nothing. Will asked me to make more blockers for Wolfgang…can you give this to him for me?’ She gives the bottle to Riley. Sun and Riley look at each other. Riley answers with a shrug ‘I can if you want, or…’ then Sun stands up taking the bottle from Riley’s hand ‘or you can give it yourself’ she hands it back to Kala.


It’s almost midnight. Wolfgang hears someone’s footsteps followed by door shut. At first he thinks it’s Sun because Will would normally start talking as he comes in. But soon he notices it’s not Sun either. Wolfgang looks back and finds Kala with a bottle of blockers in her hand ‘you said you need blockers’. Wolfgang immediately looks away. Kala puts the bottle on the table. Wolfgang is sitting on the edge of the bed with his back against her. ‘Wolfgang…’ as soon as she calls his name, Wolfgang stands up and passes by her ‘just go’.

‘why?’ her question stops him. Wolfgang turns his body towards her but he’s still not meeting her gaze ‘you know why’. ‘no, I don’t actually. I don’t see why you have push me away’. Kala walks towards Wolfgang, but he steps back ‘don’t. I can’t’ Wolfgang shakes his head. ‘you can’t what?’ Kala asks with teary eyes. Wolfgang keeps shaking his head ‘this. us. I can’t do this’.

Kala says ‘you once told me that you don’t care about rules. that you don’t care about what’s right and wrong. you’re the one who said what matters is us. right now’ Wolfgang finally looks at her with pain in his eyes ‘that was before I was taken and tortured by Whispers. that was before I let that fucking bastard in my head! that was before he saw the only person I didn’t want him to see. The only person I’ve ever…’ 

‘Wolfgang..’ ‘go. just leave!’ It’s the first time Wolfgang ever yelled at Kala. She’s never seen him this torn apart. She clenches her fist ‘make me’. Kala steps closer to him ‘I am not inside your head. I am here. in a same room. with you. and I’m not leaving. if you want me to go, make me go away’. Wolfgang lets out heavy sigh. ‘look at me’ Kala reaches out her hand; he turns his head to avoid her touch. They both stop for a moment. ‘look at me’ Kala says again. Wolfgang does as she says. She closes her eyes and slowly reaches out her hand to his face. this time Wolfgang doesn’t look away. and as Kala’s head touches him for the first time, both of them feel a sensation they’ve never experienced before. so real and powerful. a tear drops down her cheek from Kala’s closed eyes. Wolfgang shivers a bit as her hand touches his lips. ‘I’ve missed you’ her words make Wolfgang’s heartbeat faster. ‘I…’ he wants to say it back; he wants to tell her how much he loves her, but his guilt is still haunting him. Then all of sudden, Kala leans in and kisses softly on his lips. Wolfgang feels his heart is about to explode because of her. feeling of joy and pain run through his body as Kala whispers to his ears ‘I love you, too’.

anonymous asked:

Part 1: Hello, can I ask for a scenario of Akira confessing to his crush who is also a phantom thief but they panicked and rejected him? They then later explained to him that compared to the other girls/people around him, they feel they’re not as talented / beautiful as the them and feels that they’re very plain and ordinary. So they don’t understand why someone as charismatic and amazing as Akira would like them since there are people who are much more suitable than them?

Part 2: Basically they feel like they’re not good enough for Akira? Thank you!             

/whispers

You’re all beautiful, wonderful people who have your own virtues and flaws, but are absolutely all lovely in your own ways <33

Also I forgot what was happening and wrote this in second person whOOPS I’M SORRY.

Warning for cheese.


What was it that had compelled Akira to confess to you?

As far as you could see, you were plain and there was nothing particularly remarkable about you—at least not compared to the others who you often saw accompanying Akira. Most recently, you had seen him with a girl with long dark hair in a Kosei uniform, and you had immediately been struck by how beautiful she was, and how lackluster you were in comparison.

Even when you compared yourself among your friends, you felt that they had so much more to offer than you did. From physical appearance to talents, the Phantom Thieves was made up of absolutely incredible people. And then, you thought, there was you.

So why was it that the boy who was surrounded by all of these amazing people had chosen to express feelings for you?

You had rejected his confession. It had been a knee-jerk reaction—one that was fueled by disbelief rather than not having genuine feelings for your leader, because you had been harbouring a quiet affection for him for a long time now.

Perhaps he had realized that your rejection had not been the entire truth, because the faint dejection behind his eyes had shifted to surprise when you turned and fled from him immediately after. Lost in your thoughts, you had started to sprint out of the park, only to jerk backwards when a hand suddenly closed around your wrist. You stumbled, but were swiftly caught against a warm chest, a pair of arms wrapping securely around you.

You had apparently been so lost in your own distress that you hadn’t even heard the sound of Akira’s feet hitting the ground as he came after you. Caught now, however, you felt your rapid heartbeat pick up even more and felt your mouth going dry. What were you supposed to say now? What were you supposed to do? You wanted nothing more than to escape again—to spare yourself from the impending awkwardness that was bound to occur if you didn’t get out of here. Just as you were trying to figure out what to do, the low, quiet voice by your ear suddenly halted the rush of thoughts.

“If you don’t like me, that’s fine,” Akira said softly, his breath warm against your ear “And you don’t have to give me a reason why either, but I just had to come after you when I realized that before you ran just now, I thought I saw…”

Akira trailed off, leaving you wondering what exactly he had thought he had seen. Perhaps it had been the confusion on your face when the weight of his words sank in, or the panic in your flickering eyes right as you apologized and then fled.  Or, more likely than both of those, perhaps he had seen the way your lips curved up into a smile after he had first confessed. It had only been for a split second, but it had betrayed the way your breath caught and your heart clenched in joy upon hearing that he had feelings for you.

Akira remained silent. You knew that he’d respect your wishes if you pursued your lie and told him that you simply weren’t interested, but you also knew that you would be the one who would regret it most if you let your own insecurities control you. If nothing else, you decided that he deserved a proper explanation.

You took a deep breath.

“Everyone around you,” you started weakly, your voice barely audible, “Is so…amazing. You’re surrounded by artists, and models, and people who are so beautiful and charismatic that I almost feel like I can’t bear to look at them with all the light that they give off. ”

Your voice grew louder as your feelings and insecurities flowed out of you, your hand having subconsciously moved up to grasp at Akira’s sleeve. “They’re beautiful, intelligent, talented, kind—I can’t hate them, but I also can’t help but feel jealous of them.  When I see these people with you, I can only think to myself how much they can offer to you…and how little I’d be able to offer you in comparison.”



