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are-you-sure-its-me-you-see  asked:

Hello, can i get RFA + V finding MC's anti-depressants and realizing they have depression? Please and thank you!

Anon said: So the link says requests are closed but your bio says they’re open so I’ll just send this and feel free to ignore it if they are closed. Could you possible to the RFA +V finding MC’s anti-depressants and realizing they have depression?

Anon said: hi there, I really love your blog, it gives me purpose in life✨✨✨✨ so I was wondering how would the rfa+v+saran react to a scenario where mc lost a family member to suicide and is so depressed about it that she will to exhaust herself with work or school (whatever you feel like) so she won’t have to think about it and Will barely talk to them. like how would they talk to her, comfort her or shake her out of it?

These were all very similar, so we combined them into one post. For anyone struggling with depression out there, a big hug from the both of us! 

Trigger Warning: Themes of Depression and Suicide


  • It was almost a year since you started dating
  • But lately, you’ve been declining to go to his shows
  • You seemed to refuse going out on dates, but seemed okay when he came over
  • It was one of these times that he was at your apartment and you asked for him to get something out of the fridge
  • You had left your antidepressant pills on the counter
  • He noticed and was in shock for a few minutes, but decided not to bring it up
  • He wanted you to tell him when you were ready
  • But you just seemed to get worse
  • On another impromptu, he sees a really old newspaper on your coffee table, open to a certain page
  • It was a short story about someone who committed suicide months ago…the same time you started growing distant
  • When he confronts you about it, you break down, admitting you’ve been depressed since your cousin committed suicide
  • You had even seen a doctor
  • He wants you to be comfortable and happy again, so he’s very understanding on your bad days
  • Always supportive and is always ready to listen when you just need to talk


  • You’ve been taking the antidepressants for awhile, but hadn’t told him
  • You had your depression under control for most of the time since you’ve met him, so it never came up
  • But then you found out an uncle you were close to committed suicide and you fell into a deep depression
  • Meanwhile, Yoosung realized you’ve been skipping classes a lot lately
  • And you haven’t been your usual enthusiastic self
  • He’s really sweet about asking you though
  • “You haven’t been yourself…is there something I can do to make you feel better?”
  • You try to brush it off and say you just didn’t take your vitamins so you’re drained
  • He cheerily goes to get your vitamin case from the kitchen
  • Your antidepressants are in there too…but they’re not in a bottle so you think he won’t notice
  • But Yoosung studies medicine…and recently had a pharmaceutical internship…he recognizes them
  • You see the shock on his face, but he doesn’t say anything and continues to hand you your pills with a soft smile
  • Later, you find one skittle in each and a smiley drawn on each day


  • You two are experimenting with some new recipes in the kitchen when your phone goes off
  • Your hands are sticky from batter, so you ask her if she can grab it for you out of your purse
  • As she’s pulling the phone out, a pill bottle tumbles out
  • When she reaches for it, she sees the label
  • You come out to see what was going on when the call dropped
  • She turns to you very solemn
  • “MC, we need to talk.”
  • She asks what had been going on and when it started
  • You tell her about your brother who had committed suicide two years and how it had affected you
  • She tears up while you’re sharing your story
  • She wants you to know that she’s always there for you
  • On the days where you didn’t really feel like doing anything, she’d sit with you and talk with you or just listen
  • She’ll ask you every day how you are and is completely involved in your recovery process


  • He was with you when the story of your nephew’s suicide aired on the news
  • It had hit you hard, he could see it in your face
  • He was there with you through it all, and even offered if you needed any other assistance
  • A few months later, he notices you’re taking a few extra pills than your usual ones and vitamins
  • You’re very straightforward about your antidepressants when he asks about it
  • He is always super careful on days when you seem more reserved or don’t feeling like doing things
  • He’ll try to bring you small things that might make you smile a little
  • But he makes sure you have everything you need on really bad days
  • He’ll even drop work some days if he feels like you sound a bit off on a phone call


  • Your pills must’ve fallen out of your bag when you were at his house
  • He finds them soon after you leave back to your own place
  • He hops in his car and goes to your apartment to return it to you
  • When he gets there, he hands you the bottle but lingers
  • “Get in the car. I want to take you on a little trip.”
  • Despite it being a little late, you decide to join him
  • He brings you to a church in the middle of a really small town nearly an hour away
  • There’s no one there when you get there
  • He explains that he came there to pray on days he was feeling really down
  • You break down and end up explaining how your sister’s suicide a few years back had affected you
  • He listens patiently at everything you have to say
  • After that, he doesn’t really change his behavior towards, but he’s very accommodating when he can feel you’re not having a good day


  • He’s been through depression himself…and seen others with it
  • He recognized the signs in you early on, so when he found your pills lying around it was no surprise
  • He didn’t really press you about it
  • But it all came out naturally in one of your conversations when you two were talking
  • You admit that it started when your father committed suicide when you were younger
  • He understands, and you two sympathize with each other on bad days
  • You always support each other


  • You and he were just having a night-in where you were baking
  • He had noticed you’d been averse to going out lately, so he wanted to spend some time in a place where you seemed comfortable
  • “Hey, MC, where’s the sugar?”
  • “In the cupboard!”
  • When he went to get it, he saw a bottle of pills…the name of the meds looking very familiar
  • You notice he gets quieter as the night goes on and you just have to ask him
  • When he admits he found the pills, you open up about your older sister who had recently committed suicide
  • You had depression for awhile, but lately with that it’s been bad
  • He tries to be really supportive, but inside he’s terrified
  • He feels like he failed with helping Rika when she had those problems, and he didn’t want to mess up with you
  • You assure him he’s helping by just being himself
  • He’s very careful about what he says and is very understanding whenever you have bad days or just feel upset some days

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Boss!AU - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4

Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x

“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.

Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.

Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?

“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”

You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”

“Sam’s sick.”

