love even if entire world hates her

Every team 7 ship VS NaruHina

To the clique that argued with me in the saltiest of ways, I dedicate to you my first ever anti nh post. I hope you think twice about telling people to kill themselves over your self insert and stop being a pimple on society’s ass.

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You Are The Only One I Want

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader (She/Her)

Category: Angst, with a little fluff at the end

Words: 2025

Warnings: Swearing, food mentioned, violence mentioned, Eggsy is a little bit beaten up, a little bit of fighting, mention of pain pills

Prompts: “You deserve better.” & “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Summary: Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

A/N’s: Wow! So, this is the first reader insert fic that I have ever written. It also happens to be the first thing I’ve ever written that I’ve let anybody read, so please go easy on me. I’d love some constructive criticism, if anyone has any ideas on how I could make my writing any better. Thanks!  I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by tarons

             Eggsy hesitated to even go home that night. Part of him wanted to find somewhere else to stay for the night, his mum’s or Roxy’s. His last mission had been rough. He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. This wouldn’t be the first time he had come home to her like this. At this point he knew that she was probably used to it, that she maybe even expected it most nights and he hated that. He hated making her upset or fearful for him. He hated that when he was on a mission, she was stuck home, alone and worrying about his safety. But more than anything, he hated the fact that he was what caused her distress.

             It wasn’t until he reached their apartment building that he realized where his post mission debrief walk had taken him. While completely lost in thought he had made his way back to her. Right back to his incredible Y/N. Right back to the woman he was so helplessly in love with. Even when he was internally debating coming home or not he still found his way back to the girl he considered to be his entire world. ‘I’m never gonna be able to stay away from her.’ He shook his head at this thought.  Eggsy knew that he couldn’t keep doing this to her. He didn’t want to keep doing this to her.

              The brunette continues to stand outside of their building for a few more minutes, just allowing himself a chance to sort out his thoughts. He doesn’t know how long he ended up standing out there. It was not until a man staring down at his cell phone almost knocked him over that he finally decided that it was time to face the music. Taking one last deep breath he walks into the small building, heading straight for the elevator and hitting the button for his floor.

             As he walks down the hallway to their apartment, he sends a small smile to the single mother who lives down the hall and offers to help her bring her groceries inside but she declines with a kind smile and a simple ‘No thanks’. Eggsy stares down at the floor as he continues to walk, slightly disappointed that his plan to procrastinate the conversation he was about to have had failed.  He genuinely didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster than it already was but he is quickly proven wrong once he makes it to the end of the hall and finds himself standing in front of their door.

             The first thing he notices once he steps inside is the sweet smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. The familiar scent is almost able to bring a smile to his somber looking face. Y/N always made the delicious treats when she had some spare time before he came home. She had once told him that it was an old family recipe and that her mother always made them for her when she was having a rough day as a kid. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears her footsteps coming down the hall to their bedroom.  He is barely able to set down his bag before she is pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re home! I missed you while you were gone babe!” She says with such relief in her voice that it almost breaks his heart.

             “Hi beautiful. I missed you too.” He replies as he slowly pulls back from her hug to look down at his sweet girlfriend. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging loose around her face and at the back of her neck and she is already in pajamas. A pair of fluffy polka-dot socks are on her feet. She looks adorable (like always). She gives him a warm smile, but it starts to fade when she notices the gloomy look on his face.

             “What’s wrong Eggy?”

             The old nickname still manages to make him smile. An old reminder of simpler times when they were first introduced and she had – much like many other people he had met – misheard his name. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking into the living room and sitting on their couch. He motions for her to come sit down next to him and takes one more deep breath before he finally begins to say what has been stuck in his mind since his mission ended.

             “I hate making you worry about me.” He’s barely started and the look on her face is already enough to make him want to shut up. The e/c eyed girl sitting next to him looks confused and worried, which makes what he is trying to do so much harder because this, this is exactly what he is trying to stop from happening again. The entire point of what he is saying, what he is doing was to stop himself from making her nervous anymore. He closes his eyes for a second and reminds himself of what has been going through his mind for hours, of all the times he came home and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Or of the texts he would get from her, late at night when he was away on a mission. The ones that said things like ‘I hope you’re getting some sleep baby, but I’m still up and I just wanted to check in. Love you.’ or ‘I know you can’t tell me about what’s going on with the mission, but please tell me that you’re doing ok at least.’.

             Eggsy reopens his eyes, but this time instead of looking at her, into her kind eyes, he looks away, towards the coffee table where he sees the plate of her freshly baked cookies and his body completely deflates.  His normally cocky demeanor has been replaced with one of hesitance and resignation. His shoulders are slumped and his jaw is clenched. “You shouldn’t have to spend so much time wondering if I’m gonna come home or not. You shouldn’t be stuck awake all night because you’re thinking about what kind of danger I might be in on my missions.” He glances at the floor next to the couch as he says this and notices JB sitting there with his head tilted to the side, just staring at him, as if he too was wondering what the fuck Eggsy was doing, “I mean fuck sweetheart, you are so incredible, way too good for me. You deserve somebody who can provide you with some sense of stability. Someone who you can count on to come home to you every night. I see how exhausted you are when I get home from a mission and just when you start to get rested again, I get called away. I can’t keep doing this to you.”

             Sometime around when he had said that she was too good for him the h/c haired girl had started slowly shaking her head, looking at him in what he could only describe as pure horror. Before he could continue talking she cut him off, “Eggsy stop! I don’t care about any of that stuff! I know you can’t tell me much about your missions, but I can tell enough to know that what you do is incredibly important. You go out there and you put yourself in danger to protect other people. I will never ever be angry at you for that, for how brave that makes you baby. I would choose you over some normal picket fence life any day. It’s not even a question.”

             For the first time in minutes Eggsy looks up at her, into her e/c eyes. He is no longer able to continue to try to stay strong and Y/N can see the tears in his green eyes. Letting out a deep breath he mumbles, barely loud enough to hear, “You deserve better.”

             At this the normally collected girl bolts out of her seat next to him and throws her hands in the air before crying out, “You know what! Maybe I do, but even if that is somehow true I don’t want better! I want you!” She takes a deep breath and lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees, “I don’t care what kind of baggage comes along with you. I will gladly put up with any of it if it means that I still get to be with you and cuddle with you and love you! I love you Eggsy and I can’t stand the idea of not being your girl anymore. So please, if you genuinely believe that I would in any way be better off without you then do whatever the hell you have to get that thought out of your head!”

               The boy on the couch stares down at her and lets out a sob before collapsing forward onto the floor next to her. He clumsily pulls her towards him and hides his face into the curve of her shoulder and she carefully maneuvers herself into his lap and wraps her arms around him and for the first time since he got home she is able to truly take him in. She notices the bruises running along his cheek bones and the one surrounding his left eye. She can only imagine the bruises that lay under his suit which is now getting wrinkled by their position. After a moment, she carefully pulls away from him and rubs her thumb over his split lip.

             “Now babe please, you’re hurt. Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

             He nods while staring into her eyes and allows then both to stand up. He sits down on the couch while she rubs her hand carefully over his face one more time before she walks into the kitchen and grabs a few ice packs as well as some pain meds and water. Once he has taken the pills she sends him to get changed into some comfier clothing and grabs them both a glass of milk before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. She puts on some random sitcom while she waits for him to come back and finally allows herself to process everything that has just happened.

             When Eggsy walks back into the room she is just staring at the coffee table, completely lost in her own thoughts and he has to call out her name to get the girl to look up at him. He had changed into an old sweater and some sweatpants. When she does finally look up at him, he looks concerned and she gives him a small smile to let him know that she is ok before moving over slightly so that he can sit down next to her. Once he is comfortable on the couch beside her, she hands him the ice packs and the milk before reaching forward and grabbing the plate of cookies. They each grab a few and he places his arm on the couch behind her head, allowing the girl to rest against his side. He smiles after he takes his first bite of cookie and kisses her on the forehead, quietly telling her how much he loves her and her cookies.

             “I’m glad,” she says before joking, “I make them with love.”

             He chuckles. They spend the next few hours on the couch and they eventually end up laying down, him behind her, stomach and chest pressed up against her back. As the night goes on and they both begin to get sleepier and sleepier he begins to rub his hand up and down her arm. Just as she begins to drift off she turns her head to look at him and says, quietly, “You are right about me being terrified to lose you during a mission, but what scares me even more is the idea that you might leave me voluntarily.”

             He presses a kiss to her nose and gently tells her, “Don’t worry love. I ain’t going anywhere. I promise.”

@kurtwxgners Thanks for letting me tag you and I hope that you like it!

Behave - Bruce Wayne x Amazon!Reader

Summary : You’re Diana Prince’s, aka Wonder Woman, little sister…And you’ve always been the rebel amongst the amazons, the black sheep. You left long ago, and got hitch with the famous Bruce Wayne, when a problem  brings you back to your home island of Themyscira.

Warning for language and mention of NSFW stuffs.

My masterlist blog :


-(Y/N), are you going to behave ? 

It’s always the same question. Over and over again. Yeah ok, true, you weren’t the calmest kid and your curiosity often lead to a lot of troubles but…Diana was kinda the same and no one ever told her to “behave”. 

Even now, as you were a grown ass woman, it was this good old question, that you just couldn’t stand anymore. It was moments like this, that made you glad you left all those years ago. 


Being Diana little sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy at all. When you were born, much in the same way than her, molded in clay and brought to life by Zeus, your big sister was already a hero. 

She was already adulated by all on Themyscira island. Everyone always told you : “You see Diana ? Be like Diana”…And in a sense, you became a bit like her. 

Only, when the other amazons told you to take Diana as an example, they were talking about how well she fought, about her principles and other things like that ! Not her…stubbornness and strong will. 

Ultimately, being strong willed was a good thing but…Well, the only thing you took after your sister is the way she has, sometimes, that “I do whatever I want” kind of persona. But maybe a bit to much to the extreme. 

Because as a child, Diana listened to your mother, your aunt (that you unfortunately never met but heard a lot about), and other amazons while you ? You, you had trouble with authorities. 

You couldn’t stand people ordering you around. You hated when someone said you couldn’t do something…But the worst was that their explanation as to why you had to do things they said were stupid. 

“Do as I said because I’m an adult and I know better”, who decided of that ? “Don’t do that, we’ll explain to you later why you can’t do it”, that was so dumb ! Instead of explaining to you why you couldn’t do things, they’d just expect you to follow their order and…well, that wasn’t your nature. 

Besides, it was almost unbearable to always be compared to Diana. To always hear that she was better than you because of this, or because of that…Fortunately, you didn’t grew to resent her, but you did start to resent your entire people. 

None of them understood you. Not even your mother. 

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here’s some not nasty f/f plots, because there’s absolutely no reason for f/f plots to be inherently gross

  • muse a is a hardass high school gym teacher who ends up falling for muse b: a pastel loving, pop song singing preschool teacher
  • a classic friends-to-lovers thing, where muse a and muse b were each other’s first everything: kiss, crush, prom date…..the possibilities are really endless
  • bonus: muse a and muse b can never really tell if they’re together or not, so they go on dates with other people but nothing feels the same as when they hold hands
  • muse a has always thought muse b, her older sibling’s best friend, was incredible, but never considered making a move until muse b had an argument with her best friend (muse a’s sibling) during a sleepover and knocked on muse a’s door in the middle of the night
  • female superhero/sidekick duo who kick ass during the day and end up in bed together every night
  • muse a and muse b are rival pop stars/actors/models and swear they hate each other’s guts, even if they’ve made out in dressing rooms and backstage once (or a few times, but who’s counting?)
  • muse a is the most self centered person that anyone has ever met, so why does she feel such an urge to give muse b the entire world?
  • muse a is a newbie actor, questioning her sexuality, who just got cast as muse b, an openly gay woman’s, love interest in the next big blockbuster
  • muse b’s family doesn’t approve of her career choice, so she moves in with muse a, her new girlfriend, who’s ready to do whatever it takes to help her achieve her goals
  • everyone keeps setting muse a up on blind dates, which doesn’t sit too well with muse b, her long time (secret) girlfriend

anyway, stop making f/f plots gross!!! wlw are people too and the fact that a lot of plots out there for f/f ships are based off inc*st is nasty and should not be happening!!!