“You’re beautiful,” Akira said, releasing his hold on your so that he could spin you around and make you face him, “You’re intelligent, and talented, and kind.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut right through, giving you no room to interrupt. His voice was as soft as it usually was, but there was also an intensity that you weren’t entirely used to hearing fromhim. “You always keep an eye out for everyone whenever we’re in Mementos. You work hard and always try your best, even when you’re doing things you’re not confident with. You never let failures or criticisms get you down for long because you’re willing to push back and prove people wrong. You…”

He continued on, his gaze fixated firmly on yours as he listed off other things he admired about you—things, you realized upon hearing them, that perhaps did describe you, but that you had never really acknowledged about yourself; it wasn’t like you had ever thought about the things you did, after all. You just did it. Hearing them all listed out like this, however, was almost eye-opening in a way.

…And, you realized, embarrassing. Really, really embarrassing.

Akira had been halfway through another point when you abruptly lifted a hand up to cover his mouth. You could sense that your face had gone slightly warm, and beneath your palm, you could feel the faintest twitching of Akira’s lips. You assumed that he was trying not to smile, but rather than acknowledge that, you instead tried to figure out what it was you wanted to say. Akira patiently watched you as he waited for you to gather your thoughts, and finally, you took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

“I like you, Akira,” you confessed at last, “And I have for a while now, but I never had the courage to tell you.”

He nodded from behind your hand, encouraging you to go on. You smiled a little.

“I’d…love to be with you, but I—are you really sure? That you want me of all people?”

The boy removed your hand from his face then, but pressed his lips to the back of your fingers instead of releasing it. His eyes met yours from over your joined hands. “I’m sure if you’re sure that you want to be with a boring delinquent like me.”

His words startled a laugh out of you and you flushed red. “Then…I’ll try to make sure that I live up to being good enough for you.”

“You’re perfect as is,” Akira smiled and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, “But then I guess it’ll just my job to show you how incredible you really are.”

Sanctuary

Hey guys! Here’s a Fairy Tail one-shot for Gajevy requested by the wonderful and amazing @the-mysterious-redfox. She’s been dying to get me to post something so here ya go! It gets just a bit NSFW-ish at times. Please leave a comment or anything really if ya like! I love feedback.


Prompt: Blanket fort

Pairing: Gajevy

Length: 1.6k


Gajeel was sorely tired from the past week and everyone knew it. He had been lashing out at the entire guild, even Levy. He knew he’d crossed a line, but dammit he was upset. On his last mission, Lily had been injured because Gajeel had been overzealous. They’d taken on an entire dark guild together, and he was so arrogant to think his Iron Dragon Roar would take them all down and keep them there. He was wrong. One wizard came at Gajeel from behind as he was singing his own praises. Lily had reacted, taking out the wizard, but received a nasty wound to his abdomen in the process. His partner was in the infirmary and would be there for some time, and it was all his fucking fault.

Gajeel could feel a haze of anger, regret, and frustration build around him with every step he took home. Finally there, he opened the door expecting Levy to give him the cold shoulder. He wouldn’t like it, but he understood. He’d screwed up and needed to pay the price for his actions. Walking inside his home, for the second time this week he was wrong.

The room was lit with the soft glow of twinkling lacrimas, and Gajeel could hear the patter of rain. It hadn’t been raining outside, had it? Was he so removed from the world that he hadn’t noticed? No, his clothes were dry. The large couch in the living room was piled with pillows and blankets. The chairs had been pulled from their normal positions in the kitchen and covered with sheets to make what appeared to be a tent. He could even smell the faint aroma of cookie dough coming from underneath the sheets. Had he accidentally walked into his neighbor’s house? Was he passed out somewhere daydreaming? Then he smelled her. His Shrimp was in the that mass of fluff and she was coming out. Levy popped her head out of the fort.

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Labor and Toil, Part 4. A Rowaelin Fanfiction.

Hey, sorry this so long! I really don’t know how I feel about the ending, but whatevs, you all will just have to tell me about it. Anyways, here it is, and I will probably do some form of an epilogue or the scene where everybody meets the new Princess, idk. Love you all!!


 Aelin Galathynius was having a shitty day so far.
Even though, soon she supposed, it would be one of the happiest days of her life. But right now, it was pretty shitty.
 With another long groan, she fell back against Rowan, her damn dress damp with sweat. Rowan carefully placed an icy cloth on her brow, murmuring soft words in her ear. She savored the feel of his hands running down her arms in careful, soothing motions. Aelin made herself open her eyes, and found Rowan’s eyes trained on her.