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SVT - Click a Door: Intro

Originally posted by minghaeo

Series: Click a Door 

Member/s: OT13 x Reader  

Status: In Progress 

Warning: Coarse Language // Violence (not a lot, but enough) 

A/N: Welcome to the next Click Series, these are longer than the last Click Series (aka not just Intro + Member + Ending). I’m on a four month vacation from school ;) Hope you like it :) 

Soft rays of sunlight filtered in through the closed blinds. Dust particles in the air danced around, inches from your face when you moved.

It captivated you and held you in a trance. If anyone were to walk in, they’d probably have believed that you had lost your mind, gotten into the evidence records, and smoked until you were high.

Normally, that would have irked you.

Normally, you wouldn’t be acting this way.

Normally, you have your boyfriend and his twelve teammates milling around.

This office, with its array of chaotic, glossy, wooden desks was meant for more than one person. It was meant for the thirteen of them and the one of you. With them around there had never been one dull moment. All your missions had been carried out together. If it was death mission, then you’d die together, as team.

Now that they had been sent on a mission different than yours, there was a deafening silence everywhere you went and it settled heavy in your heart.

You tapped your fingers, in a wave motion, against the wooden desk. The pitter patter that it created did little to fill the silence. You bit your lips in frustration, and soon there was blood coming from the cut you had just caused.

You groaned, there was no way you’d be able to eat or drink anything acidic. Goodbye lemonade.

The slender recording device on your desk mocked you. You had been avoiding it for a while, a long while at that, and it was time to suck it up and be the agent you were trained to be.

You pressed the record button, “Agent Z’s Mission Log. Entry No. 1 - Individual: I’ve returned from my first solo mission yesterday. The boys are not back yet, though I expect them to return any moment now. Enemy Agent, category Intelligence, has been captured. The agency will be conducting an interrogation in less than an hour.”

A knock interrupted your recording. You pressed stop and shoved the device into a drawer you could lock and no one could open.

“Come in.” You said, eyeing the silhouette behind the glass.

A short, wavy haired girl pushed the door open but made no indication of wanting to step inside.

“The room is ready, interrogation officers are waiting for you.”

You nodded and pushed yourself away from the desk. She took a step back the closer you got to her.

Maybe it was because you were sitting in a mausoleum of a room in pitch black darkness, with only the slim lines of light seeping through the cracks, that she knew not to step inside. Maybe that’s the reason she didn’t look you in the eyes either.

You stepped into the hallway and recoiled as the florescent lights burned your corneas. The door clicked shut behind you. No one would be able to open it unless it was you or one of the boys.

The heels of your shoes clicked against the marble floor. “You know you can walk besides me, right?” The girl squeaked and sped walked up to you.

“How’s home life, Mary?” You looked at her from the corner of your eyes and watched her squirm.

“I-It’s fine. It would be better if she could be an Agent too. Then she’d know what my real job is.”

“She thinks you’re cheating on her, doesn’t she?”

Mary nodded. Silence overcame both of you again, until you turned the corner. Here, the hallway transformed from ‘classic detective’ to 'futuristic bio lab.’ To say the least, it creeped everyone out. From its blinding white lights to its metal white walls with powdered blue line smack in the middle.

“I guess you got lucky, huh. Considering you know all your partners in your civilian life.” Her voice had gotten a dreamy tone to it. You could tell she wanted to be in your place. “And, your boyfriend’s also an agent and in your team too.”

A small smile creeped over your lips, “Extremely.”  

“Anything else you want to talk about?” You asked awkwardly. Small talk was all you could do at this point. The boys were much better at niceties; you could only hope you didn’t sound rude and tempered.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you…” she trailed off, a soft blush coming onto her cheeks, as you walked into the elevator. The doors closed shut, the button to the underground levels was pressed, and a few seconds later, you finally responded.

“What?” You said, cautiously, raising an eyebrow.

“That ring on your finger! Did he propose to you?” She blurted out, a grin broke out on her face, it almost made you wonder if she had been the one to get proposed to.

The elevator stopped, it dinged as the doors slid open.

You snickered and turned on your heels, so you could walk out backwards and be able to look at her. You hummed, “Mhmm. He did it while we were in our civilian lives, at home.”

You turned your back to her so she wouldn’t be able to see the mad blush on your cheeks as you finished and heard her squeal. The door closed then, and with a ding you could hear it open again and her footsteps rushing to catch up to you.

Mary coughed, trying to hold back another squeal. You stopped in front of a metal door with a bio recognizer on the handle. She ran to the door and signed in herself to let you in.

“They’re right inside, Agent Z.” You nodded, expressionless. “Oh, and congrats!” She squealed before slamming the door shut after you.

“Do you want to be the one to go inside and question him? Or should I send someone else in?” The head director, stared at you.

You peered through the one-way glass at the chubby man sitting at a metal table with a bored glance. “I’ll go. I captured him, I’ll interrogate him.”

“As you wish. We’ll be here listening in.” He motioned at Mary who had come in a while after you had, after getting some supplies.

You nodded and grabbed the key he was holding out to you. You inserted the key into the lock and stepped inside, the door closing on its own with a soft click.

You strolled up to the man, stopped, and circled him before sitting down yourself.

He snickered, “What are you, a dog? Can’t get comfortable on your own? Come here, hottie, I’ll help you.”

“Is that so?” The corner of your lip twitched before you smirked. “I hate to break your heart, but, I’ve already got someone else for that.”

He grinned, “I’m sure you do. Sadly, nobody knows everything about the one they have by their side.”

“Enough with the chit chat.” You smiled at him sweetly, “Shall we get started?”

You looked down at the manilla folder in front of you. A white light snapped on behind you and trained itself on his form. Your back to the light, you chuckled at his scrunched up face and shut eyes.

“What? Can’t handle a little light?”

“You, bitch! Tell them to turn that light off.” He snarled and swatted at your face.

You smiled down at the folder when his fingers were centimeters away from your face. All you could feel was the air he had moved with his hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to read a bit of what’s on this page without the light. It’s my reading light you see, can’t do without it.”