White Rose Week Day 5--Proposal/Wedding

Weiss stood on in the clearing at the top of the cliff. She stared at the white stone in front of her, and she couldn’t shake the sense that the stone stared back at her; solid, impassive, waiting.

Summer Rose.

Thus I Kindly Scatter.

She began by clearing her throat and dipping into a low curtsey. “Er… Hello. Hello Mrs. Rose.” Was she doing this the correct way? Was there even a correct way to do this? Seeing as she had come all this way, she may as well forge ahead. “We’ve met before. I don’t know if you remember… I don’t even know if you’re listening, but Ruby brought me here to meet you a few years ago. Just after we started dating…” Weiss trailed off, a smile spreading over her face at the memory of Ruby nervously introducing her to her mother as the two of them stood hand in hand in this same spot.

Weiss shook her head, snapping herself back to the present. Focus. “Ruby isn’t here right now. I… I didn’t tell her I was coming here because there’s something I need to ask you about. Well, that is, I don’t expect an answer from you by any means, I just want you to know something.”

Deep breath. Say what you came to say. “I want to marry your daughter.” Weiss said. “I’ve picked out a ring and everything. It’s…” She fumbled through her bag until she found the small box she;d brought with her, pulling it out and holding it up in front of her.  “This is it. I was going to ask my mother for the Schnee family ring, but… Ruby isn’t a Schnee in all the best ways possible. So I got her something new. It’s simple. She likes things simple.” She flipped open the ring box, displaying the silver ring inlaid with a pattern of tiny rubies and diamonds. Though it was simple, it hadn’t been cheap by any means. Ruby was worth so much more than a cheap, poorly crafted ring.

Weiss sighed, slipping the ring back into her pocket. “What I wish I could have is your blessing. You meant– you mean so much to Ruby and I want you to want us to be together.” Ruby’s eyes always seemed to light up when she talked about Summer. Weiss wished she could have met the woman that had shaped Ruby so much. “I know you can’t give that to me… as I said I’m not even entirely sure you’re here. Maybe I’m just talking to a piece of stone on a cliff and you’re off somewhere else.” Weiss ran a hand through her hair, glancing around nervously. It was disconcerting talking to a person that wasn’t there.

Weiss shook off her discomfort and turned her attention back to the stone in front of her. “I hope you are listening though. I hope you know… I love your daughter more than anything in the world. I haven’t always been there for her, I know. And I regret that deeply. I hate that I wasn’t there when she needed me after the Fall. I know that whatever it was I did to deserve her, it wasn’t enough.” Her hands clenched into fists as that tiny sliver of doubt that was always there tried to work its way deeper.

But she’d been dealing with that doubt her whole life. When it pushed her, she pushed back.

“But I love her. I want to spend my life with her. A long time ago I swore to her that I would be the best teammate she ever had. Now I’m ready to stand up in front of the people I love and swear to be the best wife I can be to her.” And in saying those words Weiss could feel her confidence grow. She would marry Ruby and she would spend every day for the rest of her life doing her best to make her happy. She would fail sometimes, but she would also succeed.

Weiss had said all she needed to say. Before she left, she pulled a white rose she’d picked from her garden that morning, kneeling before Summer’s grave to set it on the ground as a parting gift. “I’ll take care of her,” she murmured. “I promise.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think each of the characters would be like as a s/o?

wow this turned out to be kinda long, sorry for the wait!

Some spoilers for Akechi’s!

Akira Kurusu

  • He’s the perfect boyfriend
  • Perfect
  • Well, not perfect
  • But the closest to perfect S/O will ever get
  • Very gentlemanly
  • Always pays, S/O will fight him to pay
  • But Akira shot a god in the face soo
  • Yeah, S/O lost
  • He makes sure she gets home safe, opens doors, pulls out chairs
  • Basically, it’s as if he jumped out of a fairytale
  • Or like, those couples in textbooks
  • He does have his worries though
  • He worries about you getting backlash for dating a criminal
  • And then he worries about backlash for dating a phantom thief
  • He worries that you’ll find someone else, someone who you don’t have to deal with his baggage
  • You have to convince him you’ll love him regardless of who he is or what he’s done.
  • He also worries that you’ll doubt him
  • Constantly looks out for you, he fears that someone will try to force themselves onto you, he wants to be there to protect you if need be.
  • He worries even more if you’re also a persona user.
  • When you guys are in palaces and mementos he always looks out for you and makes sure you don’t get hurt
  • He’d jump in front of you to take the blow if he had the chance
  • He tries not to have you in the front fight so that you won’t get hurt, but if you insist he’ll bring you along to fight

Ryuji Sakamoto

  • He’d be a very sporty significant other
  • Dates would include exercise
  • Sorry if you’re a lazy potato like me
  • Ryuji enjoys taking his s/o out for food
  • He’d be very sweet and super awkward at the same time
  • Not knowing what to say at ties, blurting out random things that could potentially be hurtful
  • But he makes up for it
  • Brings you on training dates
  • A very honest lover, he says the truth
  • He’d worry that you only stay with him because you pity him
  • He thinks he’s worthless, it’s your job to convince him otherwise
  • You’re gonna have to be the one to tell him to stop training, lest he further damage his leg
  • He gets jealous super easily, so you need to tell him you love him and only him
  • He gets afraid when you spend time with other guys, too
  • Worries that you think that they’re better than him, and he tries to be cooler than them, stronger, more handsome
  • Practically showers you in love, so don’t even think about leaving him
  • Of course, when you talk to him all his worries will disappear
  • He enjoys hugs more than kisses

Ann Takamaki

  • Very kind lover
  • Also likes taking you out for food, but it’s mostly sweets
  • If you have a sweet tooth, you’d probably get along with Ann
  • She lies as to not hurt your feelings, but if it was important or holding back the truth might hurt you in some way, she’ll speak her mind
  • She’s super faithful, she wouldn’t so much as look at another person the same way as she does you
  • Doesn’t really bring up past relationships, she feels as though it doesn’t matter because now she has you and loves you with all her heart
  • She strives to be the best girlfriend she can!
  • She wants to feel like she deserves you, and she constantly worries about you leaving her for someone else
  • She wouldn’t voice this though, you need to figure it out yourself
  • Insecurities have crossed her mind, like “They only want me because I’m a model.”
  • They leave her mind when quickly when she sees you though
  • When you talk to her, she feels like she can do anything!
  • If you’re a fellow phantom thief she always worries that you’ll get hurt
  • She wants to be sure that you won’t be injured
  • If she has healing items she uses them on you
  • Morgana is hella jealous of you
  • He probably end s up ignoring you for a few days
  • Akira scold Morgana for that though, so he ended up getting over it once you bought hi sushi
  • Ann wants to feel like she deserves you, so she works really hard with her modeling, trying to slim down until you tell her that the amount of exercise and meals she’s skipping is unhealthy.
  • You have to help her along, make her feel like she deserves you
  • She brings you to visit Shiho often
  • Shiho warned that if you break her heart she’ll kill you
  • Or if you hurt her in any way, shape or form

Yusuke Kitagawa

  • Very artsy lover
  • Very creative
  • You are the only reason he saves up money
  • He wants to treat you to nice things
  • Often puts your well-being above his own
  • You have to constantly remind him that you didn’t sign up for money, you love him for him; and that you want to treat him to nice things too.
  • He gifts you things like drawings, and paintings of things you like
  • He often paints and draws you, but fears it might be creepy if you were to see them, so he doesn’t show you.
  • He’s insecure about the fact he’s considered weird, and worries that you may think of him as weird too.
  • He really wants you to think of him as strong, cool and charming, not some art nerd
  • He wants to ask the rest of the Phantom thieves for help, but he thinks that they won’t take him seriously.
  • He worries that being an art student, he will have no future, and that he won’t be able to support or provide for you in times of need
  • He also worries that you’ll leave him, not wanting to deal with an eccentric broke, art student
  • You’d never do that, and he loves you so much, he’d never be able to explain it
  • He tries to put it on paper, or a canvas
  • He craves the attention you give him, and the praise of his art work
  • Because if you think it’s great, he’s accomplished what he’s wanted to do
  • You need to remind him to eat, and sleep
  • You try to take him outside when he’d having an art block or when he’s in a slump, so he’ll be happy again
  • Whenever you’re around he feels like he could really get his art out there.
  • He only hopes you’ll accompany him on his journey

Makoto Nijima

  • She looks out for you in a motherly way, but tries to make sure you see her as your girlfriend and not just the mom friend
  • She’s afraid of getting in your way somehow, and possibly hurting you in that regard
  • She wants to make sure you’re well provided and cared for
  • She’d break a million laws for you
  • She’s afraid of you getting stuck in the entire phantom thief business
  • Feels like you’ll leave her for someone more fun, and not as uptight
  • She tries her best to make time for you, being both a phantom thief and the student council president
  • She doesn’t want to seem suspicious, or have it look like she’s being unfaithful, since she hangs around the rest of the phantom thieves quite often.
  • She always makes sure that you don’t skip meals and that you get lots of rest
  • Also helps you study and helps you do anything you need help with
  • You’ll have to tell her of you want to figure it out yourself, since she’s so eager to help
  • But because she’s so eager it’s hard to turn her down
  • Expect many study dates and dates that are in the library
  • She wants you to expect only the best from her, and often it leads to her becoming sick, and weak because she’s skipped so many meals, and went through so many all nighters, only running on coffee
  • You’ll need to make sure she’s taking care of herself, texts reminding her to sleep, texts reminding her to eat, to not drink too much coffee
  • Is always really excited to hang out with you and go on dates, it’s really cute!
  • She worries that when she’s in the metaverse, you’ll need her for something, and that she won’t be there
  • Terrified of Sae learning that she’s dating someone
  • Sae’s usually not home so she won’t know when Makoto is out with her S/O
  • If you’re a phantom thief she demands that you not get hurt, and that you always have healing items on you

Futaba Sakura

  • She’s quite shy when it comes to you
  • You and Akira are her key items
  • If anyone disrespects you, she’ll hack them and threaten them
  • Not that she’ll tell you that though
  • She wants to go out on dates with you, but she’s always really afraid of going outside so either you yourself or Akira have to escort her to the location
  • She feels like she’s just dragging you down, but thinks that she’s being selfish as to not leave you
  • She loves you with all her heart but she thinks that you deserve someone else
  • Someone who isn’t a shut in, who was a better body, who’s more serious and knows when to not make jokes.
  • She wants you to know how special you are, but can’t put it into words
  • She feels blessed by your presence and hates that she can’t feel as confident as you look
  • She thinks that you’re the most beautiful/handsome person in the entire world! No one could ever amount to you, even if they tried
  • She wants you to find someone more deserving of her love, no matter how much she loves you she feels as though it will never be enough
  • Expect dates indoors too
  • Video game dates
  • If you’re a phantom thief, she always makes sure that you have all your health and Sp.
  • She just wants the best for you, even if she can’t have the same
  • You’ll have to convince her how amazing she is and how you love her regardless of anything she’s done, and that you don’t care that she’s had a palace

Haru okumura

  • Expect dates in the forms of gardening
  • She likes to go to nice cafes
  • She will always pay even if you try to fight
  • Please punch Sugimura in the face.
  • P l e a s e
  • She worries that you’ll tire of her and having to always watch your backs because of Sugimura
  • Also, since her dad had just died and she joined the Phantom thieves she worries about not having enough time to spend with you
  • You’ve tried to convince her father to let her marry you, as that’s what the both of you wanted, but sadly, you had no political influence, so you were refused
  • Haru was very touched you tried, at least
  • She thinks that she needs to act very lady-like in order for you to enjoy her company, but that’s not true at all
  • Convince her that you want her for her and nothing else
  • She wants you to be happy, and worries that you won’t be happy with her, but can’t work up the courage to tell you, so she just keeps it inside
  • Honestly, Haru can’t say no to anyone or anything
  • She can, but it’s incredibly hard so you should be there to help her through whatever is happening lest she be dragged into something she didn’t even want part in.