  “What?” She bit out, harsher than she’d meant to.
Rowan pursed his lips, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How do you feel, Fireheart,” he said with Fae softness.
 She wanted to snap at him, tell him that she felt like she was pushing their child out of her womb, but she leashed herself.
 “I’m tired, sore, and I feel nauseous.” She said plainly, wriggling back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Yrene made a noise from the end of the bed, and got up, getting a glass of water, which she offered to Aelin.  She took it gratefully and sipped from it slowly, the cool water calming her insides. Rowan lifted the cloth again and sent a jolt of ice through it before placing it on the back of her neck. Aelin sighed again, handing the glass back to Yrene, who took it and pressed her fingers into the hollow of her wrist, checking her pulse.
   “You really are doing well, Aelin, and you are moving along quickly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the baby was here by tonight.”
 Aelin nodded, but said nothing, as she could feel her gut begin to tighten and cramp. “Rowan—”
Her mate knew what she couldn’t say, and intertwined his hands with hers’.
 “You can do this, Aelin, breathe,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re doing brilliantly, love.”
Aelin felt something shift, and she let out a scream, pushing as hard as her body would allow. Yrene moved to the end of the bed, bracing her hands on either of Aelin’s shins.
A sharp intake of breath met Aelin’s ears and panic rose in her chest.
  Behind her, Rowan tensed. “What? What’s wrong” He snapped.
Yrene let out a chuckle, and raised her head. “Just keep pushing Aelin, you’re doing wonderfully.”
  Aelin didn’t feel the least bit calmed, but did as she was told, digging her nails into Rowan’s hands as she pushed.
 A savage groan escaped her and she felt her already hot face heat further, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as Yrene gave her a brilliant smile.
 “I see a baby, Aelin.”
Aelin’s words were caught in her throat as she threw back her head against Rowan’s shoulder, tears forming in her eyes as pain ripped through her.
  “You really are almost there, Aelin. I just need a few more pushes, then you can see your baby,” Yrene murmured softly, gesturing for one of the fresh faced young women to come to stand next to her.
 Rowan, she noticed, had gone silent, and she reached a hand back to grab his shoulder. He started a bit, then kissed her hair.
  “I’m fine, Fireheart, don’t worry about me, just focus on the baby, you can do this.” He mumbled into her hair, but Aelin knew his nerves were getting the better of him, but she didn’t say anything. Because the same was going on inside of her, but that didn’t matter, because they’re baby was almost there and Aelin was ready to meet her child.
  So she released Rowan’s shoulder, and inhaled deeply.
“Aelin, when I tell you to push, push. Understand?” Yrene stated, her voice steady and even. Aelin gave a weak nod, and slid her hand back into Rowan’s, the comfort of his scarred skin and callouses calming her.
  But something felt different, something was—
 “Push, Aelin.” Yrene demanded, and Aelin groaned as she pushed, trying not to focus on the insanely uncomfortable feeling. She panted heavily, then hissed as Rowan slid out from behind her.
He came to stand beside her, his eyes burning into hers.
“Keep pushing, Aelin. You are doing beautifully, Princess.”
  Aelin gave a tortured scream as something inside her shifted.
No. No, something was wrong.
 “Yrene,” she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets.
“Something’s— Not right!” She screamed the last words, fisting a hand in her hair.
  Oh, gods! No, her baby…
Please! Please, she begged the gods, let my baby live, let me live!
Aelin couldn’t form a thought— she couldn’t breathe, to many things were happening. She couldn’t breathe!
Rowan made a small noise, meeting her eyes. “Aelin, you’re going to be fine, don’t think like that—”
But then Yrene was ushering him out of the room, growling just as loudly as Rowan when he began to argue.
“Rowan!” She shouted desperately, wanting to scream at Yrene for forcing him out of the room, but the healer was right.
 Right now, the healers needed the room.
Yrene dashed back to the foot of the bed, running a cool cloth up her leg.
“Aelin, you— Breathe deeply, keep breathing. We are going to deliver this baby, so help me Silba. Sanetur, help the Queen with her breath, Mulier, I want you to help me with the baby, she is coming a bit awkwardly!”
 Aelin vaguely sensed Yrene shouting something else, but she could only focus on the words swirling around in her head.
 Stay, Aelin, don’t leave, not after all we’ve done, stay Aelin. You can do this, love. Keep breathing.
 It was Rowan, through the bond.
“Rowan,” she whispered, fighting fiercely against the darkness that loomed.



   Rowan paced as he heard shouting from the other room.
He fisted a hand in his hair, swallowing once, twice, three times. Just trying to calm himself.
 Oh gods, never in his life had he felt so helpless, so utterly unable.
“Please,” he whispered to the empty room. “Let her live.”
  Another guttural scream echoed in the room and Rowan nearly fell to his knees.
He plopped down on the couch, bowing his head.
“Please, let her and the child live,” he whispered. “Please, please.”
He didn’t even know who he was praying to, and he didn’t even care.
All Rowan Whitethorn wanted to hear was that his wife was all right.
  For another ten gut wrenching minutes, Rowan sat there listening intently, hoping to glean some form information from the near silent room. But then—
 A wail cut through the silence, then hoot of joy. Rowan felt his eyes fill with tears, and he scrambled off the couch, bolting towards the door. His child was on the other side of that door. Rowan began to push open the door, but was met with one of the young healers throwing it open. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of a squirming pink baby in the arms of Yrene.
  “King Rowan, come in!” Yrene shouted, and he stepped to her side, eyes flicking from Aelin to the baby and back again about a million times.
 Aelin was panting, tears streaming down her face as she stretched out a hand for her child.
“Rowan, our baby, let me hold her, please, Rowan.” She begged, tears falling down anew.
But Rowan’s attention caught on that word— her. He glanced back down at the babe, who was being checked by the healers.
 It was indeed a little girl, her head covered in fine silver-white hair— like his own.
He stepped to Aelin’s side, grabbing her hands in his and pressing kisses to her brow.
“Let them check her, Fireheart, let them check, then we can see her.” He murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. The healers began to wipe the babe with a cool cloth, cleaning the child.
 
  Rowan felt the world go silent as Yrene walked to him, holding out the child.
Tears fell down his face as the woman gently deposited the girl in his arms, murmuring something he couldn’t hear. The breath escaped him as the child reached out a clenched fist, gurgling nonsense.
  “Rowan,” Aelin mumbled, reaching out her hands.
   Rowan nodded distantly, turning slightly to place the girl in Aelin’s arms. She was so tiny, and her eyes— they were Aelin’s eyes.
Aelin sobbed as the babe reached out a fist to grasp the finger Aelin had begun to wiggle before the small child.

   Through the haze of his love and utter amazement, Rowan sensed Yrene coaxing something to Aelin’s lips, which she drank without protest. The healer murmured something about being back in a little while, they would need to check Aelin in a few minutes. But the three women left them in near-silence, the only sounds the soft cooing of Aelin as she brushed her fingers along the child’s head.
 Something inside Rowan broke at the fierce love and warmth flowing from Aelin, her eyes
  Rowan sat down gently, trying not to jostle Aelin as he wriggled onto the bed. With a small grunt, she shifted her legs and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder. Rowan didn’t think he’d breathed in the past ten minutes.  
 “Name,” he rasped, a hand coming up on its own to settle on Aelin’s hand.
Aelin wet her lips, leaning down to kiss their child. “Evalin? I think it would fit her?” Aelin’s voice was tired, but not weak. No, it was as if the child had sent a jolt of energy through Aelin.
Rowan kissed his mate’s head softly, “Your mother’s?” He paused, running a careful finger across Evalin’s brow.
“A fitting name indeed.”
Aelin huffed a laugh, sniffing delicately as tears started falling again. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Aelin breathed.
 All Rowan could do was nod.
   Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been on the earth for over three hundred years, and in that moment, watching his wife kiss their baby girl’s forehead was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.