He stayed silent then, knowing what game you were trying to play. He stiffened and faced straight ahead, eyes shut, his lips in a snarl.

“Let’s see, Antoni Delacux, age twenty-five, from— oh, I have a cousin from there, doubt you know her though. She’s one of the good one’s too.” You chuckled and trailed your fingers down the page, scratching the page with a nail.

“You’re a part of the intelligence division, are you not? Tell me, what exactly do you know?”

He snarled,  “Turn those damn lights off.”

“Sorry, we’ve been over this. But if you tell me what you know about that new technology your group has been working on— and anything else you might know, without a fight might I add— then I’m sure those lights will turn off soon.”

“Darlin’, you don’t want to know what I know.” He smirked, turning his face to the ground.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The section below his seat turned on, just like the white light behind you. Antoni growled and tried to stand up, only to be pulled back by the chains on his legs and hands.

“The quicker the better for you, you know. These lights give more than massive migraines.”

“I’m warning you, darlin’—”

“Warning me?” You scoffed, “You don’t seem to understand who’s captured who here.”

“Don’t I? You’re Agent Z aren’t you? And that handsome man of yours, he’s proposed to you, correct?”

“I don’t seem to know what you’re talking ab—“

“Don’t flatter yourself. You aren’t as smart as you think you are. You forgot to take off your ring and that boy of yours does dream a lot about you, you know.”

You stared at the man horridly, before turning to look back at the glass, hoping to get some assistance, but flinched when the light hit you. It shot off right after. You covered your eyes, regaining the vision you had just lost.

A chuckle made you look back at the man across from you.

“Aren’t you a little young to be getting married? You can’t be more than twenty years old. Oh, wait! You and your boy were recruited at a young age, right? What’s his name again?”

“What are you talking about?” You whispered out.

“I’m just saying, aren’t you wondering why your team hasn’t gotten back to base yet?” He started chuckling.

You stood up abruptly and lunged at his neck. A hand pulled you back and out the door, the sound of the man’s laughter ringing even when you were forced back into your office.

It was darker now than it was when you were in your mausoleum of an office first. There no longer any light coming through the blinds, nor dust floating in front of your face.

You were stiff, unblinking, frozen in your chair. How was it that the room had become so cold, that you could see your breath every time you exhaled.  So cold, that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the wall. Or was that fear of landing on your lover’s desk.

A sudden knock jolted you out of your stupor, “Who is it?”

“It’s me Agent Z, I have mission for you.” You nodded emotionlessly, and hovered your finger over the button that unlocked the door from the inside.

“You have to tell me where the rest of my team is.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve come to talk to you about.”

You were angry— no. You were pissed beyond comprehension.  

The heels of your shoes clicked against the dark gray tile that was the floor of the enemy headquarters. In one hand, your gun with your finger on the trigger, the other hand, flying to the side of your ear piece.

“For enemy agents, they aren’t really aware of what goes on around them.”

“Keep your voice down, Agent Z. If I can hear the sound of your footsteps resounding in their hallways, so can they.” Mary squeaked on the line.

“To hell to with keeping quiet. They have something of mine and I want it back.”

“Agent Z, please!” You stopped in your tracks and growled under your breath. You were in no mood to be told what to do. You clenched your hand and punched the metal wall beside you, bringing it back to your chest in pain.

“Agent Z, please…” Mary whispered exasperated, “according to intelligence, there should be a door that resembles a meat locker after turning the corner. They should all be inside there but be careful—“

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “I know. ‘Be careful of the way you go about this, one wrong move and—“

You let a out a puff of air as a sharp pain resonated from the base of your neck. Your hand flew to the base of your neck and patted the spot until you felt a small square.

You pulled it out and cringed. Poison block.

You woke up to a coughing fit and a weight on your chest. Your eyes snapped open, and you pushed the textbooks you fell asleep with on your chest.

Your eyes furrowed, something seemed…off? But it was still the same room as always. A table in the left corner, a laptop on it, a hoard of stationary at the left side of the corner, your textbooks on the shelf above it. The door was directly in front of your bed and the blinds on your window, open as usual. No, it wasn’t that. You shook your head.

Despite the warmth of your covers, your morning had already been ruined. So, you threw the covers off your body and sat up. You let out a sigh.

The floor wasn’t cold, in fact, the sun had already seemed to warmed the floor. Your eyes widened, no one had woken you. 

You let out a scream and rushed to your dresser, pulling out a soft pullover and jeans and putting them on. You hurried over to your vanity and grabbed the first body mist you could feel.

You slammed the door open and stubbled when you saw the door across from yours. You shook your head and took a step into the hallway.  

“Wait…which one was the bathroom, again?” You mumbled biting your bottom lip.

Your room, was at the end of the hall in the second hall, placing you literally in the middle of the left and right side. You groaned and ran towards the stairs, looking over the rail to the other hallway, trying to remember.

‘Oh, screw it!’ You thought to yourself and went with your gut feeling.


Pick a Door:

1st Floor:

Door #1
Door #2
Door #3
Door #4
Door #5
Door #6
Door #7

2nd Floor

Door #8
Door #9
Door #10
Door #11
Door #12
Door #13

anonymous asked:

Jason comforting a crying Dickie???

I’m comfortably ahead on schoolwork so I’m tackling my inbox. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Jason hadn’t wanted to come to the cave, he actively avoided the cave and the manor and their inhabitants on a daily basis. His motorcycle had other plans though, ones that really made him mad because there was no way he could avoid the cave once it started making that weird clicking sound that meant a breakdown was imminent. So Jason devised a plan that would result in the least amount of human interaction as possible, showing up at 2pm on a Tuesday. 

He’d gotten the mutinous motorcycle there and was just pulling the toolbox over when he heard the tell-tale sounds of fists against a practice dummy. Jason froze, trying to judge if the cave’s other occupant was far enough away that they wouldn’t overhear his work. Jason was considering the cave’s acoustics when the punching stopped and was replaced by quiet sobs. 