Goro Akechi

  • Goro would also be very gentlemanly, Trying to pay for everything
  • Very proper
  • He fears showing you who he actually is, and what he’s been doing.
  • He would never tell you what he;s been doing in the metaverse, knowing that you might leave him.
  • He also won’t tell you about Shido, thinking that you might leave him for being an orphan whose mother killed herself and a father who left before he was born
  • He wants to tell you but he just can’t bring himself to
  • He bottles up all his emotions until he can’t anymore
  • You two often fight about various things, and every time you do, he fears that you’ll walk right out of that door and never come back, but you always do come back
  • He can’t comprehend why you stay with him, if it was for his popularity, that went down the drain, so if you stayed with him, what could you have wanted?
  • He fears you’ll leave him for another person, so whenever he hears of someone else liking you he eliminates them.
  • He knew it was a terrible thing to do, even if you never knew them
  • You could not know what he was up to.
  • If you were in the Phantom thieves, he would be a little relieved
  • You had some great people who could care for you in ways he couldn’t
  • On the other hand, he was about to kill your leader, and you would most definitely know who he truly was
  • He was afraid of what you would think of him, but at that point he really didn’t have much of a choice
  • During the fight in Shido’s palace, he wouldn’t attack you, and you just supported the rest of your team
  • You didn’t want to fight him, but you were on opposing teams
  • When he sacrificed himself, you nearly fainted, but you had a job to finish
  • Even when he showed his true colors, you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate him
  • When the phantom thieves found out that Goro was the traitor, they were beside themselves trying to figure out if you were a traitor too, so they kept you in the dark for the most part
  • They probably shouldn’t have done that, as the surprise was almost too much for you.
  • But in the end, you still did love Goro, despite all the terrible things he had done.
better late than never ❣ scott mccall

summary : action has been rather slow in good ol’ beacon hills lately, so the mccall pack takes it upon themselves to stir up some excitement with a lovely albeit somewhat childish game of truth or dare. ( based off this )

word count : 2.2k ( way longer than usual oh my god )

   Lydia Martin was on a mission. A mission, that is, to not only drum up some fun in the town that’s behavior was, strangely enough, completely mundane for once, but to do so by getting two of her best friends together. As a couple, of course. Y/N Y/L/N and Scott McCall were ridiculously perfect for each other in every conceivable way. They were practically together already, but neither of them wanted to be the first to say that they were in love. Scott’s had two relationships end in flames already, and Y/N’s last boyfriend was in freshman year and had ended so awfully she had sworn off men for the rest of her life and vowed to become a nun when the time was right. 

    Of course, then she met Scott, and everything changed. Who wants to be a nun when you can be with Scott McCall? 

   But the fact that Y/N and Scott hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet irked Lydia to no end. She heard Scott absolutely gushing about the other girl to Stiles and Liam on a daily basis, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips when she walked past him with a shy smile on her face when she waved. He’d turn to his friends right after she was out of earshot, his face flushed with happiness from a gesture as simple as a smile and wave, and say, “Oh God, isn’t she just… like, wow?” And then he’d shake his head with that same wistful grin, thinking about all the ways he’d show his affection toward her if only he could work up the courage to tell her. 

    Of course, everyone had tried to get him to do so already. “You’ve defeated like, eighty million villains, Scotty, and you can’t tell one harmless girl that you’re in love with her? She’s not even scary. She’s adorable.” To which Scott would reply, “She is, isn’t she?” And move along with his day. 

    The girls had tried to convince Y/N to tell Scott about her feelings once they realized Scott himself wasn’t going to budge. “Aw, guys, I just can’t. He’s so Scott. He’s so cute and he’s sweet and he’s funny and I don’t wanna fuck it up like I know I will so I’ll just love him from afar and be happy with it.” This comment earned a copious amount of groans and complaints that Y/N tuned out by daydreaming about what would happen if she was actually able to work up enough courage to tell Scott that she kind of, sort of, pretty much loved him. That was all they were though, simple daydreams. Until Lydia set her well thought out, expertly crafted, born from the mind of a genius -direct quote from Lydia- plan in motion. 

   It was a simple plan, really. She had issued out a mass text to everyone, including Y/N and Scott, that she was having a mandatory pack sleepover (she had previously called it a slumber party but Stiles and Liam had been adamantly against the usage of the term because they were convinced that they were too manly to use such words) and everyone was invited because as per usual, her mother wouldn’t be around this weekend. Then, she began a separate text thread with everyone excluding Scott and Y/N, explaining the rest of the plan to the pack to ensure that no one would mess it up. 

   The night of the sleepover, Y/N and Scott showed up at the exact same time. She was struggling to pick up her duffle bag that was clearly overpacked and carry it up Lydia’s extensive front staircase. Scott, being both smitten with the girl and a gentleman regardless, jogged quickly over to her. 

   “Hi,” he said, a sweet smile passing over his face as he took the bag from her arms. “Let me get that for ya. How are you, Y/N?” Most of the time, when someone asks such a question, they aren’t looking for a genuine answer. They don’t really care how you are, or what you say in response to their query. When she looked at Scott, however, she could tell that he genuinely wanted to know and cared about how she was doing. 

    “I’m good, Scotty,” She replied cheerfully, returning the smile. “And how is my favorite true alpha doing on this lovely night?” With a slight roll of his eyes, not out of annoyance, Scott said, “I’m the only true alpha that we know of.” 

    She shrugged, poking him in the side. “But you’d be my favorite even if I knew, like, ten true alphas.” Surprised at herself for even saying something she considered as bold as that, she slipped back into her introverted shell and fell silent once again. Sensing that Y/N no longer wanted to talk to him and trying not to appear as disappointed as he felt, Scott quietly walked into the house, Y/N trailing behind, with her bag still slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground next to the others’, and she thanked him in a soft, almost inaudible voice. Then, she hurried off to find the girls. 

   Scott ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think. He went into the kitchen, greeted by Stiles and Liam. “So,” Stiles said the moment Scott made his entrance, “I saw you and our dear Y/N come in together,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you finally grown a pair and admitted your stupidly adorable crush to her, or did you back out yet again?” 

   Not bothering to argue, Scott shook his head. “I’m not even sure if she likes me, man. I mean, I think she does, everyone says she does, but the way she acts doesn’t make it seem like she does, you know?” 

   Stiles glanced up to the ceiling with a deep groan, looking to Liam. “They never learn, do they? Scott, even baby wolf over here understands girls better than you do sometimes.” Before Liam could defend himself, Stiles placed a hand over his mouth. “Not now. Adults talking. Anyway, Y/N’s insanely shy, Scotty. You should get this by now. She’s never gonna tell you first because of the anxiety thing she’s got going on. You make her nervous. She likes you, and trust me, you’ll be together before the night is over, all right?” 

   Confused for the second time that night, Scott asked, “What? How do you know that?” Opting not to answer, the other two boys simply patted Scott on the shoulder with supportive grins and made their way to the living room. He followed them into the room, brows furrowed. He tried to sit next to Stiles on the couch, but his best friend practically shoved Scott across the living room to the other couch, where no one was sitting. The entire pack, save for Y/N and Lydia, were situated around one couch. The other two girls were up in Lydia’s room. 

    “Lydiaaaa,” Y/N was whining. “You totally did this on purpose. You’re trying to set Scott and I up and it’s weird, Lydia. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s gonna hate me.” 

    With a scoff, Lydia pushed past Y/N, forcing her to follow. “Puh-lease. Scott could never hate you even if he tried, even if you were his worst enemy in the world. He’s head over heels in love with you. And I’m not trying to set you guys up,” she added as an innocent afterthought. “You guys are soulmates, so everything will work itself out regardless of whether or not I extend a little bit of a helping hand.” 

    Rushing after the strawberry blonde, Y/N asked, “But… doesn’t that mean you are trying to set us up?” She received no reply as she marched into the living room after Lydia, noting with annoyance that of course the only seat available was squished next to Scott on the tiny love seat across from everyone else. Hesitantly, Y/N sat down beside him, aware that her heartbeat was terribly loud and that every were-thing in the room could hear it as well. 

   And boy- did he hear it. Her heartbeat was practically deafening with her being so close to him, and her scent betrayed all other emotion. She was terribly nervous. Scott, not wanting to embarrass her or bring it up in front of everyone else, subtly moved his hand over hers so that their fingers were interlocked, and he squeezed lightly. Alarmed but pleased all the same, she reached over and grasped his hand for a split second. She smiled shyly down at her lap, knowing he was looking at her but too afraid to look back. 

    Clearing her throat, Lydia stood up. “Hm, I’m not really feeling a movie right now, what about you guys?” As if reading from some sort of script, the members of the pack that were situated on the other side of the room shook their heads in unison. 

    “Maybe later,” Stiles suggested. 

    “We could always do something else,” Malia agreed quickly, trying to casually glance at Lydia to make sure what she said had been correct. Lydia gave a not so subtle nod of her head before switching topics. “How about we play truth or dare? It’s classic,” she said, glaring at Y/N before she could protest, which Lydia knew she was bound to do. 

     “Aw, Lyds, we’re not in seventh grade anymore,” Y/N said defiantly. 

     Scott, eager to make Y/N like him even more, agreed quickly. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a little childish.” 

     “Whatever,” Lydia dismissed. “It’s four against two, and majority rules. And Y/N,” Lydia began, with a devilish grin on her face, “since you were so eager to disagree, you can go first. Truth or dare, best friend of mine?” 

    Y/N bit her lip, mulling it over in her head. See, if she picked truth, she knew Lydia would force her to tell Scott about her not so casual crush on him. But Y/N always picked truth. It was her thing. She preferred the safe choice. This time, truth was the risky choice. She couldn’t figure out what Lydia would do if she picked dare, so before the time was up, Y/N said, with a slight confidence boost from the encouraging nod Scott gave her just then, “I’ll go with dare.” 

    “Oh, perfect.” Lydia turned toward Stiles, whispering something in his ear. Stiles let out a laugh, grinning like a maniac. “Y/N, don’t hate me but… we dare you to kiss Scott.” Feeling like she was in seventh grade again and being dared to kiss her crush at the time, an unwitting and painfully shy Isaac Lahey, Y/N felt her face heat up and her chest constrict. 

    Scott, now blushing himself and feeling more nervous than he had in a long time, turned to her and said quietly, “Hey, you know you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, said a quick little thank you, and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft cheek. 

    The grin that Scott wore on his face the moment her lips made contact with his cheek was enough to melt her heart and seize it all at once. Now, with newfound confidence and loving her personality and shyness and loveliness more than he already had when he arrived at Lydia’s house, Scott placed a hand on her face. His finger tilted her gaze toward him, and he licked his lips nervously.  

   “C’mon, Y/N,” he murmured. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what was going to happen next as he leaned a little more. “We both know that..” he licked his lips again, his other hand on her face now, “that’s not what she meant.” He pressed his mouth against her own, never letting his hands stray from her beautiful face. If he could stay in this exact position forever, he would choose to do so in a heartbeat, maybe even less than that. They pulled back from each other, but just barely. His lips were still brushing over hers, the tips of their noses touching as they could do nothing but stare at the other with an expression that was mixed with awe and surprise. 