   Aelin Galathynius was tired, more so then she wanted to admit, but she stayed awake, talking quietly with Rowan as the healers did a final check on Evalin, and looked her over. They gave her a bitter tasting tea that was supposed to help any bleeding, and a mild pain tonic, soon after they left, murmuring their blessings as they went.
 Aelin sighed in contentment as she held Evalin to her breast, sleep tugging at her eyes. Through her exhaustion, she felt Rowan shift a bit behind her.
“Rowan?” She mumbled, her tongue heavy in her mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I want a message sent to Lys and Aedion, and one to the Cadre. Tell them it’s a girl, and that we’ll see them tomorrow,” she paused thinking. Maybe it was selfish of her, but right now, she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone interrupting their little bubble of solitude. “Tell them not to worry.”
 Rowan hummed and slid out from behind her, puffing the pillows around her before allowing her to lay back.
He looked her over, his eyes lingering on the child currently suckling at her breast. He leaned in, kissing her softly.
“You’re beautiful. Both of you.”
Aelin smiled tiredly against his soft lips, “I still feel as though I’ve swallowed Abraxos.”
 Rowan brushed a hand through his hair, the same color as their daughter’s, “Maybe, but you are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Aelin.”
  Her cheeks flushed, but she rolled her eyes, shifting Evalin a bit. “Get the message sent, I don’t want them stampeding in here.”
Rowan chuckled, and crossed the room to jot down the note on a spare bit of parchment. Aelin watched as Rowan stepped out the door.
Aelin leaned down, kissing Evalin’s brow. The little girl gave a wet gurgle of laughter, and Aelin felt tears well in her eyes again.
 She adjusted the blanket swaddling Eva, “How you doing, sweetie? Daddy will be back in a minute.”
   Aelin smiled widely as Evalin went back to her breast, and suddenly Aelin felt the enormity of what she just done.
She just brought a child, a little girl into this world, and now she sat with her daughter and her husband in their chambers.
  A trill of laughter escaped her lips and as Rowan stepped back in, he cocked a brow. “What?”
Aelin shook her head, “Nothing, come back to bed.”
 Rowan gave a brisk nod, and walked to the other side of the bed, sliding in next to her. Aelin watched as Rowan smoothed a gentle hand over Evalin’s small head, his face soft and gentle, a new sort of grin tugging at his lips.
 “You have made me the luckiest male to have ever walk this earth, Aelin.”
Aelin closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill, and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder.
 “I love you, Rowan.”
“I love you, too.”
Aelin felt Evalin pull away, gurgling a soft noise before nuzzling back against Aelin.
“I think that’s her way of saying ‘I love you’.” Rowan mumbled into her hair.
   Aelin could only mumble her agreement before she nodded off.



  Rowan watched as sleep seeped over Aelin, her head pressing into his shoulder. With a quiet laugh, he eased them both back into the pillows. He stayed up until Yrene came knocking, asking to check on Aelin once more.
The healer quickly did her work, then reminded Rowan he should get some sleep. Rowan nodded slowly, then looked down at Aelin and Eva.
  “Does Aelin need to nurse tonight? Does Eva sleep with Aelin?” Rowan felt a blush creep up his neck. He should know this.
 But Yrene gave him a gentle smile, “I’ll lay the babe down, you sleep. If Eva needs to nurse, which she will, she’ll fuss. Wake Aelin, she’ll know what to do.”
Rowan nodded, watching as Yrene gently scooped the sleeping girl out of Aelin’s arms. Evalin didn’t stir, but Aelin jerked awake.
“Is everything okay? Yrene?”
Rowan laid a hand on Aelin’s arm, “We’re putting Eva to bed, Aelin.”
  His wife nodded, her eyes still flickering over to Eva.
Rowan tracked Yrene as she gently placed the still sleeping babe in the crib. “Aelin, if you feel any discomfort or feverish, contact me. I’ll be here in the morning, after you see me you can have visitors. None before.”
Aelin gave a weak nod and closed her eyes, wriggling back into the pillows. Yrene smiled at the now-dozing queen. “Make sure she drinks plenty of water, King, she’s lost lots of fluids. And she’ll need to eat a good meal in the morning, it’s been a while since she’s eaten.”
Rowan bit his lip, Aelin hadn’t eaten all day. He’d make sure she got something in the morning.
“And make sure Evalin sleeps on her back, nothing in the crib with her.” Yrene began towards the door.
  “And Rowan,” she looked back at him, a threat in her eyes. He braced himself.
“I mean it about no visitors. Aelin needs rest, as does the baby. I’ve already had Aedion and Lysandra at my door needling me for details.”
Rowan let out a quiet laugh. He didn’t doubt that one bit.
“Good night, Rowan. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”
Rowan bid the woman goodnight and began shucking off his clothes. In his undershorts, he slipped into bed, next to Aelin. Brushing a chaste kiss over her brow, he tucked the blankets around Aelin, and with half a thought he snuffed out all the candles in the room.
  With his thought’s whirring in his mind, and love flowing from his heart, Rowan Galathynius closed his eyes, the image of Aelin holding their child in her scarred arms flickering in his mind.

I Belong Way Down Below

Title: I Belong Way Down Below

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister!reader

Words: 2500 (oops) 

[Angsty, mentions of death, dark thoughts]

A/N: So, a tip is to read the one shots on my blog, because then the insert name thingymajiggy works. I don’t if it does otherwise.

Your name: submit What is this?

Dean groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked and took in his surroundings, briefly wondering why he was in Baby and not in a bed. But then he remembered. He was here to collect you.

The oldest Winchester always knew that anything could happen. Especially when you lived as a hunter. And he and Sam constantly were super protective of you, but they never expected anything really bad to happen to you. Because that was simply unthinkable, they couldn’t wrap their minds around it. But the unimaginable had ultimately happened, you had died and gone to hell.

However, after a year and three months, he and Sam had found a way to bring you back; and that’s where he were, the clearing where they had buried you. Speaking of his little brother, Dean looked over at Sam to ask if he had seen anything while he himself had been dozing.

He was greeted by the sight of Sam sleeping next to him. Now he could place the weird snoring sound that he had barely noticed the first few seconds he had been awake. Remorselessly, Dean swatted Sam’s upper arm, causing him to flinch awake — mid-snore.

”Dude!” Dean accusingly exclaimed, as Sam looked at him, confused.

”What?” Sam squinted his eyes, feeling wrongly criticized.

”Really? You were supposed to keep eyes on her grave!” Dean glared at him as he gestured towards the grave through the windshield glass.

”No, I wasn’t. You were on watch last,” Sam retorted, sitting up straighter in the car seat, furrowing his eyebrows.

”No, it was your turn.” Dean pushed, he was absolutely sure. Sammy failed, not he.