He bit his lip, he knew that voice and if Dick was upset Jason didn’t want to just leave his brother hanging; even if it meant risking dealing with the rest of the family and Bruce. Setting the wrench he’d been toying with back in its place he walked over to the practice area on the other side of the giant dinosaur. Dick laid flat on his back on the mats, an arm flung across his eyes and chest heaving with barely restrained cries. 

Jason crossed his ankles and lowered himself onto the mat next to his older brother. Reaching out a scar-covered hand he gently patted Dick’s shoulder. The older man startled and shot the arm that had been covering his face towards Jason’s nose. Jason just managed to block it as Dick stopped himself.

“Jay?” he croaked. “What- What’re you doing here?”

Jason shrugged and awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “Bike needed some tlc and I, uh, heard you…” He trailed off and refused to meet Dick’s eyes. Dick swallowed and sat up, nodding. “So… do you- d’you wanna talk about it?” Jason asked, ducking his head. The tension and mutual embarrassment was so heavy it felt like Dick’s pet elephant Zitka was sitting on them. 

Dick scratched at his nose and spoke into his hand. “Um, if you’re offering I’d… yeah I’d appreciate it.”

Jason nodded. He and Dick never really bothered to truly bond when he was Robin and had only recently started rekindling the beginnings of that brotherhood since he was no longer listed in the Batcomputer as a villain. “So what’s up?” Jason asked, nerves creeping into his voice.

Dick barked a short laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, it’s just, I dunno, you sound so… I dunno, like we just ran into each other at the coffee shop or something.” Dick gave him a watery smile and Jason couldn’t help but return it.

“I’m sorry? How do you want to start this conversation?” Jason knew that his voice had just a tad too much sarcastic bite in it but he always got defensive around Dick.

“No, it’s fine. You’re fine. I’m just not myself.” Dick said. “It’s- Today would’ve been my parents thirtieth wedding anniversary.” 

“Wow,” Jason blinked. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“Yeah,” Dick shrugged and smiled at his feet. “They got married pretty young and had me pretty soon after that. But they really did love each other. And I miss them everyday but days like today more so than normal. I, uh, even took off of work for the day cause I knew something like this might happen. I was going to hideout at the Tower but Wally, Roy, and Gar are having some eating competition and I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to get into how messed up that logic is but ok. Do you wanna spar or something?” 

Dick rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah actually. Thanks Jay.”

Jason stood and slipped his leather jacket off, flinging it to a far corner of the mat. “Don’t thank me yet, you’re going down Grayson.”

“We’ll see,” Dick responded and Jason could tell he was already in a better mood than he had been a few minutes before.

I hate one of my newest supervisors bc she feels the need to micromanage me????? Like, bitch, I’ve been working here nearly a year and I could probably be doing your job easily if 1) I wanted to be a cashier and 2) if I wanted to be a supervisor. I take pride in my work even if it’s just a shitty minimum wage job that’s all about cleaning and bagging. I can run circles around all of the other courtesy workers. I take action when things need to be done. I tell my managers what I think needs to be done then I take off and do it because they agree with me almost every time. I don’t need your shabby ass telling me how to do my job and I definitely don’t need your shit attitude when I talk with my manager above you because we’re friends but you decide you want to talk to her instead so I should go stand somewhere else. She doesn’t even shoo me away to talk about breaks or the people on shift, she just wanted to talk about her cat or some vacation she wants to take. Like just, bitch! Let me talk to my friend! I have to take off for college soon, you have all the time in the world to talk to her. God I hate that girl. She really needs to reign in her power trip or I might just stop doing my job so well when she’s in charge of me.
Sorry, I know this sounds super disrespectful, but this girl has been working there roughly six weeks and seems to think she knows more about this store than I do. She absolutely doesn’t not and she needs to lay tf off because I swear to god I will stab a bitch if I have to.

lindsay-got-lost-in-the-tardis  asked:

I hope this is alright. My supercrush this week is Noct and I'm a young mom, so could you do him in a relationship with a reader who has a young child from a past relationship? However you feel like doing it

I had such a good time writing this.  I hope you enjoy bb!

( @sonsoflucis @xnoctits @noxfreyas @paopuicecream @fieryfantasy @ultimoogle @wolfgoddess77 @itshaejinju)

The first time you had met Noctis was a few years prior.  You had been one of the new workers brought in to help with the rebuilding of the kingdom after the ordeal with Ardyn and the Starscourge.  You weren’t quite sure how you ended up being the person picked for the job when there were certainly more people with more experience.  You supposed you should have entertained the possibility that you would actually be chosen when you applied for the job.  

You’d applied on a whim, needing the better pay that this new administrative job would offer should you get it.  Working a full time job during the weekdays and then a part time job during the weekends to provide for your son and yourself was starting to take its toll on you.  You figured if the Astrals blessed you with this new job, not only would you begin to get some more sleep back but you’d also have a little more free time to spend with your child.  

Looking back on it now, you supposed you hadn’t really met Noctis so much as been in the same room as him and a dozen others as everyone went over the first order of business to begin the rebuilding.  No, when you’d first truly met the King it had been when he’d called you in to introduce you to Ignis whom you’d be working closely with to oversee the efforts of the rest of the workers.  His smile had been kinder than you’d imagined, albeit a tad tired.  That was understandable though considering he likely wasn’t getting much sleep with everything going on.  

“It’s nice to meet you,” Noctis had said once he had finished discussing all he needed to go over with the two of you.  “If you have any questions feel free to ask Ignis, he’ll be happy to help.”  You nodded with a quick “thank you” before heading out the door to begin your first task.

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crookedcherryblossoms  asked:

#4 ereri?

i’m popping these out like ur popping in tots (sorry not sorry tbh)

#4: “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Eren watched as Levi groaned quietly, plopping down on the couch in the small living quarters of the firehouse. He stood in the kitchen, boiling some water in the kettle to make him and the other man tea. But Levi seemed to need more than tea. 