    Neither of them had expected that to happen tonight. With a shaky breath, Scott moved his hands away so he could grasp both of hers. Y/N had the most lovestruck look in her eyes, Scott was practically blown away. Forgetting that they had a very attentive audience gazing at them from across the room, Scott said to Y/N, “Um, well, if it isn’t obvious yet, I’m, um, kind of completely in love with you. And I have been for awhile. I should’ve said something sooner but…” 

    Y/N grabbed him and kissed him first this time, short and sweet. “Better late than never?” She proposed. And he nodded gratefully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him, engulfing her body in his. He just felt the desperate, needy desire to hold her for all of eternity, or something like that. Stiles and Liam dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes, loudly joking about how they grow up so fast and soon enough they’ll be off getting married and having babies and the like. Neither Y/N nor Scott minded. They were simply happy to be in each other’s arms after all the months of waiting and dreaming for a moment such as this, and Lydia, ever the supportive best friend, made sure to snap about eighty-seven million pictures of Y/N and Scott when they dozed off on the couch together, her cheek pressed against his chest, curled up in the safe space that was Scott McCall’s comforting, loving arms. 

Sundays with Spideypool #10


For @bi-llytheplatypus who requested Deadpool comforting lonely Peter.

(This takes place after The Amazing Spiderman Two– lets assume Gwen didn’t actually die and that she got on the plane and left for Oxford)


Peter didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the rooftop staring out into the distance, but it was getting cold and he should probably be on patrol, or at the very least inside where he wouldn’t die of hypothermia.

But he couldn’t seem to make himself move, even hours after the plane had taken off from the airport and set off for England, carrying the girl he loved and quite possibly his entire world away from him towards a better life.

A better life that didn’t involve Spiderman.

Peter couldn’t blame her. Wanted to hate her but definitely couldn’t do that. Wanted to scream out loud at how awful it all was, wanted to tear buildings down in his grief, wanting to wrap his arms around her and beg her to stay, but he had already told her to go.

So here he sat. Freezing and alone and too numb clear to his soul to care about it.

“Kid, what the fuck are you doing out here?”  A deep voice, familiar and not in an all together unwelcome way, and Deadpool plopped down next to him. “It’s like three am, do your parents know where you are?”

Peter smiled a little, because he had forgotten he wasn’t wearing his suit, and all Wade saw was some college kid way too high on a building at a sketchy time of night wearing a t shirt and staring at the airport.

“Hey, Pool.” Peter kept his voice quiet, but let it stay at it’s usual pitch, not lowering it like he did when he was behind the mask. “Shouldn’t you be out fighting with Spider-man or something?”

“Spandex-man can wait. Seriously what are you doing out here so late? This isn’t safe.” Deadpool shook his head. “This might be terrible for my reputation as a total bad ass, but let me walk you home cuz a pretty thing like you is gonna get mugged or kidnapped or just fall right the fuck off this building and die which would be a damn shame. Honestly kid, what are you doing up here?”

“My girlfriend just left. Her name is Gwen and she left me and I– I don’t know what to do.” Peter whispered, and he hated so much that tears came to his eyes, but it was all still so raw and at least when he was Spidey, Deadpool was one of his closest friends and having him so close was wreaking havoc on his emotional stability. “She just got on a plane and left and needed a life without me and I didn’t want to stop her. Well I did, but I couldn’t. She deserves more than what I can give her and now she’s gone and–” tears for real then, and Peter drew his knees up to his chest and dropped his head into them to try and hide.

“Hey. Hey come on.” Wade slung a big arm around his shoulders and tugged him close. “Don’t be freaked out, I’m just trying to be nice. Come here.”

Peter probably should have pulled away, because that’s what a normal kid would have done if a mercenary with katanas strapped to his back and a mask on tried to hold him– but Peter wasn’t a normal kid, and Wade had held Spidey more than once and stitched him back together, so this wasn’t all that different, was it?

So he leaned into Wade’s chest and wrapped his arms around his waist and cried until he just couldn’t anymore, and Wade held him the entire time, petting at his hair and cuddling him closer and closer until Peter was practically sitting on his lap but neither one of them made any effort to move away, so Peter just cried some more.

“Look, I’m real sorry about your girl.” Wade finally said when Peter’s sobs had turned into hiccups. “But you’re young, you know? And obviously you know it’s for the best that she leaves, which tells me that you honestly love her, because that’s what it’s about, you know? Making sure that she has what she wants, and the things that will make her life better, and if you don’t make her life better then—-” a shrug, and Peter nodded in agreement.

“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Don’t mean that you aren’t thinking about throwing yourself off this building cuz sometimes when it hurts this much that seems like the only way out, but it’s not. I promise. You gotta stand up and keep right on going, and I’m not saying it’s gonna stop hurting because let me tell ya, when my girl left me I thought I wouldn’t get past it, and it didn’t seem like life was even worth it, but it was and eventually I could see that.”

“I still sorta startle when I see someone who looks like her, or I hear a song and am a goddamn mess, and some days I want to stay home and eat all my sad away, so that’s what I do. No one says you gotta cope all at once, but you do have to cope. Alright?”

“Yeah.” Peter scrubbed at his face and leaned away. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“And baby boy.” Peter’s eyes widened at the nickname, and widened even more when Wade reached out and cupped his jaw. “Next time you need to just fucking cry because life sucks, why don’t you just call me and I’ll come over? You don’t gotta make me hunt all over the goddamn city for you huh?”

“What– you know it–”

“You called me Pool.” Wade tucked him close again. “And the only person in the world who does that wears Spandex and flings webs. Also you came right to me when I grabbed you and who does that? Honestly Spidey? What college kid trusts a man in a mask to hold him on a rooftop. You could at least try to act like you don’t know me.”

“Oh.” Peter probably should have been upset but he wasn’t, he just burrowed closer. “I left snot on your suit.”

“You’re disgusting.” Wade said calmly, running a hand down his back. “I’m real sorry about Gwen, Spidey. I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, but it does make sense now why you have turned down all my attempts to get at that booty.”

“Wade.” Peter complained but he grinned and Wade hugged him briefly before standing to his feet and dumping Peter off his lap unceremoniously.

“Now. You still got a city to save, right? Spandex up and let’s get going. I’m not saying you have to cope with all this right now, but we’ve had a nice girly moment and now you need to remember that the world is still turning.”

“Thanks Wade.” Peter nodded. “I um– thank you.”

“I got your back, Spidey.” Wade winked– or his mask did, which would never cease to creep Peter out– and turned around, hiding his face. “I won’t look. Strip down and suit up and lets go.”  

Peter hugged Wade one more time after he had his mask on, and Wade held him tight for just a minute before shoving him away, muttering something about his reputation and chick flick moments and ridiculous children wearing masks and how far the airport was from his house. ‘

Peter sent one last look at the airport, and headed out on patrol.

The world was going to keep turning. 


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Left at the altar but never unloved

I know you might hate me for this if you are still around, but I’m going to change your prompt a little and only write for Saeran and make it a ficlet instead. I think the whole prompt just fits him the best with the flowers – since he knows the language – the silent pining for MC and the revenge!

I really hope you still enjoy it, even if it’s just Saeran :3

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: A tiny bit of smut at the end but not really
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Saeran
Word count: 2225

Falling in love had never been something Saeran had considered for himself. In fact, his entire life had been a row of events proving him over and over that he was entirely undeserving of it. Not just being loved, he’d never known what that even felt like, but the notion of falling in love.

Falling in love was something for good and pure people to experience. He was neither. Tainted by his dark past and filled with rage and hate for the world and himself, Saeran didn’t dare hope that he’d ever get to experience such a feeling.

When the pain of loneliness threatened to crush him, he convinced himself that he loved Rika. The symptoms were there – at least from what he read in books – and when he was with her, he didn’t feel like he was drowning within himself. Of course he loved her. Or so he thought.

The moment you stepped into his life, Saeran realized just how wrong he’d been in that assumption. It had taken him years to so much as warm up to Rika and yet all it took you was your sweet, sincere smile and those heartfelt words he felt burn into his chest.

Loving you made him forget what it felt like to hate himself. It made his steps a little lighter and his laughter a little brighter. The center of his entire world shifted onto you and he would have done anything, anything at all, to be make you happy.

That is how Saeran learned the difference between devotion and love. He would have followed Rika’s last command, going as far as to read it from her lips. He would have died for her without thinking twice about it. For you he wanted to live.

What Saeran hadn’t anticipated, however, was just how all consuming love could turn out to be. All his life he’d mocked V for his blind devotion to Rika, his pathetic attempts to return to her when she’d shunned him in every way humanly imaginable.

It wasn’t until you announced your engagement to another man that he grew to respect V. It felt like his entire world had shattered to pieces, all purpose ripped from him. How V had managed to survive that feeling remained a mystery to Saeran.

It was nothing short of a miracle that he was capable of doing the same. Dreaming about seeing you in a wedding dress, overjoyed to begin a new chapter of your life – even if it was with a man other than him – was his saving grace as much as it was his downfall.

The year leading up to the wedding passed by in a blur. While Saeran was present for most of the important decisions and planning none of them really registered in his mind, not with him around. It felt too much like one of his nightmares he was still waiting to wake from.

The worst part was, he hated no one more than himself. Not even the groom to be. He was charming, handsome and well off. The man could offer you all those things Saeran couldn’t. He’d never been good enough for and it was his own fault for allowing hope to bubble within him.

It wasn’t until he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time, mere hours before the ceremony, that reality sunk in and Saeran felt like he was drowning once more. You were the most beautiful creature he’d even laid his eyes upon and he was giving you away to another man.

Saeran had never wanted to die as much as he’d wished for it in that moment. Until you turned to him, cheeks heated and lip worried between your teeth, shyly asking him whether you looked good or not. Despite how nervous you must have felt you were radiating joy.

The murmured of the guests waiting for the wedding to begin could be heard. You rested your delicate hand on Saeran’s arm, ready to walk down that aisle and marry the man you thought to be the love of your life. For a few short moments, all was good. 

All was good…until Zen came rushing in surprising the both of you. Saeran noticed the strange look in his eyes long before he was the flowers and that disgusting note he would have loved to have burned to ashes right then and there. 

Saeran had always thought he’d experienced all the pain there was to experience in the world. He’d felt it all, had his entire world shattered and every hope destroyed. He was wrong. Seeing your world shattered hurt a million times more.

Your fiancé had decided to leave you and on your wedding day at that. He’d send a bouquet of black roses and short, painful note explaining that he’d run away with another woman. Saeran promised himself that he’d make the dramatic asshole pay.

The events that followed once again turned into a blur, but for entirely different reasons. Saeran made sure that everything happened fast, trying not to draw it out and thereby minimize your pain. Well, minimize it as much as he could in the face of such tragedy.

He told Zen to inform the RFA. Jumin informed the guests and Jaehee escorted them out. Yoosung, Saeyoung and V cleaned everything up and Saeran somehow managed to get you home safely, staying by your side throughout the entire night.

The worst part was how little you cried. It would have killed him to see you cry but he would have gladly comforted you for however long it took you to smile again. You holding back and feeling numb was something he wasn’t equipped for.

You changed after that day. Your steps became heavier and your smiles dimmed. It was like someone had turned out the bright light that had shone within you. Saeran didn’t know how to turn it back on, but he knew how to make that person pay. 

And making him pay Saeran did…in every way non-physical and provable. Technically he could have tortured the asshole, he still had all the means to it, but Saeran knew that deep in your heart you still cared for the man and wouldn’t appreciate it.

Instead he opted for ruining his business by leaking the right information to the right people. Saeran also seduced the little wench the man had taken off with, effectively taking her from him as well and then made sure that his fortune was given to less fortunate people.

He took everything from the man and it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Not when you hadn’t logged into the messenger in a month. Not when you barely ate anymore. Not when your smile didn’t reach your eyes anymore. Not when you were still so broken…

He realized, that revenge wasn’t the answer. Not for you, at least. You weren’t Rika. You were good and pure and deserved all the love in the world to make up for everything that scumbag had taken from you. Saeran understood then, that it was time to return the favour.

He visited you every day from that moment on. He made sure that you ate at least two full meals, three if he managed to convince you. He sat beside you as you stared at the wall for hours, expression blank. He hugged you tight when you started to cry eventually.