”No, it wasn’t!”

”You’re wrong, but whatever!” Dean rolled his eyes as he grabbed the flashlight that was resting in the center console of the Impala.

Then he opened his car door, and let the cold air fill the coupé as he stood up right outside, peering into the thick darkness. Gripping and enlightening the flashlight, he scanned the area, both with his light source and eyes. And then he saw it, he had to strain his eyes, but sure, there was a pile of dirt by the wooden cross embellished with your initials.

”Sammy,” Dean loud-whispered, if that now was a thing.

He felt something, a feeling, shift in his stomach and his pulse picking up. He was nervous, yet excited. He had been longing for you for so long, but he also feared the fact that something might go wrong. Because shit went wrong all the time. To sum it up, he was just a mess that didn’t know what to do with himself.

Sam turned his head towards Dean, curious, but his eyes suddenly went wide.

”De—” He didn’t have a chance to get more out before someone attacked his brother from behind.

With a breath stuck in his throat, Sam saw Dean get yanked from the car as well as heard his surprised yelp. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Sam got the car door on his side open as fast as possible, and flung himself outside. He quickly rounded the car and ran over to where Dean and a smaller character were fighting, using their bare hands. Dean used his to shield himself, while the other, reached for his throat, seemingly trying to strangle him. And even though Dean was larger in size, he seemed to be the underdog, maybe because of the sheer intensity of the swings from the other.

Sam grabbed a hold of the figure, that fought with everything she had, clawing at them. It was hard to tell in the lack of lightening, Dean had dropped the flashlight, but he had at least gathered that it was a female.

She got in a hit on Sam, hitting him square in the jaw. It hurt like a bitch, as Dean would say, but thankfully Sam managed to block the next strike. Meanwhile Dean had collected himself, and helped Sam with the task of getting a hold of their attacker.

Soon, Dean had a grip around one of her arms, Sam around the other. However, she kept squirming and kicking, so they had no choice but to force her down on her back against the ground.

As Sam held one hand on one of her shoulders and the other around her neck, he could put his weight over her, making it close to impossible for her to escape. This made it possible for Dean to momentarily leave him alone to retrieve the flashlight, since you were at such a disadvantage. Dean was back in a matter of seconds, and after taking a deep breath he flicked on the light, shining it down over Sam’s shoulder, to reveal the mystery girl.

Dean felt as an electrical shock ran through him when he saw you, and he was pretty sure Sammy felt the same way as he let out a gasp. You were covered in dirt that dulled your skin and the colors of your flannel and jeans, that by the way looked terribly cold in this moment, but sure it was really you. Your hair was spread around your head like an aura. The bright light forced the pupils of your eyes to constrict as every speck of color they held, that neither Dean or Sam had seen in what felt like an eternity, were on display. On the not-so-bright side, they were filled with pure terror that made the hearts of your brothers clench. You looked like a dear caught in the headlights.

Both of your trembling hands reached up to and grabbed Sam’s large one, trying to pry it of your neck. When Sam realized this, he immediately removed his, as if he had been burned. But there was something with you that made him move it to your shoulder instead of letting you go.

”(Y/N)…” Dean uttered, as he almost dropped the flashlight, completely startled.

Them both stared down at you with wide eyes and you looked up at them, petrified.

”Please,” you whimpered under your breath, barely audible.

”What?” Sam questioned, confused, with his voice barely over a whisper too.

”Please, don’t,” you begged your voice so scratchy it almost came out a just a wheeze.

Your brothers didn’t understand why you looked so scared that you might succumb to a heart attack brought on by fear, in any moment. They watched as you breathing picked up, your whole body was tense. You looked like wild animal that had been caught. Dean and Sam shared a concerned glance before they looked back down at you. But before they could ask, you continued.

”Please d-don’t kill me.”

Dean and Sam were both severely taken back. Kill you? You really, honestly thought that they would finish you off. They both knew that hell screwed with your head, but it just became clear to them how damaged you were.

Sam wanted to let go of his grip, but he didn’t dare to. Your behavior was erratical, you did in no way act like yourself, the girl you were over a year ago. He didn’t know what you would do, maybe you would take off, or maybe perform a second murder attempt.

”(Y/N), we’re not going to kill you.” Dean stated, so shocked that he couldn’t keep his voice from breaking as he saw you in this frazzle.

You didn’t look convinced at all, instead your eyes kept darting from him to Sam.

”We would never, ever, do that.” Sam emphasized, his voice low and sad. His eyes burned, he could feel the tears coming.

His heart ached so much for you. He wanted nothing more than to hug you tight, bring you home, wrap you up and never let go again. He wanted to restore you, but the thing was that he started to doubt that was even possible when he saw you before his eyes.

”I-I know I’m a monster, but please…” You continued on, your voice now strangled as tears welled up in your eyes, maybe even intensifying the color of them even more. Your lower lip began to tremble as the drops of salt spilled over and rolled down the sides of your face.

Sam couldn’t stop himself anymore, he pulled you up from the ground by the grip he had on your shoulders. Throughout the whole motion, your body was stiff and your eyes round, full of horror. Sam tried not to think about this as he pulled the trembling you into his embrace.

Meanwhile Dean had lowered himself down to your and Sam’s level. ”You are not a monster, (Y/N).”

Sam noted that his eyes were pooling with tears too, and they didn’t get dryer when they met Sam’s teary orbs. This pained them both, so much.

After about 10 seconds, you started breathing again, first fast and shallowly, but then the breaths finally seemed to slow down. Your body gradually relaxed to after minutes return to a more normal state. And at about this moment you let out a sob, as shivers enveloped you.

Sam looked at Dean and mouthed ’she’s freezing’ to him, and Dean immediately took off his jacket and handed it to Sam so that he could wrap it around you. He was wearing three layers under it anyway, whereas you only seemed to be wearing one. And laying dead in a coffin for 15 months didn’t do you any favors either.

You were dead. And now, now you were here, in Sam’s arms.

It sure was one hell of a mind-blowing thought. Dean couldn’t wrap his head around it. However, he was beyond happy that he was able to take your hand in his own, to have you near once again.

The three of you sat there for a while, until your brothers decided that it was too cold for you, and they led you towards the car. You were acting very out of character, with your eyes darting over the scene, constantly wide open. You seemed distant yet overly cautious, but at least they got you walking.

Sam jumped into the backseat with you, Dean behind the wheel. It didn’t take long for you to fall into deep sleep, leaning against the car door to your left, as far away from Sam as possible. However, Sam carefully reached over and with a secure hold, leaned you against him so that you could drool on his jacket instead of the panel of the door.