“Hey, Jaeger—”

“Already on it,” Eren called, a small, prideful smile gracing his lips when Levi sighed in relief. “Two sugars, right?”

“Yeah,” Levi mumbled. 

When Eren didn’t hear anything else from the older man, he glanced over and wondered if Levi had finally fallen asleep. It would certainly be an accomplishment for him. Eren knew that he didn’t get much sleep which sucked major ass on the schedule that they worked. 

Levi practically lived in the station. Eren wasn’t sure that eleven months he had been working there, he’d seen Levi with a day off or a day where he wasn’t on call. Others had explained some situations to Eren about Levi’s personal life, but honestly, he didn’t care to hear them if they weren’t straight from Levi’s mouth. 

Once he poured the tea, Eren carefully made his way over to Levi. He wasn’t moving and Eren set the cups on the coffee table. 

“Hey,” Eren said softly, sitting next to him on the couch and gave his knee a gentle shake. 

Levi jolted awake, making even Eren jolt a little. “Shit, I dozed.”

“You kinda need it,” Eren commented and handed him his tea. “Seriously, why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. I’m sure there’s a free bunk.”

He didn’t answer, instead, sipping at his tea idly as his eyes stared at nothing. Finally, Levi set his cup down and let his head fall back against the couch. “Too sore.”

Chewing on his lip, Eren debated with himself internally before his mouth moved before his brain could stop it.  “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

The tension in the air between them choked as heavy as hands and Eren almost slapped himself for letting his tongue slip. But, Levi moved to actually look at him, a skeptical look in his eye. 

“Are you sure?”

Well, Eren thought to himself, I wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah, of course. You need it. An old man as yourself,” he teased and Levi rolled his eyes but sat up slowly anyway. 

“Wouldn’t hurt. Might as well if you’re offering.” He looked over at Eren, almost awkward. “Uh, where…”

“Couch might be best,” Eren answered with a smile. “And lay on your stomach. But, just so you know, I do have to straddle you.”

Levi grumbled something about not caring and knowing what a massage was and what Eren needed to do and he turned around to lay on his stomach after peeling off his shirt. 

Holy shit, he’s even more toned than I thought. 

Eren composed himself, straddling the back of Levi’s legs and rubbed his hands together before getting to work. He experimented a little at first, unsure of the amount of pressure that Levi wanted but soon learned that he liked it a bit on the rough side. 

“Holy fuck, Eren,” Levi moaned, “your hands are like magic.” He chuckled, leaning forward a little to press out a kink in a particular spot. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He asked and Eren almost stopped, but was thankful that he didn’t and was also thankful that Levi couldn’t see his blushing cheeks. 

It took a moment, concentrating on Levi’s shoulders for a moment before answering. “I look up to you. Have from the moment I got here. You just… you’re an inspiration to me and you work so hard,” Eren knew he was rambling at this point, words mushy and gushy and he was waiting for Levi to shove him off and tell him to shut up. But that didn’t happen. 


“Of course.” Eren smiled this time, feeling bold as he leaned forward to brush his lips over the back of Levi’s neck, gently caressing and massaging his sides. “And not to mention that you’re fucking gorgeous.” He smiled even more at the sight of the tips of Levi’s ears that were a bright pink. 

Eren stopped for a moment, hands reaching out to card through Levi’s hair and massage his scalp and he relished in the sound of Levi’s relaxed sigh. “And most of all, you deserve sleep.”

“Mmm,” Levi hummed, head turning and his sleepy, half-lidded eye looked at Eren. So he smiled, boldness coming back to lean forward to brush his lips over Levi’s shoulder and then his cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered as his lips cracked the smallest of smiles. 

“No,” Eren murmured and pressed one last kiss to the corner of Levi’s lips. “Thank you.”

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“It just takes time”

You and Harry think you might be pregnant


You had been feeling slightly off for about a week now, so of course your immediate thought was that you must be pregnant. Your stomach had been upset more than usual lately and your period was late, though only by a couple of days. You also just felt so much more tired the last few days than you usually were, although work had been getting pretty stressful. But as soon as you told Harry all of this, he immediately got the hugest grin on his face, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Babe! You’ve gotta do the thing where you pee on the stick!” Harry exclaimed, his large hands on your shoulders, his gaze falling to your stomach. And the way that his features became so soft and peaceful as soon as it did made your heart flutter. 

“Are you referring to a pregnancy test, mister?” You smiled at Harry before he finally looked back up at your face as he let out a loud laugh. 

“That’s definitely what I meant.” He leaned in to swiftly kiss you on the lips. “Shall I go pick up one from the store, my love?”

“Harry, it’s late, I’m sure the store is closed. And the drug store is so far, let’s just wait until morning.” As excited as you were, you just wanted Harry here with you right now, so you could wait. 

Harry bit his lip, considering. 

“Please, Harry, just stay with me now, we can go first thing in the morning,” you told him softly, stroking his cheek with your hand. 

After a few seconds, he finally let out a sigh and nodded his head in agreement. “Alright but first thing in the morning I’m gonna go to the store to get it,” he assured you, and you had no doubt he would keep his word. 

“Deal. Now let’s go to bed, I’m so tired,” you told him sleepily, taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom. 

Harry’s face lit up once again at hearing of one of your symptoms that had convinced him you must be pregnant. He just felt so sure that you were, it all just seemed like that’s what it must be, and he didn’t know how he would sleep tonight in his excitement. 

After getting ready for bed, the two of you snuggled up under the covers. Harry kissed the top of your head before his hand instinctively snaked down to stop on your stomach, holding it there. 

“There could be a baby in there,” you heard him whisper, in awe.

You smiled, suddenly seeing a future where the two of you laid there just like you were now except with your belly sticking out so that Harry couldn’t cuddle up as close to you as he was now, his hand on your stomach as the baby kicked inside you. 