He brushed your hair when you couldn’t motivate yourself. He helped you clean when you finally suggested it to him. He tugged you in every night and woke you up when the nightmares came. He became the anchor you’d once been to him.

A couple of weeks passed like that and step by step you started to open up again like a flower after a storm. Your nightmares ebbed away and the tears didn’t last anymore. You started to sing in the shower again and eat three meals you made yourself.

Saeran felt so happy his chest could have burst. Seeing you laugh at a joke he’d made after such a long time of sorrow would be a memory he would cherish for the rest of his mortal life and maybe even beyond. Making you happy was truly his calling.

However with joy often came sadness and while Saeran knew such thoughts were selfish, he was disappointed to note that you no longer needed his help. You were finally strong enough again to stand by yourself and he would only be dragging you down.

What he didn’t expect was to find you standing in front of his door a week later, wet to the bone from the horrible rain. You were shaking, skin almost sickly pale. He instantly rushed you in and wrapped a thick blanket around you before getting a towel to dry your hair himself.

You sat there silently, eyes wide as you looked at him as if you were seeing him for the very first time. It was a strange feeling, being stared at like that. Saeran’s hands slowed before coming to a stop still resting on each side of your head with the towel hanging down your face.

“It’s you”, you whispered, slowly reaching out. You carefully cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the soft skin of Saeran’s cheek. You watched in awe as his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your touch like he was starving for it. It broke your heart.

“The entire time you were right before my eyes and yet I didn’t see you at all”, you continued. “I’m so sorry, Saeran. So, so sorry.” His eyes flew open, surprise written all over his face. He shook his head, turning it so he could press a kiss to your head.

“No, it’s my fault”, he replied, instantly continuing when he saw you were about to protest. “I loved you from the moment you smiled at me for the first time but I was too scared and broken to tell you as much. Well now you’ve fixed me and I am no longer scared.”

Your eyes locked for a long moment, searching for a reason to stop. When neither of you found one Saeran finally closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips met in an agonizingly slow kiss, the sweetest torture Saeran had ever experienced.

Both of you were tentative, slowly allowing yourself to explore each others mouths. You could feel Saeran’s tongue trace your lips and you gladly parted them, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He happily obliged, claiming your mouth in the most gentle of manners.

You could tell he was holding back, almost as if he was scared you would push him away. You did quite the opposite, burying your hands in his hand as you climbed into his lap. You’d doubted many things in your life but not this. Never this.

The two of you kissed for a long time, bodies grinding against one another as arousal began to rise within you. You could feel the beginning of an erection poking against your long wet sex, a low moan falling from your lips only to be swallowed by his.

He stopped the kiss then, only for the briefest of moment, before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom. There he put you down on the bed, spreading you out like a piece of art. He hovered over you, devouring you with his hungry eyes.

Never had a man aroused you as much simply by looking at you. Luckily, Saeran wasn’t done. Instead he undressed you, taking his time and admiring every bare inch of you that was revealing to him. He did not take as much time shedding his own clothes.

That night, Saeran took you apart. With his eyes. With his words. With his mouth and his body. He claimed you as his, whispering all the things into your ear he’d never dared to say before. He took you apart, worshipping every inch of you until both of you found your final release.

Hours later he was lying awake as he watched you sleep peacefully, Saeran was utterly blissful. He didn’t want to sleep, no matter how sated his body and heavy his lids might have been for reality had finally turned out to be better than even his wildest dreams.

It was during those tranquil hours of the night that Saeran realized another thing about love: It is dangerous. It makes you vulnerable. It opens your heart and your chest, allowing someone to march in and mess you up. 

But if the person is right, the reward will be worth all the pain you might have endured beforehand. For every time you felt like you were drowning you will feel like you are soaring. If the person is right, you’ll learn what it truly feels like to love and live.

the funniest and also most fascinating thing about cu and medb is that cu does not hate medb. he doesn’t exactly like her but despite the shit she put him through both directly and indirectly he doesn’t hate her, because thanks to his weird sense of morality things like “invaded your country for the pettiest reason possible" and “responsible for the deaths of a very large amount of your friends and countrymen” just aren’t a reason to hate someone as far as he’s concerned.

and this pisses medb off so fucking much.

if there’s anything that pisses medb the fuck off it’s people being neutral towards her. 

if someone loves her she can use that to control them. if someone hates her she can also use that to control them. what the hell is she gonna do with someone who just doesn’t care about her? how do you control someone who doesn’t even pay attention to you?

being loved is ideal. being hated is acceptable. being ignored, however, is unforgivable.

now, if it was just a random citizen she could have let it pass, but she waged war against this man for months. she actively tried to have him killed more times than anyone can count. and yet, when they met face to face as enemies, her on her knees in the mud with nothing to defend herself with, he didn’t kill her. he just let her go.

he didn’t want her dead, and he didn’t want her, and it was the worst thing that ever happened to her.

so, she gets obsessed with this guy. she becomes determined to get him to love her, or at the very least get him to hate her. she ruins his god damn life. she pumps him full of grail mud and makes him hate himself more than anything in this world and reduces the man who singlehandedly fought back her entire armies for months on end to someone who does whatever she wants whenever she wants it. it’s both a plot to get him to fall in love by making him completely emotionally dependent on her, and a punishment for not loving her sooner.

but he still doesn’t love her.

this she could potentially live with.

he also still doesn’t hate her.

this is unacceptable. 

it is so unacceptable that it doesn’t even register with her that he doesn’t. he’s completely unresponsive to her outside of orders to destroy, but if after all this he stil doesn’t hate her then he has to love her, because those are the only two options. praise that she tells him to give is taken as proof that she succeeded. medb dies content in the knowledge that she made her greatest enemy fall for her in the end only for cu to complain about how annoying her advances were the moment she’s gone.

the united states of america and all of human history with it was very nearly destroyed simply because medb could not accept someone not having any particular opinion of her.

Okay but like

“I never quite realized how beautiful this world is.”

Like just think about that. Think about how much suffering A2 endures. How much she’s lost. Everyone she cares about. She was a gentle person, a loving person. She had everything ripped away from her, not just her squad but the entire foundation of her existence. And it destroyed her. Imagine losing everything in your life that holds meaning to you. Imagine enduring that loss in a world that wants you dead. Imagine blaming it on yourself.

She came to us bitter. She came to us angry. She came to us hate-filled and jaded from loss and loneliness. She came to us full of survivor’s guilt and wanting nothing more than to die.

And she still. Found beauty. In this world. Even if she didn’t realize until she was reflecting in her final moments, she was able to think back and see beauty in a barren, hateful world. She was able to find peace in her heart before she departed.

And that gets me every fucking time.


 (requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 145
warning : character’s death
summary : Reader and Kai have a child together.
[CONTINUES IN - Part II , I couldn’t possibly fit all I wanted to say in one part , sorry 😅🙈 not sorry 😜]
* gif by jake-riley

Y/N and Kai went on their daily afternoon walk in the park. It was warm , sunny with not a cloud in the sky , unless the super thin clouds that looked like a stroke of a brush. They got some ice cream , or more like Y/N got some ice cream , and they sat on one of the benches in the shadows near the duck pond. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off her , his eyes drifting between Y/N’s face and her pregnant belly. His life could’ve taken a completely different turn if it hadn’t been for her. He loved her so much , he didn’t even mind all those times she woke him up in the middle of the night asking him to go get her something from a store near by. Her cravings had been all over the place , so had been her moods. Sometimes they fought , she’d yell at him and then start sobbing without any warning. Lately however she seemed calmer. Maybe it was because the doctors had said that any day now the baby would be born. Kai couldn’t wait to see his child. His excitement grew more and more each day, so did his love for both Y/N and their baby.
“I love you.” whispered Kai , placing a soft kiss on her neck. “And … I love you.” he repeated , placing a hand on Y/N’s giant belly and leaning in towards it and placing a soft kiss on her stomach. A moment later his eyes lit up and he smiled widely. “It kicked ! I bet he or she can hear me. How awesome would that be ? I wonder if our child will remember me talking.”
Y/N laughed , nearly dropping her ice cream. Her fingers brushed through Kai’s hair. She was sure the baby would remember. Kai had been talking to their unborn child for months now , day and night. Her husband looked so beyond happy the past 9 months. The night she had told him she was pregnant had been the night he returned from 1903. He had sneaked into her bedroom through the window like he had done a dozen times before and nearly had scared her to death while she had been taking a shower saying he couldn’t wait a second longer to see her. The next day was Jo’s wedding and he mentioned that he wants to get his revenge on that day because his entire coven would be there. Then he noticed that Y/N had started looking nervous. A few moments later he realised her shirt was a bit tighter on her meaning she had put on some weight. He had asked about it and she had told him she is pregnant , halting his plans for revenge. Kai’s entire world had shifted in that moment. He still wanted revenge but he also realised that if he does what he had planned , he’d kill his own child and that had changed everything. Y/N hadn’t asked him to change his mind , he had done that on his own and he never regretted it.
“You are such an adorable softie.” teased Y/N.
“I am not !” he protested , a smile spreading across his face a moment later. Y/N scooped up some ice cream from her cup and held the spoon out for Kai. He shook his head. “No. You enjoy it. I’m fine just enjoying my day in the park with the most gorgeous , strong , fierce girl that has ever lived on this planet.”
“Oh shut up.”
Kai laughed and pressed his lips against hers , his palm brushing against her cheek. It had been almost 5 months since their wedding and and he still couldn’t believe it. Any of it. Y/N was his sunshine , even in the darkest moments she always found a way to brighten things up. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Not anymore.
“You taste like chocolate.”
“That’s because ever since I got pregnant that stuff has literally gotten into my bloodstream.” she said scopping out another spoon with ice cream. “Apparently our baby boy or girl loves chocolate as much as you do.”
Y/N tapped him on the nose with her tiny plastic spoon. Kai laughed , his eyes sparkling with love and excitement. In all his life he had never imagined he’d find someone , that out of their relationship would come something as special as a child. If someone had told Kai that he’d be this excited about becoming a dad , he probably would’ve laughed and called them crazy.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t want to know the gender of our child.” said Kai , resting against the bench with his hand across Y/N’s shoulder. “How will we call our child when he or she finally arrives? Can’t call it ‘baby’ all the time. We have to pick names.”
“OKAY .. You go first.”
“No. You go first.” he said softly in her ear.
Y/N’s heart fluttered and just as she was about to suggest a name , a sharp pain tore through her stomach. Her hand automatically held onto it as she scrunched her face in pain. The feeling was similar to her monthy stomach cramps only much more intense.
“Wh-what is it ?” asked Kai worried. Sometimes when their child kicked a bit too hard , Y/N would groan out in pain. “Are you okay ?
“Yeah I’m- I’m fine. ” she sighed. “Wow that hurt.”
Kai stroked her hair and then Y/N groaned in pain again.
“I think the baby is coming.” she whispered turning towards him.
“N-now ?”
Y/N tilted her head , glaring at him. “No , tomorrow. YES NOW.”
“Can’t you hold it ?”
“Yeah yeah sure of course..” she said. “I bet thats what everyone does - hold it when the baby decides to come into this world until a more convinient time. HEY maybe we can go on to the movies and later on stop at the hospital.”
“Your sarcasm is not helping.”
“KAI …” she groaned in pain again.
“What do I do ? Tell me. What do I do ?” he said with panic in his voice. Kai knew it was the 9th month and that the baby could show up at any moment but all of the sudden everything vanished from his head. Y/N glanced at him opening her mouth to make a comment and groaned in pain again. Her hand shot for his forearm , squeezing it tightly.
“Call Jo you dummy !” she snapped. “And stop panicking. You are not the one about to give birth to a new human.”
They had gone over the scenarios dozens of times. How can he forget it all now ?!
“I am not -”
Her hand reached for him and Kai helped Y/N get up , pulling out his phone with his other hand and dialing his sister’s number. Y/N had thought ahead creating a speed dial button on his phone for when the time comes. Jo had given birth about a two months and a half ago and was still technically on medical leave but had promised when the time comes , she’d be there to help.
“Pick up , pick up , pick up …”
About a minute passed before his sister finally picked up.
“It’s happening ! Jo … It’s happening NOW.” he said looking at his wife , they were a few metres away from his car. “I don’t sound panicky. Why does everyone keep saying that I’m panicky ?! Just - just meet us at the hospital. Now. ”
Y/N and Kai got in the car and he quickly pulled out of the parking lot heading for the Whitmore hospital. Her contractions had started happening more frequently and her hand shot for his forearm digging her fingernails in it each time pain cut through her body.
“Just breath.” he kept repeating and Y/N wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or trying to calm himself down. They got to the hospital faster than Y/N had expected , mostly because Kai kept using magic to turn all traffic lights on their way green. A few minutes later just as they were about to turn down the street to Whitmore hospital -
“Oh God … I think my waters just broke.” she said quietly , turning towards him and groaning in pain a few moments later.
Jo arrived a little after them , right on time for the newest Parker’s arrival. Kai went in the operating room with them , holding Y/N’s hand the entire time. She kept squeezing and squeezing it so hard nearly breaking the bones in his hand, sweatdrops appearing on her forehead for the effort. Kai kept talking to her to keep her calm but didn’t appear to be helping much. He started hating himself knowing his is in pain because of him. Never in his life he had imagined that giving birth can be this painful. Then their baby cried for the first time. Kai had thought Y/N’s laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world , now there was another sound he loved maybe even more. Kai smiled through tears , carresing Y/N’s forehead.
“It’s a girl.” said Jo smiling and glancing at them. “A healthy beautiful baby girl.”