Every now and then, Dean glanced through the rearview mirror at his younger siblings, always having an eye one you two. Because, this could never, ever, happen again.

After a few days of just hanging out by the motel, regaining strength, you had begun to take on your former psyche. But there was still a long way to go, and you were still very different.

At the moment, you were sitting on a bench, pushed up against the outer wall, right outside the door of your motel room. You were watching the endless amount of stars above you on the night sky that seemed to start by the edge of the motel roof, and then go on for as long as your eyes could see. You had really missed this.

Besides you sat Dean. Sammy had fallen asleep inside of the warm, lit up room, filled with chatter from the TV. Outside however it was quiet, until Dean broke the silence.

”How are you feeling?” His voice was gentle as you saw through the corner of your eye that he turned his head towards you. He was watching you as you continued watching the light speckles above.

You shrugged. It was hard to put it into words. Another would have gotten annoyed, but not Dean. He was patient.

”Look, if you ever want to talk about it, hit me up. Whenever.”

You thought about this for a moment. Then it started pouring out of you.

”There was a room. It was just me, you and Sam.” Your voice was low and you pronounced the words slowly. You squinted your eyes and the stars got out of focus. You weren’t really watching anything, but you kept your head turned upwards.

Dean kept his eyes on you. ”In hell?”

”Yeah.” You slowly nodded. ”And everyday I had to kill you, or you killed me.”

Dean was left without words. A million thoughts ran through his head, but he couldn’t convey any of them. He really couldn’t think of anything more traumatizing.

There was a brief pause before you continued.

”Sometimes it was Bobby. A few times it was Dad. But almost every time it was you.” Your voice was hollowed and distanced. You shared the memories rather easily but that were just because of that fact that you distanced yourself. ”If I killed you I got to live another day, level up. But if you killed me… Restart.”

That explained your behavior when you and your brothers first reunited. You had fought in hell so many times, you just did it by automation.

”When I woke up, I thought it was just another day. I’m sorry.”

”That must’ve been horrible… I-I can’t imagine.” Dean finally said. ”Don’t be sorry. I, we, understand.”

You nodded, and it got quite for a moment, again.

”I don’t think I belong here anymore.” You said, which startled and caused Dean even more agony, if that was even possible.

”Why?” His voice was trembling, he sounded like a sad kid.

”I-I’m different. Worse. I’ve done bad things.” You spoke, trying to put your feelings into words. ”I don’t fit in. ’What’s dead should stay dead’, you said so Dean.”

Now Dean violently shook his head, before looking up at the stars again, tears burning his eyes. ”No. No, (Y/N), I was wrong.” He looked back at you as he sniffled. ”You belong here. You’re a good person, maybe the best I know. Don’t think any less of yourself. You should be here with us, alive.”

He reached out and took one of your hands from your lap. You flinched by the touch, and for the first time took your eyes off the sky, and followed his hand with your gaze. Then, you looked up, into his green eyes.

”Sam and I love you, (Y/N).” Dean spoke seriously. ”Don’t forget that. And we’re going to help you. Things will go back to normal, I promise.”

”I’m sorry, I can’t see any light. I can’t see tomorrow.” You stated, your voice empty.

Misery shot through your older brother’s eyes.

”Oh, kiddo.” He breathed out as he reached out his free hand and pulled you into a hug, pressed you close against him. ”This is usually Sammy’s line, but, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel, (Y/N). We’re going to help you see it. Everything is going to be okay, little sister.”

dmollyc  asked:

Prompt 46, 51, 71.

46: I could beat you up, you know that right?, 51: I’m not weird, you’re just basic, 71: We’re not ‘fine’ 

Gonna attempt uniLock…. (I suck at this!) Big thanks to @mrsmcrieff for her Brit help (the vast difference between the American and British educational systems always trip me up!).  I combined all the prompts because I thought they fit well together. Thanks, love!


Sherlock leaned against the building, smoking, and watching the couple across the courtyard. They obviously thought that they were alone. The whole scene was making him uncomfortable and he couldn’t quite explain why. He of course knew Molly Hooper. He had had several classes with the petite brunette in the two years of university they’d thus far completed. She was bright, charming, pretty and far too good for that short Irish bastard!

“No. We’re not ‘fine’, Jim,” she said. “Sometimes you…”

“What?!”

“You just… you make me feel a bit… uneasy,” she finally managed.

Understatement, Sherlock thought as he took another drag. That guy’s a psychopath.

Jim laughed. “That’s sayin’ something, love, as weird as you are with your obsession with dead bodies and all,” he mocked.

Molly had started to walk away but turned and stormed up to the creep. “I’m not weird, you’re just basic! And I’m through.”

She turned once again to leave and Sherlock watch as Jim grabbed her by the wrist, jerking her back to him. “We’re through when I say we’re through, Molly. And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

Sherlock had started walking the moment Jim grabbed Molly and by the time he got to the pair, he was murderous.

“Let her go,” he said as threateningly as possible.

Jim dropped Molly’s hand and pushed her away. “Oh, look, Molls. The posh boy’s here to save the day.”

“Molly, come here,” Sherlock ordered.

After a moment’s hesitation, she moved behind him.

“Now, I do believe that she said she was done with your insignificant arse. Don’t let us keep you from whatever general menacing you have planned.”

Jim glared and walked up to the taller man. “You’ve been looking at my arse?” he asked as his glare slowly morphed into a grin then turned his attention to Molly, who was behind Sherlock and just to his right. “Barkin’ up the wrong tree with this one, cupcake.” He winked.

“Any tree’s better than yours,” Molly said, stepping around Sherlock. “The branches are so small.”

“You’re just itching for it today! Most people are smart enough not to cross me, Molly. I thought you were…”

“You thought she was meek enough to take whatever you dished out,” Sherlock interrupted. “Clearly you were mistaken. Not to mention…” He stepped closer to purposely loom over the smaller man. “I could beat you up, you know that right?”

Jim looked at Molly then back to Sherlock. “Have I finally got your attention, Holmes? All it took was a little pantomime with the lovely Miss Hooper. She’s your weakness, you know.”  As he started to walk away he said in a sing-song voice, “I’ll be watching!”

Sherlock waited until Jim was all the way across the courtyard before turning to Molly. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Should I be worried? About Jim, I mean.”