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re going to be the best dad,” you told him, sincerely. 

Looking into your eyes, you noticed a gleam in his. 

“I love you so much, little one. Thank you, you’re going to be the most amazing mother. I just know it.” Harry leaned in to kiss your forehead, more gentle than normal, and with such care and affection that it almost made you want to cry. 

“Let’s try to get some sleep and hope for the best in the morning,” he told you, though he felt almost sure now that there was a little baby forming in you at that moment. And you felt the same. 

Despite the excitement and the anxiousness you both felt, it wasn’t as difficult as you’d imagined for you both to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Images of you being pregnant and of babies swirled around in your heads.

You groaned when you woke up only a few hours later, however. You noticed right away that the pain in your lower abdomen had been the source of the discomfort that had awoken you. Your first instinct was to become worried, that something was wrong, as you’d just been dreaming about having a huge belly, waiting for your child to be born. But it didn’t take more than a few seconds for you to realize the familiar sensation. You froze, bringing your hand down to the back of the shorts you were wearing, hoping so much that you were wrong but knowing that you couldn’t be. You brought your hand back up so that you could look at it, and there it was - blood. Your fucking period. 

You sighed loudly before gently lifting Harry’s arm that was wrapped around you so you could get out of bed and grab a new pair of underwear and shorts, heading to the bathroom. After taking care of your business, you stood looking in the mirror, the bathroom door closed, and you couldn’t help but let a few tears escape in disappointment. You had been so sure you really were pregnant, and Harry was going to be so disappointed, too. 

After a few moments, pulling yourself together, you quietly reopened the door and returned to the bedroom, only to find Harry opening his eyes at hearing your entrance. 

He smiled when he saw you, but his eyebrows quickly furrowed as he watched you come sit on his side of the bed, next to him. 

“Everything okay, baby?” He asked, concerned and confused that you weren’t going back to your side of the bed to lie down. 

You sniffled and looked down at your hands before talking, but you didn’t get the chance when Harry noticed your watery eyes.

“Hey, hey what’s the matter, huh? Please tell me what’s wrong,” he told you softly as he sat up, taking your hands in his. 

You waited a few seconds, not looking forward to giving Harry news that you knew was going to disappoint him, but finally giving up.

“Harry I’m really sorry. I wouldn’t have said anything but I really felt like I was and… I just got my period,” you finally managed to get out, not looking into his eyes. 

There was silence for a moment before Harry fully understood what this meant.

“Oh,” he whispered, now looking down at his hands as you glanced up at him. “Oh okay. Well no worries, love, we’ll keep trying. It’ll happen eventually, when it’s supposed to, you know. S’not your fault at all, it’ll happen,” Harry kept trying to convince himself, and your heart broke at the tone his voice had taken. Quiet and full of sadness. You wished so much you could’ve given him better news. 

“I’m really sorry.” Harry finally looked back at you when he heard the quiver in your voice, sighing before reaching out to hold you.

“C’mere, there’s nothing to be sorry for, little one. It just takes time.” He was telling himself that as much as he was you at this point. And Harry was so disappointed but he knew that you felt bad so he didn’t want you to see as he blinked away tears, so he just held you. 

“Try to sleep, my love, everything will be okay,” he murmured once more, but neither of you fell asleep for awhile after that. 

But at least you had each other and the lingering hope that soon enough, there really would be a baby inside of you. And fortunately for the both of you, soon enough, there would be. 


 Patrick Turner sat down in his living room, and lit a cigarette, having put his son Timothy to bed. Even though it was only 8.30 pm he felt exhausted and considered going to bed, but eventually could not decide to move. He knew if he went to bed now, he would probably lie awake for hours, even though his body felt tired to the bone. He had had a long day at his surgery, skipped his lunch break because of a beginning flu epidemic, and had hardly gotten any sleep the previous night because he had been attending a difficult birth until the wee hours.

Even though he constantly felt exhausted, sleep did not come easily to him these days. Since a couple of weeks he had a recurring dream about hands. A woman’s small and tender but also strong hands, gently touching his hands, his cheeks, the nape of his neck. He intensely felt these hands running through his hair and touching his bare forearms in a firm but affectionate grip. More recently, the image of these hands also appeared more and more frequently in front of his eyes during the day, causing him to drift off into daydreams while sitting over paperwork or waiting for the autoclave to finish.

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//Eyyy wassup! Hopping in to give an update on the ‘taking a break’ status post from last time. I took a while to breathe, look back at my work and try to figure out ways of improving it and I think I am now back to a decently confident spot to return to my normal activities.

I have many thread replies to do and a very big starter aswell and I intend to go back to answering those very soon. Some might not contain art and I think I will start being more selective about artwork on threads. Its a thought Ive been considering for a while but we’ll see. WIth that said, I wanted to kick off again in the best way possible. Few people seen a picture the past weeks for a double promo. Undortunately last attempt was very shaky because I wasnt feeling all that confident. There were many mistakes that caused the picture to look not so great, so I scratched that and started fresh.

I will be streaming this today, and hopefully I will have it done so I can get a good kick to pick up the threads from where I left them.

anonymous asked:

*slams fists on table* I NEED MADISON HEADCANONS ASAP

  • don’t even get me started on how nervous he gets around you
    • like he just gets this really really cute smile on his face and thomas just groans because he just knows that james is going to do something really awkward
    • but thomas also smiles a bit when he sees james smile because he is usually so stressed and is just really really tired but then he sees you and it’s all worth it!!
  • thomas just makes a bunch of innuendos around you guys just to see how much he can make the both of you blush collectively 
    • james always blushes more 100% of the time 
  • when james hugs you he is the type of person to give the best hugs ever and he is really really clingy so if you were planning on doing anything else that day then you might have to call in sick for work because he just loves hugging you and holding onto you because he is so aware that someone is there for him and that you’re not leaving anytime soon but he still just wants to make sure because you never know
  • he!!! loves!!! being!!! taken!!! care!!! of!!!
    • and he knows that you will take off more days and tell your boss that you need to take care of him and he just blushes and thanks you
    • but it’s not one sided!! 
    • like he will call thomas if you are sick and just requests the day off and thomas always lets him because thomas ships you guys so much
    • and he will just take care of you all day and night and will just make sure that you stay in bed and that you start to feel somewhat better although it’s not above him to almost take you to the hospital if you are still sick like even if it’s one sneeze he will probably like get the car ready because you aren’t feeling better yet and he doesn’t know what to do
      • you always call thomas and convince him to tell james that it’s just one sneeze, your s/o will be okay
  • he absolutely loves the cold weather although it tends to make him feel worse because he loves just cuddling up with you and reading and drinking coffee and just being a cute couple in general
    • thomas jokes around with you guys by saying that he always would love to join you guys 
    • ‘just to take pictures of the cute couple.’ he claims 
      • definitely not because he wants to be a part of the relationship that you guys have or anything pft
  • james is absolutely horrible at cooking like he set the kitchen on fire several times now but he is great at baking cookies and stuff like that?
  • he also has a secret sweet tooth?? like absolutely loves chocolate and jelly beans and if you get him the chocolate covered jelly beans he will probably cry because of how happy he gets
  • whenever you call him james he just gets really happy because he is called madison all day or vice president and literally anything but his own name
    • the only other person who calls him james is thomas which makes sense since they are both close friends outside of work as well

okay okay so while writing this i got the idea to add this section because i just ship it a lot now, okay?

being in a poly relationship with james madison and thomas jefferson:

  • oh gosh okay so it starts off with you and james dating and thomas is jealous for the first time in his life but he’s not sure of who because he really likes both you and james and he kinda just hints at it a little bit
    • like why do you think he likes making you both blush?? he loves seeing you both flustered and he loves just being near you guys when you are all blushing and awkward and i can just imagine that he accidentally says something that just screams that i like you both one day and all three of you are just blushing a lot and thomas is blushing the most because he pretty much just admitted that he likes both of you a lot 
    • and whenever you call thomas?? he can just feel his heart accelerating immediately and when you are telling him to make james listen to reason, he just sorta feels that he is a part of the relationship already and he does it and he effectively calms james down 
    • and he always offers to come over and make tea for james when he isn’t feeling well and you can’t take off work or miss anymore school and james always accepts but is nervous about getting thomas sick as well
    • and then you come home just to see thomas making mac and cheese for you three and wow you know it isn’t half bad like this man can actually cook
  • and james is the one to start falłing in love with thomas as well because i mean they have been best friends for so long but with you around things have changed between them and they both just act like they haven’t noticed but they have
    • so with your permission they ask if they can start dating as well and if you would be cool with that and if you are them it’s kinda like james is in the middle of you two 
    • and of course james notices that thomas gets all blushy around you and that whenever they talk about you he just lights up and goes into this rant of how amazing you are before trailing off at the end
    • it takes a lot of convincing to get homes to confess his feelings to you because james has been with you for so long and don’t think he misses the way you look at thomas as well and how you go out of your way to ask thomas to move in with you since james is too shy to do it himself but it seems like you really want him there as well
      • thomas does it and you just sorta smile and nod and accept it because he is putting his feelings on the line here because you get nothing if you wait for it
  • you guys are such a cute couple though like now it’s thomas always cooking either mac and cheese or french dishes or something because james can’t cook to save his life and you always offer to help out with cooking or baking
  • if one is sick then it’s likely the others will get sick from spending time with each other all day when they are sick because everyone makes it their duty to take care of one another
  • thomas is always singing a song in the morning while he is making breakfast so it is likely that you and james will have that same song stuck in your head the entire day
    • thomas just always smirks a bit when he hears you guys humming the song a bit 

Sometimes, he realizes that rarely is anything ever that simple.

Rating: T
Word Count: 761

…I don’t even know

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Sometimes, when he has to use the tracker to find that idiot bastard and pull him out of the river before he manages to drown himself for real this time, he admits that what Dazai’s death would mean for the Agency isn’t the only reason that he’s worried, isn’t the only thought that hurries his steps. That he’s selfishly worried for his own sake as much as for Dazai’s, that he’s not sure what he’d do—with himself, with his time no longer spent trying to harangue the man into fitting neatly into his Ideal—if Dazai ever left in any permanent fashion, and not just because it’s easier when things don’t change. Sometimes, the scolding he gives Dazai is harsher (more worried, frustrated, emotional) than usual.

Sometimes, he stops to wonder why Dazai hasn’t just gotten rid of the thing if he apparently wants to die that bad, since there’s no way that he doesn’t know by now that it’s there—since he has, most probably, known from the beginning.

Sometimes, he realizes that rarely is anything ever that simple.

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Love At First Sight with Prussia, Russia, Spain, America and England
  • Prussia: His heart would nearly stop beating. Prussia just saw the most amazing person walk by them, and no it wasn't his reflection or Gilbird. This person was just perfect. Inside and out. Prussia would slowly walk up to them, with his hands shaking. He didn't want to blow it! This person could be his lover if he tried hard enough! Once his nerves calmed down, Prussia would go back to his normal self and chat up his s/o. Somehow, Prussia convinced them to go on a date. He felt like a million bucks after that.
  • Russia: Russia's breath hitched when he saw his s/o for the first time. They were laughing at one of America's dumb jokes, and they had the cutest laugh ever. Russia over heard the conversation they were having, and they seemed like such a nice person. Someone who might understand him. After they were done talking to America, Russia slowly got up and sat next to them. 'Don't scare them, please don't' was repeated in his head. They were so nice to Russia, and that is something he has never felt before. Eventually, his soon to be s/o asked Russia to see a movie with them. Shyly, Russia said yes.
  • Spain: Holy frijoles!! When Spain first saw his soon to be s/o, time basically stopped. 'Wow, this person is amazing!!' he thought to himself. Casually, he went up to them and started a nice friendly conversation. They seemed like a person Spain would really like. Spain would even attempt to flirt with his soon to be s/o, even though it might not work on them for most of the time. Before Spain had to leave, they would trade numbers, making Spain a total mess.
  • America: America would stop what he was doing, and go walk over to his soon to be s/o, because wow. They were amazing. Even if he was having a conversation with somebody. His romantic life was WAY more important than being the hero. America would go right into flirting. If they seemed to be uncomfortable, he would back off and have a nice casual conversation. America would ask them out on a dinner-date at the end of the conversation, and trade numbers. He would go tell England how amazing they were, and how he was such a lucky guy to be going on a date with them. It would literally be impossible to get him to shut up about them.
  • England: 'Just act natural, don't pull an America' were England's thoughts when he saw his s/o for the very first time. They would come over and sit next to him, which would cause England to become a blushing mess. England would have to hide his face so France didn't come over and tease him. Once he was calmed down, he would start a friendly conversation with his soon to be s/o. England would be a gentleman, so they would be impressed and quite possibly attracted to him. When the conversation was slowing down, England would invite them over to his house for some tea later. They said that they would love to. England had to force himself not to smile so much for the rest of the day because he was so happy.