Kai had been at the baby ward most of the night looking over their daughter. It was starting to get clear he wouldn’t let anyone even look at her without him around. Meanwhile Y/N got a few hours of sleep. Giving birth had exhausted her in a way she never even knew existed. When her eyes opened Kai was sitting next to her and the room had been filled with balloons , flowers and cupcakes. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing everything but what got the most to her was Kai. He was glowing , literally. His entire aura had shifted a bit and he had turned into literal sunshine , even more than usual. In his hands there was a cupcake and some frosting had smeared across his lips. His eyes lit up seeing she was looking at him. It had been a long night and it was hard to believe less than 15hrs ago they had been in the park eating ice cream while Kai talked to their unborn child.
“Oh hello my queen.” he said smiling widely. “Want some ? You must be hungry. I know I am.”
“Yeah.” he laughed nervously. “You are the queen and our little girl is the princess.” he said as if its the most obvious thing in the world.
Y/N laughed. “My king , where is my royal treatment then ?” she teased tapping on her lips with her finger , pretending to think. Kai got up and kissed her lips briefly. “Nah-uh. I want more.”
Her hands quickly tangled in his hair , pulling him towards her until he was almost on top of her , tugging on his lip at the end of the kiss. He pulled away leaving her leaning into the empty space between them.
“Always so greedy.” teased Kai , kissing her deeply again. “Not that I am complaining. I could never get enough of you.”
“I could never get enough of you either.” she smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Knock knock.” interrupted Jo. “I believe someone wants to see you… and by the looks of it , her dad can’t wait a second.”
Kai had jumped up so fast getting to Jo , his eyes fixed on the little girl in her arms. Her eyes were closed for a moment , then they opened and she yawned. Kai was absolutely mesmerized by the little budle of joy. He looked at her with such affection , Y/N got a tiny bit jealous for a second. Kai tapped the little girl’s nose and the baby gigled a for a few seconds. Kai’s smile was getting wider by the second. A few hours into this world and he loved his daughter more than anything and was ready to do whatever just to see her smile and make sure she is happy.
“I would’ve jumped too , but it still hurts a bit.” laughed Y/N , outstretching her arms for Jo to put the baby in them. Y/N had seen the baby right after it had been born but now she could get a really good look at their daughter. Jo put the baby in her hands and Y/N’s eyes lit up like never before. “She is so beautiful.” she said smiling.
“Just like her mother.” smiled Kai leaning against the bed. “Look at her smile and how she just scrunched her little nose..”
Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away from his girls. How was he that lucky ? After all that he had done , he had never expected to find love , thought never even crossed his mind. Sure there had been girls back before he was sent away but … it had felt different until he had met Y/N. And now he had not one but two people in his life , making him the happiest person in this world. He didn’t want to disappoint any of them , ever.
“You are going to be the best father there is.” said Y/N taking her eyes off their new born daughter to look at Kai. Their eyes locked for a long time and he could see him worry about that. Like he thought he wasn’t good enough. “Our daughter is the luckiest girl on this earth to have you as a father.”
Y/N could see their baby daughter all grown up and Kai acting like the most carrying yet a wee-bit over protective dad when she went on her first date or more like every time any boy even dared to breath near her.
“Jo ?” she wondered. “Could you take a picture of us ? I want to remember this moment forever.”
“Yeah , of course.” smiled Jo. Kai reached in his back pocket and gave his sister his phone. He was sure he’d remember that moment even without the pictures. Kai wrapped his arms around Y/N and kissed her cheek gently hearing the camera click in that moment and then again and again as he looked up. “I never thought I’d say this - but …I’m beyond happy about you brother.”
“Jee thanks sis.” he laughed , a geniune light laugh. “Could you give us the heads up next time before taking a picture? I think I blinked.”
Y/N and Jo burst out in laugher.
“Hey baby girl.” said Kai gently , brushing his finger against their daughter’s tiny cheek , his daughter wrapping her tiny fingers around it a moment later. “Remember me ? I’m your dad.”
Y/N stared at Kai , his eyes glowing like never before. It was as if a completely different person was standing in front of her. Kai was quite literally melting at the sight of their child. And still they had to pick a name.
“Can I hold her ?” he asked Y/N , barely able to contain himself from grabbing his daughter out of her hands. Kai quickly left the rest of his cupcake aside , wiping his hands and reached for his baby girl.
“Careful with her head , okay?” said Jo.
“I’m not going to break her , sis.”
Y/N carefully gave Kai their child. He looked so happy to have her in his arms , it was as if he was flying. He held his little girl in his large arms, afraid he might actually break her. She was so tiny and fragile.
“So tiny…” he whispered smiling.
Their new born daughter looked like a mini version of Y/N - same eyes , same nose… except there was this michevious spark in her eyes , the same spark he had in his eyes. Her tiny hand wrapped around his finger making him smile. She had been brought to this world barely a few hours ago and it appeared she already loved him.
He knew in that moment he’d protect her at all cost. Always.
“Daddy’s little girl.” he whispered smiling at the little budle of joy in his arms. Then he looked up at Jo who was starring at him as if seeing him for the first time. Same with Y/N. “What ? I don’t have cupcake frosting on my face anymore right?”
“Nope. No frosting..” smiled Y/N , wiping happy tears from her eyes. The most dangerous sociopath , as her friends always described him ,turning to jelly because of his newborn baby girl.
You definitely don’t see that every day. she thought.
“Have you thought of any names ?” asked Jo.
“We were just about to talk about it when this cutie here showed up.” said Kai smiling at his daughter and making funny faces at her to get her to laugh. “Would’ve helped if we knew if our child will be a boy or a girl but someone insisted on it being a surprise.”
“Hey. You could’ve still found out and not tell me about it.”
“We both know I can’t keep a secret from you..” he winked at her.
Y/N reached for one of the cupcakes , swirling her tongue around the frosting. During the past few months she had thought of names but now that she had to pick , it was like half of the names had vanished from her mind.
“I like Emma.. Katie.. Alexandra? ” she paused seeing how they were looking at her. “I got frosting on my nose , didn’t I ?”
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand , another name popping into her mind. “Lucinda. Lu for short.. or Victoria.”
Kai shook his head.
“You are terrible at this.” he said.
“OH and you can do better ?”
“What about Grace ? Alice ? Mel or Meg ?”
Y/N thought for a moment turning to his sister.
“Care to weight in Jo ?”
“I’d rather stay out of this discussion.” she laughed. “I’ll leave you to it. Call me if you need me.”
Jo carressed the baby’s head , squeezing Y/N’s hand for a moment before leaving the room. Kai looked after her. His baby girl cried out in the next moment.
“OMG What … what did I do wrong?!” he asked with panic in his voice. “Why is she crying ?! I swear I would never hurt her ! Why … why is she doing this ?”
Y/N laughed.
“Calm down. Our daughter is just hungry.” she said. “Give her to me. Bet you’ll be jealous of her in a moment.”
“What ? Me ? Why ..?” he paused for a moment realising what his wife meant. “OHHH… ”
Their baby girl calmed down pretty fast after starting to feed. Kai sat on the chair next to the bed, his elbows resting on it and holding his head in his hands. He looked at them with such interest and affection it was turning Y/N’s cheeks red. Not longer after their baby daughter fed , she fell asleep in her mother’s arms.
“How about Alexandra Grace Parker ?” she suggested.

A few hours later Kai went outside to grab something for Y/N to eat. There was this place barely a street away from the hospital that had her favourite avocado/chicken/leafy green salad. When he came back to the room she had fallen asleep. He left the paperbag on the far edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Something was wrong. Kai placed his hand on her forehead feeling her skin burn. Quickly he ran outside and down the hall to where Jo’s office was.
“Jo ! Something is wrong with Y/N.” he said opening the door without even bothering to knock. “Her skin , its burning to the touch I -”
He didn’t wait for his sister to reply and directly grabbed her hand , pulling her after him. On the way Jo grabbed another one of the doctors and they rushed into the room. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open for a second and then closed again. She was mumbling something that sounded a lot like ‘I’m coming. Wait for me.’ Jo and the other doctor quickly checked her eyes , pulse and blood pressure , her temperature and looked at each other with empty expressions on their faces.
“What is it ?” asked Kai , pacing back and forth around them not taking his eyes off Y/N. Her eyes seemed unfocused and sweat drops had appeared on her face. “WHAT IS IT JO?” he snapped.
“Her blood pressure is too low and her body temperature is almost 40C.” said Jo calling out for one of the nurses. They quickly hooked Y/N up to an EKG , a needle and a tube going in her forearm leading to a fluids tube. One of the nurses passed Jo a syringe and his sister pludged it into Y/N’s arm.
“What does that mean ?!” asked Kai. Everything around him was happening too fast and too slow at the same time. “JOSETTE , TELL ME NOW!”
“There must be an infection in -”
“K-Kai ?”
Kai turned towards Y/N rushing to her side in an instant. He took her hand , bringing it to his lips kissing her knuckles. His other hand caressing her face.
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Why am I on fire?”
“Don’t worry. Jo is going to fix everything.” he said softly. “You are going to be OKAY and in a few days we will go home with Alex , start decorating her room. We have to buy the pink curtains now , remember ?”
Y/N smiled weakly , her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds too long. Kai hated that knot forming in his stomach. She was everything to him and he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. That life no longer existed. Y/N was slipping away and everything Jo and the doctors were doing didn’t have any result. He had never feared losing her more than in that moment. Seeing the light slowly drain out of her eyes made him feel as if he was the one dying.
“I want to tell you so-mething.” she said weakly.
“You can tell me later.” he said with a small smile on his face.
“There is no-time.” her eyelids fluttered closed again. “You need to know… just in-case. I -”
Her mouth and eyes froze semi open. A machine near by beeped.
“Y/N? Y/N wake up.” he cried leaning in closer to her. His palm brushing against her cheek. “No ,no no. Come back to me. Jo please do something !”
His sister shook her head. “There is nothing I can do. I’m sor-”
“I don’t need your sorries ! I need you to bring her back!” he snapped. “Please Jo , I can’t live without her. There has to be a spell or something.”
“There isn’t. I know you love her but -”
Kai looked at his sister with tears in his eyes then at Y/N , her hand still in his , her head turned towards him. It was like someone had thrown him straight into hell , a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from no matter how much he wanted to. Kai felt all air being pulled out of his lungs , feeling like his soul had been ripped away. He was ready to do anything just so he can have her wrap her arms around him again , just so he can see her smile and hear her say his name one more time. Just one more time. He hadn’t even gotten to tell her he loves her one last time before she had slipped away. Kai let the tears fall down his cheeks , not minding all the water pooling in his eyes at all.
“I love you.” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers on last time.
Jo closed Y/N’s eyes , hugging her brother from behind. They didn’t like each other much but she knew he needed her. Kai’s hand still held onto Y/N’s , not willing to let go. In all his life she had been the only one who never looked at him with a disgust and threated him like a person and not like trash like his whole family had. When they had met , he had been at his darkest - freshly out of the 1994 Prison World , ready to slaughter his entire family for sending him away. Even then , before the merge he had felt something towards her , an inexplicable desire to be near her. Kai had told her the truth about who he was the first night they had met and she hadn’t ran. Y/N had hugged him and comforted him , promising him he would never be alone ever again , that she’ll always be with him.
“You broke your promise.” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. A moment later he realised he wasn’t going to be alone. Y/N hadn’t wanted to leave him. It had happened , but before she had died , she had left him a part of herself. Even in death she had found a way to keep her promise.
“Jo?” he asked. “How soon can I take Alex home?”