Of course you should be worried, he crazy and brilliant. “No. I’m sure he’s all talk,” he lied, knowing that he’d be keeping an even closer eye on Jim and Molly for that matter. Speaking of which…

“Um, would you like to get some coffee?” she asked, her voice a bit shaky. He wondered if it was from the altercation or her question. Judging by the blush on her cheeks, it was most likely the latter.

“Well…”

“I just thought I should thank you for… what you did… and all.”

“The canteen’s coffee tastes like rat piss. I know a place,” he said then started walking.

“Oh, now?”

“You don’t have any classes this afternoon, and I don’t have any that I can’t miss.”

“You know my timetable?” she asked as she caught up with him.

“I know lots of things, Molly Hooper.” Looking down at her, he smirked and thought, oh yes, I’ll definitely have to keep a very close eye on her.

Snake Eyes | Mafia AU (12)

Pairing: reader x jimin | Mafia/Gang AU

Genre: angst x some occasional fluff

Summary: You were assigned to protect, watch over, and defend him. Falling in love with him was just an inevitable side effect.

Word Count: 4,110

A/N: So sorry that it took forever to update this!!! I was away from home for a week & struggling with writer’s block for a bit. Not so fond of this chapter but it had to be done so I could get on to the next one. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! 

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Jimin kept an eye on you while you slept, waiting for the moment your expression would turn sour and a name would plague your mind along with your nightmares. But the moment surprisingly never came and soon enough, he found himself falling asleep with you in his arms.

In the morning, however, he woke up alone in your bed.

The sun was glaring through your windows and he frantically looked for his phone, relief washing over him when he realized that it was Sunday morning. He scrolled through his phone to keep himself occupied rather than to actually check his emails. There was a message from his uncle but he chose not to read it, dreading the moment he would have to.

He felt so out of place.

He didn’t know if he should go look for you or for Taehyung or if he should just wait in your room. He chose the latter but after a while, he sucked it up and headed downstairs. Hearing noises coming from the kitchen, he decided to head that way. He came to a stop when he recognized one of the noises as your voice, peeking his head out from behind the wall to see you, Hoseok, and Yoongi in the kitchen.

Hoseok was rummaging through the fridge while Yoongi leaned against the kitchen counter and you stood in front of him, your back facing Jimin.

“You stress me out so much, [Y/N].” Yoongi complained as he made face and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going to go bald because of you!”

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anonymous asked:

How would the Sakamaki brothers raise their sons?

I left out Laito since he doesn’t have one

Sakamaki:

Shu - The dad that doesn’t seem to care but secretly does, gives somewhat good advice but it’s the kind you have to sit there and think about for a few days before it finally clicks.

Reiji - The oppressive if he’s not careful dad, teaches his son how to be polite and mannerly to the point of perfection, makes sure his grades stay up, and not afraid to dish out punishments if he acts out.

Ayato - The fun dad! The best dad! He has triplets so he has to find ways to keep them all engaged, doesn’t push then too hard and gives the worst advice ever.

Kanato - The hands off dad, doesn’t give advice and lets his son roam free since he can’t be bothered with him, but can give decent advice once pestered enough or bribed.

Subaru - The dad that does everything right but thinks he does everything wrong, gives the best advice that is short, sweet, and to the point and tries to be as active in his sons’ lives as possible.

anonymous asked:

Your reactions give me life! Can you do one with shownu, wonho, minhyuk and jooheon where they feel insecure and You comfort them? Thanks!

They feel insecure and you comfort them (Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk & Jooheon)

Shownu; You got informed that all of the members were back at the dorm except for Hyunwoo, so you decided to go and see him. Knowing he was at the practice room, you made your way there, the staff letting you in as they already know you. You quietly walked into the practice room, seeing Hyunwoo dancing with no music while staring at the mirror, completely focused to the point where he didn’t even see you come in. You’d walk over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back gently, startling him a little. He’d turn around and smile at you once he saw you. 

Oh! Hey jagi..

He’d wrap his arms around you and sigh softly, hugging you for a little longer than usual. Though you didn’t mind at all, and you hugged him back tightly. You could already tell that he was stressed from how he hugged you. “What’s wrong, Hyunwoo..?”  You’d ask, concerned. He’d pull away and wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, “I just.. I can’t get these moves right. No matter how hard i try i just can’t.” He’d explain with a frown and rub his eyes. You would blink and wrap your arms around him, “Hyunwoo-yah.. Don’t over-work yourself, okay? You’re such an amazing dancer, but maybe you need to rest a little before continuing. Go home, sleep it off, and start again tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be just fine tomorrow, okay? I’m 100% sure.” You’d comfort him, making him nod and relax a little more. 

Originally posted by madtwn

Wonho

15 minutes later you’d hear the doorbell ring, and you would rush to open the door. You could already tell something was wrong with the way Hoseok typed. You’d open the door and look at Hoseok, who was biting on his lower lip, his eyes a little teary and his hair messy, pushed back. 

Hoseok-ah.. What’s wrong?” 

You’d raise your eyebrows and pull him inside, closing the door behind you two. He’d sniffle a little, stubborn about letting his tears fall, he’d wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, “I’m.. I don’t feel well..” He’d mumble, making you widen your eyes. “Are you sick?”. Hoseok would shake his head and close his eyes, “No, no.. I just.. I don’t feel good. I can’t do anything right recently. I can’t have my body the way i want to, i keep messing up..” He’d gulp and pull away from the hug, staring at the floor. You’d feel your heart break a little, seeing him like this, on the edge of breaking down. You would take his hand and walk him over to the couch, sitting him down. “Come here.” You’d pull him close, wrapping your arms around him tightly, “Your body is perfect just the way it is, Hoseok-ah. Please don’t be down.. Don’t force yourself, hm? You’re so, so gorgeous, and so talented.” You’d comfort him, rubbing his back, making him hug you tightly. He’d end up falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you tightly, and his head against your shoulder. 

Originally posted by wonhobe

Minhyuk; You two decided to hang out at the dorm since it was his day off. You haven’t seen him in a while, so you were really excited to see him. Though when he hugged you and pulled you inside, you could tell that something was wrong and that his smile was mostly forced. You decided to wait a little and try and figure out if you were right, so you two were sitting on the couch, talking, and Minhyuk was definitely much quieter, which made you worried. 

Minhyuk-ah, are you okay? What’s wrong?

You’d ask, brows furrowed. It would frustrate you a little, seeing him brush it off and tell you he was just fine. Soon though you forced him to tell you what it was, and it made your heart drop. 