MASTERLIST March / April 2017

josepheiv  asked:

top 10 fics every dramione fan should read?

Hi! There are definitely more than 10 that should be on this list but here are the first ones that came to mind that, I think, are absolutely worth every dramione fan’s time:

The Fallout by everythursday - MA, 49 Chapters - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

Isolation By: Bex-chan - M, 48 Chapters - He can’t leave the room. Her room. And it’s all the Order’s fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something’s going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. “There,” she spat. “Now your Blood’s filthy too!” DM/HG. PostHBP.

The Flatmate By: attica - T, 5 Chapters - After the Ministry seizes all of Draco Malfoy’s possessions - including his beloved Malfoy Manor - he takes up drinking and finds himself taking up temporary residence at Hermione Granger’s flat in Wizarding London. But what neither of them expect is that a lot can happen in 139 days in such close quarters - even the impossible. DHr. COMPLETE!

The Rest of Their Lives By: smuggled-muggle - M, 15 chapters - [Complete] Voldemort’s defeated and now they’ve got the future to look forward to. Hermione’s happily ever after doesn’t happen as she had planned, and Draco refuses to live the life planned for him.

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy By: Countess of Abe - M, 25 Chapters - Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.

Gravity By: luckei1 - T, 10 Chapters - It’s about arranging stacks of books, wall colours, and jumping off a cliff. Draco/Hermione

The Green Girl By: Colubrina - T, 22 Chapters - Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Darkish Dramione. COMPLETE.

Diary of an Illicit Affair By: LoveBugOC - M, 11 Chapters - Chapters of an affair, through the eyes of two lovers: an unfaithful husband and his mistress. Rated for Mature subject matter. Eleven-part series. Dramione.

Clean By: olivieblake - M, 31 Chapters - Malfoy’s handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. “No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?” She looked up at him defiantly. “Maybe I don’t have faith in you!” she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. “You’ll find I’m very surprising.” Dramione AU, Year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. COMPLETE.  

A Fruitless Year by everythursday - MA, 3 Chapters - Sometimes the simplest of storms can grow to nearly topple the mightiest of oaks, and the only choices left are to sever it by the roots, or let it grow towards the light.

- Jamie

anonymous asked:

Let people have their theories, even if you think they're wrong.

I’m assuming you’re talking about the last paragraph of this post, in which case my response is:

Unless I have a way bigger follower base and more authority in my relevant fandoms than I have ever conceived, my point is never that I think No One Should Be Allowed To Think That. I am, however, not particularly shy about expressing my personal opinions and reads on meta on my personal blog. 

If you’re putting stuff into my inbox or @-ing me on posts or reblogging my posts and adding commentary, I’m assuming that you’re accepting the fact that what you’re going to get from me is going to be how I feel about this. I’m under neither financial nor professional obligation to give you what you want to hear if that’s not what I, personally feel, and while this may sound a bit backward, I want to respect the questions and theories I’ve sent by being honest about them. I’d rather not give disingenuous praise. 

If someone hands me a theory, my response will be how I feel about it. That may not be good.

Once again, I’m not the holy arbiter of what is sacred or canon. I’m just one dude with a blog. I’ve never even met Crewniverse in person. The one relevant credential I have to my name is ~3,000 people think my content is worth following and I don’t even know how many of those are pornbots. I guess people like what I’m doing, I like what I’m doing, I keep doing it. I really hope nobody is walking away from these posts with this feeling of “Clockie doesn’t like my theory… I must destroy it forever, the oracle has spoken.”

My impressions of meta is just that. My impressions. Different people feel different ways. And I’ve been super wrong about stuff before and probably will be in the future. It’s entirely possible one of these days canon is going to brutally slam-dunk the Blue Fusion Theory in the trash and all I’ll be able to do is just sit there at my computer like “……okay.” And it’ll become my new jokey go-to like “hey remember when I was totally convinced the fourth Homeworld Gem in the extended opening wasn’t Yellow Diamond but a gladiator who used to be friends with Garnet”

In particular, “X character is the Real Evil” is a read that I feel like is wrong, and strangely persistent in the face of what I consider an ever-assembling mountain of contradictory evidence. I’ve seen it applied to Peridot, then Jasper, then YD, and I’ve already seen it applied to Navy Ruby. In almost exactly the same format. “Steven needs to Learn that he can’t be friends with everyone” is something I’ve seen applied to Peridot in Warp Tour and Navy Ruby in almost the exact same tone.

It also personally bothers me because I feel like I really do look to fiction in some ways as a source of hope. I think there’s a terrifying amount of horrible things that happen in the world with little rhyme or reason and stories are a way that we can engage with things constructively, address and challenge these concepts on a stage that’s more to our suiting. And I think SU has been a wonderful bright spot where so far, even if not everyone has a happy ending, we’re encouraged to be hurt and outraged by what people are going through. 

Because it’s framed as “Jasper doesn’t deserve to suffer and corrupt all alone! Bismuth doesn’t deserve to sit in that bubble forever and be forgotten! The Rubies don’t deserve to be stuck in space! Yellow Diamond doesn’t deserve to live her entire life under trauma and grief!” 

My wildest, most selfish fantasy is that I want to care about everyone. Even people I hate. Even people who hate me. I want this world to be such an incredibly warm and safe and loving place that people who try to rip others apart and attack them can’t get traction or support. Is that particularly realistic, no, but if we’re accepting magic rock aliens and reality-warping spaceships, why is it the most unrealistic thing here is that nobody is pure evil?

I mean. A half-alien teenager, two sentient rocks and the animate pumpkin they’ve been keeping as a dog were just tossed out of a spaceship by a different rock.

anonymous asked:

mafia mentality must have several fucked some people up because it's drilled into you that if you make one screw up your worth is deemed as completely worthless and you can't even function as a normal human being. so imagine being raised in an environment like that

That’s, like, where all of the emotional trauma for no only Akutagawa, but also Dazai, Q, Chuuya, and anyone else in the PM. 

Dazai, having been raised in that environment,  brought Akutagawa home with the promise of giving him purpose by letting him kill to make his way in the world. Which just adds to his mental turmoil. 

Chuuya, if we draw from his real-life counterpart, is very lonely. His entire purpose is supporting the Port Mafia, whom he is very connected to. It’s not canonically confirmed if he has any issue with being a member of the PM, but… honestly, Chuuya has a softer heart than most. I think the only reason he does so well is because the Mafia is his family. Elise, Kyouka, Kouyou, Akutagawa, even Dazai. He fights for his family, not the shady organization.

AND FREAKING KOUYOU HATING LOVE??? Kyouka being raised that she should use her body to seduce and pull someone to the side. You can only imagine what else the Mafia trains their members to do. Akutagawa and Gin having little to non canon interaction because they’re likely too busy trying to carve a place for themselves. Oda refusing to kill, and as such getting placed as the lowest member of the Mafia. Chuuya being so valued because his ability wrecks not only entire cities and his own body.

I love the Port Mafia, but I hate the idea. Honestly, the idea that a group of people who are settled in that gray zone of morality being so connected that they get through everything because they’re a family. Kouyou showcases that especially. And Chuuya. You betray the PM, you’re dead. But if you stay, you’ll have a whole army at your aid within seconds. Even if you “betray” the PM, you’ll still have an emotional attachment.

I’ve Got You

Someone on Twitter said how they wished the elevator scene had ended differently without Owen walking away, and because that ripped up my heart as well, I wrote the tiniest thing ever xD It wasn’t supposed to be more than this, so before my twinsie goes ‘it’s tooooo shorttttt!’ hahaha xD I love you really twinsie <3 Here it is :)

The elevator doors opened and the ‘bing’ sounded to show they had arrived at the destination floor, but Owen couldn’t move. He didn’t know why, he had no idea why. Him and Amelia were barely talking, they didn’t really see each other, they didn’t really even look at each other if they passed in the hallway, but now he couldn’t move. He couldn’t not care, because the worst thing in the entire world was the look on her face when he glanced over to the other side of the elevator. The worst thing in the entire world was how much her face crumbled, and how there were tears all over her face, and how her deep blue eyes were puffy and the slightest bit red. He didn’t know why he had hugged her, he didn’t know why he couldn’t leave. Only he did. He knew, and he had known from the minute he stepped on the elevator and saw her face. He loved her even when he hated her. He loved her even through the ‘worse’ part. He loved her so damn much that no matter how much he tried to not, it didn’t even make a dent, it didn’t even leave a scratch.

The doors started to close, and the elevator started to move again. Owen wrapped his arms around Amelia and pulled her in close, rubbing small circles on her back as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you.” He soothed. “I’ve got you.”

People are pissed Sarah won Game Changers

But like…she deserved it man. Her game was so so good, even Michaela was giving her props.

I haven’t seen someone play the game THAT WELL in a long time. She really was the TRUE Game Changer, and always knew what to do and she took RISKS.

Like instead of hating her for being a police officer or Trump supporter (which has she really announced that though?) Which is by the way ENTIRELY wrong. The world claims to be oh so loving and understanding, no judgement on your own morals and opinions yet the moment you don’t like someone for their morals and opinions you HATE THEM for no reason? Where did the ‘kindness’ and 'understandings’ go? Are you THAT hateful?

You’re not being understanding or kind, you’re just being a hypocrite.

Instead of hating Sarah for her views, job, and morals you should applaud her. Her game was on point and and honestly she has a really hard and traumatic job as a cop already. Why do you guys got to hate everyone ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME???

So there’s been a War. The references to it are many and casual enough that it’s clear it’s still a huge part of the public consciousness.

JUNO: Looks like we both lost the bet. You ever hear of an exec with nothing but empty drawers?
RITA: I hear Samson Cartwright’s been that way ever since the war. (Prince of Mars)

But WTF is up with the War even? 

So here’s a quick rundown of the chronology of the War, as we’ve seen references to it: (under the cut):

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The fucking absurd tale of Dorne and why CK2 is a better writer than me

Significant spoilers for A Feast for Crows and a Dance with Dragons follows.  Just kidding, you probably know all this shit by now.

Having just gotten off a CK2 AGOT game where I, Jon “Snow” Stark, had just taken the North back from the Boltons through force of arms, saved Stannis from the dungeons of King’s Landing (with force of arms), freed the slaves of the Iron Islands (with force of arms), took the Riverlands twice (with force of arms), and forced Sansa’s daughter on the Iron Throne, securing all of Westeros was technically property of the Starks (with force of arms), I realized that I was way too quick to start wars, on virtue of knowing I could win.

Which is why for my next game, I decided to play as Dorne, the weakest of the Seven Kingdoms, canonically better defended by deserts and mountains than its limited population.  For reference, in CK2, Dorne at game start can field maybe 17,000 soldiers.  On a good day.  When all your vassals like you and are willing to send as many troops as they can when you ask.  By contrast, the Riverlands, Stormlands, Iron Islands, and Vale can all field 21,000 under the same circumstances.  The North and Westerlands, 24.  The Reach?  27.  Suffice to say that in a straight war, especially not a defensive one, Dorne is fucked.

At the start of AFFC, 8301, the Targaryen dynasty is largely fucked.  Daenarys Targaryen has claimed the city state of Meereen and is dealing with the colossal clusterfuck of Ghiscari politics and Aegon of Essos, the supposed son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, has arrived with an army of 10,000 hardened mercenaries to steal the Stormlands.

Meanwhile, Lord Paramount and King in the Narrow Sea, Stannis Baratheon has just repelled the army of Mance Rayder, King Beyond the Wall, and is now trying to set up a Stark puppet in Winterfell to secure the North.  Fighting a war at home against Aegon and abroad against the Boltons, Stannis Baratheon has few friends and more enemies as the forces of King Tommen “Baratheon” come barreling down on him.

Meanwhile -and more importantly- in Dorne, the infirm Prince Doran Martell plots to get revenge on the Lannisters for the death of his beloved sister Elia at the hands of Gregor Clagane during the War of the Usurper.  Oberyn, Doran and Elia’s brother, has died trying to do the same, and now the nobility of Dorne is clamoring for a war of vengeance, while Doran is more interested in preserving Dornish life than fighting a war he cannot possibly win.  This is where we begin.

So naturally I did the most reasonable thing and assassinated half the fucking kingdom.  Roose Bolton met assassin’s blades, his bannermen finding him flayed on his throne in the Dreadfort.  Unfortunately it didn’t amount to much, seeing as how his fucking insane son still managed to win the war against Stannis and the rebellious northern lords.  Worth a try, though.

Second was Lady Paramount and Queen Regent Cersei Lannister, the adulteress and murderer.  She met the end of half of the population of Europe’s nobility in any CK2 game: MANURE EXPLOSIONS.  With her death, and her brother’s during a duel against Brynden “Blackfish” Tully, the vengeance against the Lannisters was complete.

More or less.

Arianne Martell, scion of the house, returned word from the Stormlands, warning Prince Doran that he ought not ally with the supposed son of Rheagar in his bid for the throne.  Why?  One can only guess.  Perhaps she was horrified after one kingmaker plot had failed due to her own incompetence, and did not want more loss of life.  Perhaps she felt that the man she met was not truly Rheagar’s son, only a white-haired bastard or perhaps even a Blackfyre pretender.  More likely, however, is the fact that she reported this on the eve of Stannis’ victory over the youth, having just beat the fucking shit out of him and all his soldiers in one swoop.

So far, Dorne had avoided a war.  The issue, however, was that young Tommen was starting to look like a second Mad King.  Perhaps this was the influence of Cersei prior to her death, or his new mentor, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and silent giant, Robert Strong.  Or maybe it had to do with the curse of incest taking a grip on the boy’s mind.  Doran did not intend to find out, and with a guilty conscience, ended the youth before his own health gave out.

Arianne came to the throne of Dorne as word returned that her brother, plain-faced and honest Quentyn had been burned alive in Daenarys’ dungeons by FUCKING DRAGONS.  If the Targaryen queen desired allies in Westeros, she had lost her only possible friends when the barely-adult Quentyn turned to ash on her watch.  Still, in place of Tommen, his younger sister, Myrcella, came to the throne, taking with her Arianne’s youngest brother, Trystan.

Myrcella had been tutored by Prince Doran prior to his death, and even at such a tender age, she was looking like the best Queen in… uh, well, ever.  Quick-witted and as beautiful as her mother but with none of her faults, Myrcella was looking like Westeros’ best chance at peace.

And then the Iron Bank happened.  Spurned by Tommen’s regency and looking to reclaim their money, the Iron Bank of Braavos looked for a pretender to fund, someone willing to take the Throne from Myrcella and hemorrhage money across the Narrow Sea.

So they chose the dumbest motherfucker with the biggest army.  Mace Tyrell marched on the Crownlands, his alliance with the “Baratheons” vanished after Tommen’s death.  Arianne died of unrelated causes prior to the War’s start, and Myrcella’s husband and close confidant, Trystan, took Dorne.  Trystan was a kind man, humble and decent, but he did not have the foresight of his father.  If it meant protecting his wife’s life, he would march on King’s Landing.

And so he did.  The last scion of the Martell dynasty threw himself at the Reach, hoping that he could take Highgarden and force a Tyrell surrender before King’s Landing and the Crownlands burned.  He failed.  By the time the Dornish spearmen were marshaled and marched into the Reach, the war had turned sharply against Myrcella, and the final blow came to Dorne itself.  During the siege of Highgarden, Tyrell soldiers fell on the Dornish position, crushing them with superior numbers.

The last of the loyalist army fell and Myrcella was dragged out in chains to the fat fucker who strode into King’s Landing.  Trystan was a kind and content man, and would have tolerated the pretender’s rule.  Then Mace killed his wife and cemented a second feud between the Martells and the unjust rulers of King’s Landing.

Trystan repurposed his life.  Assassination plots fell into his lap, agents spreading throughout the Crownlands and the Reach.  Mace would choke on his own blood, preferably before he choked on enough food to feed half of Westeros.

Then Dany invaded.  Two dragon riders came barreling down on Westeros, Daenarys Targaryen and her husband, JORAH FUCKING MORMONT OF ALL GOD DAMN PEOPLE.  Trystan had been spared once for siding against the Tyrells, due either to Mace’s mercy or incompetence.  Though he wanted revenge, he did not want to lose his head and allow the entirety of the Martell dynasty to disappear because of his hatred for the ‘fat rose’ as they had taken to calling the lump of lard that sat on the Iron Throne.

So Trystan stayed out of the war, and Jorah lost his life in the Stormlands.  Daenarys and the armies of a unified Ghiscar were rebuffed, and Westeros repelled the last Targaryen.  And then Mace died a peaceful death, surrounded by his family, and Trystan’s revenge had been stolen.  Depression hit, and eventually Trystan died as well.

But, at 8 years old, young Doran II now stood at Dorne’s helm, Trystan’s only son, and the most intelligent man in Westeros since the deaths of Petyr Balish and Tyrion Lannister– the former executed in a revolt by the Riverlords, the latter burned alive at the whims of the Targaryen princess.  Doran toured the continent, learning from Kingsguard, King Willas Tyrell the Learned, and all the scholars of the world.  He broke hearts, even the Crown Princess’, ultimately marrying a commoner with a mind as sharp as his own.

When he came to age, Doran’s wits were matched solely by his silver tongue.  He was a man of such unparalleled charisma that even old enemies of his family could not hate him.  At 29 diplomacy score, literally everyone, the entire world over, fucking loved him.  Unlike his father, Doran had no interest in removing the Tyrells from power.  Excluding the minor squabbles between lords, largely in the North against the Boltons, Westeros was at peace, and he had no interest in sabotaging it.

Then his wife died in childbirth, leaving another genius Martell.  It struck Doran hard, and for the rest of his life, he refused to remarry.  In his darkest hour, an old friend came to him and comforted him, leading him to her bedchambers and away from the dark thoughts that had consumed his father.

I’m not really sure how that last part works because she was a lesbian, but I guess silver tongued Doran could literally turn gay women straight and straight men gay.  They had two daughters together, it was pretty strange.

Still, Westeros was at peace, and in place of his wife, the Prince of Dorne found friendship.  Lord Paramount Harold Arryn, the dwarf crown prince, the new Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, it could be argued that Doran and Dorne had more support than the throne.  In fact, it was well known that Doran was the cornerstone of Westerosi peace.

Doran the Wise thought that the peace would last forever, as did I.

Then I realized that I had forgot to turn off Sunset Invasion and FUCKING AZTECS with FUCKING DRAGONS landed in Lannisport.  The Lord Paramount of the Westerlands begged the Tyrells in King’s Landing for assistance, and all of Westeros marched against the sun-worshiping foreigners from the West.

And then they lost.

Aztec Jaguar Warriors smashed Westerosi knights, dragons scorched camps, and thousands of Westermen and Lannister bannermen were sacrificed, hearts and blood fueling the heathen rituals of these foreigners.  As the casualty rate among the forces of the Seven Kingdoms reached the hundreds of thousands, the Iron Throne surrendered.

Doran could not tolerate the thought of sending more men to their death.  He looked to the Water Gardens of Sunspear, and among the naked children laughing and playing, saw the orphans who did not yet know that their parents would not be returning.  He could not tolerate a war, nor could he allow the heathens from the West to continue to tear out the hearts of the living.

He stormed into the office of his father, the only part of Spear Tower not used in years.  Once it belonged to his namesake, Doran the first, then to Arianne, and to his father, but he had never used it.  Accounts, names, detailed files on poison and human anatomy.

Just, kind, honest, honorable, Doran always thought that he could end a conflict with well-chosen words or the threat of a force of arms.  Ravens flew from Spear Tower to old agents who moved across the border into the Westerlands, now known as the 'Aztec Empire’.

The Emperor of the Aztecs found himself assassinated before he could find himself an heir.  His successor did too.  Aztec nobility died faster than Starks or the enemies of Aegon Targaryen.

News of Doran’s activities got out.  His agents were found occasionally, but their number were so many and so beloved by the enslaved Westermen that it did not matter.  Even if one assassin was flayed or his heart ripped out, the rest would still find their mark.  Among the Aztecs, Doran was thought of as an avatar of the God of Night, a demonic figure saved from the righteous wrath of the Sun God’s chosen by the mountains and deserts of Dorne.  Among the Westerosi, Doran was considered a hero.  Secret feasts were held in the Westerlands in his honor– the 'slayer of heathens’ some called him.

Or so the legend goes.

Doran 'the Wise’, however, was not so callous as to deny the horror of his actions.  Guilt turned to stress, stress that eventually burned away at his sanity.  As lunacy took its hold, one of his agents introduced him to a sailor who’d be smuggling wildfire below one of the Aztec castles.  The sailor was Ironborn, and the ship’s chaplain spoke of the Drowned God.  During the conversation between the sailor and the prince of Dorne, the Drowned Man told Doran that his dreams were not simply lunacy, but were prophetic.  That the Drowned God was speaking to him.

Doran donned his black cloak and wizened old hat and followed the Drowned Man.  First to the docks, then out to sea, and to a secluded island, uncharted, but according to his calculations, between the Aztec-controlled Westerlands and the Iron Islands.  The advocates of the Drowned God chanted, dark rituals took place, and a thing beyond human understanding rose from the sea.

Doran’s heartbeat raced as the thing from below the waves marched through the sea towards Westeros.  Certainly, he wanted to stop the Aztecs.  Certainly, he wanted the Emperors and their legions to die.  But not like this.  He drew his blade and howled.

Doran was not the greatest fighter Westeros had ever seen, but surprise, his natural intellect, and desperation allowed him to overwhelm the chanting cultists.  One by one they fell as he made his way to the longboats and rowed towards the creature he had helped raise.  his black hair was caught in his bloodshot eyes as a wave carried him towards a beast his mind could scarcely comprehend.  As his ship came barreling down towards the tentacled cranium of the Drowned God, he drew his blade and howled.

And awoke in his bed, the taste of salt on his lips and the wounds from his battle against the Ironmen cultists under bandages.  According to his maester, he had washed up on shore, on the verge of death.  It was only by the will of the Seven and his own personal resilience that he had managed to survive.

And then he lost his nickname and gained a new one.  Prince Doran 'The Godslayer’ Martell of Dorne.  And I decided there was no fucking way I was topping that and turned off the game.

Fucking CK2.