I read a few comments online.. They weren’t nice.. Saying things like i’m fake, i’m too loud, i’m annoying, i’m ugly..” He named the comments as he stared at his lap. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head, taking his hands in yours, “Oh God.. You know none of them are true, right? You’re so amazing, please don’t pay attention to those comments. People have nothing better to do with their lives so they write these types of comments. They aren’t true, you’re so handsome, you bring so much happiness and excitement, you give everyone so much energy every day, i promise you everyone is so happy to have you in their lives.” You’d squeeze his hands a little, though he’d pull them away and instead hug you, nuzzling into your neck. “Thank you, baby..”.

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Jooheon; You two would be at the studio, you sitting on the couch, minding your own business while Jooheon worked on his music. You two did this quite often, and you liked it. Even if you two didn’t speak to each other, just being next to each other made you two happy to no end. You glanced at the clock which read 1:30am. 

Jooheonie, Take a break?

You’d ask him and stand up, walking over to him. You’d place your hands on his shoulder’s gently, “You’ve been working for an hour and a half non stop. Take a break.” You squeezed his shoulders a little. Jooheon shook his head and continued to work, the mouse clicking every two seconds.

I can’t. I have to finish this.

Jooheon-ah.. Come on-

I said no! I have so much to do, aish..

He’d sigh, though almost immediately realize that he raised his voice a little just then. He’d feel the grip on his shoulders lighten, and he’d quickly turn around to look up at you, taking you hand in his. “I’m sorry baby.. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that. I’m just.. stressed. It’s not going well, at all..” He’d mumble and release a deep sigh, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. 

You’d bite the inside of your cheek and sit down next to him, reaching out ot caress his hair, “Maybe it’s not going well because you won’t rest? I know you want to do it and finish it quickly, make it perfect, but if you don’t rest you’ll get stressed, and when you’re stressed you won’t work well. Jooheon-ah, the music you create is so amazing, it really is. But take care of yourself too, it will turn out the way you want it to once you’re well rested and your head is clear.”. 

Jooheon would stare at you a lot, and when you finished talking, he’d nod a little, “I’ll take a break, only if you promise to hold me.” 

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-L♥

Giving In

Dean Winchester x Reader

An Anon request from the Drabble prompt list. Requested #66: I won’t let you get hurt.” With Dean.

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In reality, it was silly. You shouldn’t be afraid of something as simple as a relationship. You were a hunter for crying out loud. Killing monsters daily, never knowing if you were going to live to see another sunrise in the morning. Vampires, werewolves, even shifters. They didn’t scare you at all.

But the prospect of falling in love with someone so completely, so utterly, that you couldn’t live without them. That scared you so freaking much that you pushed yourself away from anyone that came even close to capturing your heart. Worse than Dean, you had a tough time trusting that people wouldn’t leave you. That the second you opened your heart to some man, they would tear it apart, stomping on it on their way out the door. Or the monsters would see your weakness, killing them in front of you.

Either option didn’t sound good, so you did the only thing you could think of. It was one night stands or nothing at all. Sure, it made you feel lonely, often feeling as if you were missing out on things. But to you it was safe. And that’s all that mattered.

Until Dean came along. Messing with all of your carefully laid out plans and ideas. Making you have these emotions that you had promised would never cross your mind. Just a glimpse of his forestry green eyes, the plump lips that would often tilt up in a smile and your heart would start fluttering.

He was amazing, and everything you never thought you would want in a man. And that’s what had you so scared. Because you could feel yourself falling for this man, landing completely under his spell. Which is exactly what you didn’t want.

So instead of crushing yourself in his embrace, you would push him away. When he’d smile at you, you’d catch yourself smiling back and you would rush from the room, flustered and annoyed at yourself. When he stepped it up a notch, attempting to kiss you after a couple of drinks at the bar, you had pushed him away. It was then you noticed the hurt in his eyes, the confusion.

“What is it?” He had asked you, his hand clenching by his side. “Am I that repulsive that you don’t want to have anything to do with me?”

Wishing for another drink right about then, you had shaken your head, your hair getting caught in your lip gloss. Carefully, he reached up, brushing the hair from your face. “Then what is it? I can see it, the fact that you have feelings for me too. So why do you keep pushing me away? Pretending as if they didn’t exist?”

Feeling close to tears, you raced out of the bar, away from him. Not stopping until you made it to the Impala, you let the tears fall, knowing how foolish you were probably being. That you were so afraid of things going wrong that you were hurting yourself even now. You wanted nothing more than to open up to Dean, to let yourself fall in love with him because you knew you were so close already.

“Damn it Y/N, why did you run out on me?” He grumbled, racing up behind you, your forgotten coat in his hands.

“Because I’m scared Dean. I’m scared of these feelings that have been hidden deep down until you came along. I’m afraid that I’m going to get too close to you, and you’ll leave me. I’m not strong enough for that.” You ended on a sob, and he pulled you into his arms, holding tight while you struggled against him.

It took only seconds before you relaxed in his arms, a place you had wanted to be for such a long time. “Shh, we’re all scared of that. I’ve had so many people leave me in this life, but look at me. I’m still wanting to take a shot at love with you. It’s okay to be scared, but I won’t let you get hurt. You mean too much to me to just toss you off to the side. And if those Monsters do get a hold of me I will do everything in my power to come back to you.” He promised, and you peered up at him through tear soaked eyelashes.

“Why do you have to be so amazing? So understanding?” You asked him, earning one of those amazing smiles of his.

“So you would fall in love with me.” He answered. “But don’t worry. We can go slow. I know this is a huge step for you, but it’s one I definitely want you to take.”

Taking a deep breath, you stood on your tiptoes, quickly pecking his lips with your own. “I’ll give it a shot. But please be patient with me. I’ve pushed people away for so long, I’m not sure how to do this.”

“We’ll work on it together.” He assured you, before opening the door to the Impala and letting you slide inside.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 32/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 31

Clint and Natasha stood outside of their daughter’s room, ears pressed to the door and confused looks on their faces, hearing her talking to someone but with each sentence spoken, there was no reply.  She had grown too old for imaginary friends, as far as they were concerned anyway, and FRIDAY had reassured them that she was in the room alone, so their curiosity was piqued.  They didn’t want to intrude on her privacy, but they had to know for sure that she wasn’t talking to some alien or ghost, or anything weird or threatening; with things that happened around this team, nothing could be ruled out.

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