jenniferjuni-per  asked:

#7 for the fictional kiss prompts please :-)

routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

“I’m leaving in second, Jyn.”

She doesn’t pull her eyes off of the datapad to look at him. Of course, she’s well aware that this dreaded moment was to come eventually. The moment that Cassian would have to go out for another assignment for who-knows-how-long. Just because she knew it was inevitable, though, that doesn’t mean she’s exactly ready for it.

“Are you, now?” she murmurs, trying to keep her voice neutral. “Isn’t that just unfortunate.”

“Aren’t you gonna come over here and give me a goodbye kiss before I go?”

She shrugs, keeping her eyes still on the screen. “I don’t know, darling. I’m quite busy right now, it seems.”

“Are you now? Isn’t that just unfortunate?” Cassian repeats her words back to her, and she tries to fight back a smile as she continues to feign reading on the datapad. She does want to kiss him, but she doesn’t like the idea of it being a goodbye kiss. She’d been watching way to many holodramas recently, and most of them were incredibly cheesy and so predictable, but she hated to admit some of them were getting to her head.

“How many times have I asked you for a kiss while you were working and you’d try to shoo me away?”

“Many times, but I’d always give one to you, didn’t I?” He always did.

In Jyn’s peripherals she could see him leaning in for a kiss, and she presents her cheek to him. If she gives him her lips, she’ll only want to kiss him more and more and he still has to leave. She only expects for him to give her quick peck on the cheek, but when Jyn feels Cassian’s hot breath and a bit of tongue against her cheek she just has to pry her eyes off of the datapad.

“What was that?” She giggles, wiping her cheek with her sleeve.

Cassian is equally confused. “I thought you were gonna kiss me back.”

“If I do kiss you back, then you might just not be leaving as soon as you planned.”

“I can work with that.” Cassian says, leaning back into her as Jyn tosses the pad to the side and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

As it turns out, Cassian doesn’t get to leave on time.

Stuck in a rut something needs to change!

I don’t make progress in my transformation and also in the network. So tonight I made a decision. I will focus on two things. 

1. My own transformation has priority.

2. I will post my training and my progression and help others that want to become sissies for the BNWO. 

3. As soon I made enough progress, that I can present myself. Then I will start to recruit for the network. 

So what does this mean for the blog and for me building a group, updates and respond to mails.

At the moment I wont to any of this. The only blog I will now update regularly is the trainingsblog whitesissynuntraining.tumblr.com

I might do a separate blog where I show my progress. As soon I feel myself more of a sissy that is presentable, then I can go out and find Black Gods and Goddesses to serve so I can lead by example and then with proven pictures of this I can recruit others that feel the same. 

So I wont update any other blogs for now. bnwoplan.tumblr.com is mostly full off my ideas and concepts. But I need first to work on myself to make that happen. 


C:KND turned 13 yesterday

Abby (age 23) is off travelling, doing humanitarian work. She’s modest about the whole thing, and will easily admit she’s doing it more for the sense of adventure. She doesn’t have any notion that she’s changing the world.

Wally (age 23) is in graduate school, going for his doctorate. He plays a lot of local sports, still under the delusion that he’ll be scouted for the major leagues soon enough, and this stupid “Doctor Beetles” thing will never play out. But, he got this far, so he might as well see where it goes.

Kuki (age 22) has an internship with the Rainbow Monkey Corp. She’s constantly overworked and underpaid, which has been slowly eroding at her cheerful disposition, but she does feel like she’s been working her way up to better opportunities. At the very least, her energy has been noted by her superiors.

Hoagie (age 23) has two part-time jobs: one in an auto shop and the other behind the desk of a local hobby shop. The former is alright, but he does kinda get bored with the more tedious work. The latter has board games! Yipper tournaments! Models! He seriously could not be happier there.

Nigel (age ??) is off-planet. Further information is classified.

The sixth of every month, the five of them will carve out time in their busy schedules to share a video conference with each other, reminiscing on their days as Sector V and catching each other up on what’s been going on in their lives.

wip do not reblog

she’s now a lion centaur beast, gameless, half blind, missing an arm, completely unhinged and even crazier than before and shE’S COMING BACK \o3o/



:’’v work and irl junk got in the way but hopefully I’ll be bringing back Vermin’s blog v soon 

it’s gonna be slow as hell but I’ll eventually get the final chapters of her story wrapped up to explain her current state but I might just jump back as her like this cause… i dunno I think it’ll be a lot more fun and easier to play an insane rage riddled beast lady when I get off work from mcmeaties :’’V

for now tho I’m gonna try to use my days off to get some artwork done and set things up before I do jump back aboard the rp train

anonymous asked:

Anon here sending you some love, hoping you're doing okay! ^^

oh I’m doin fine! the new Legion patch has been eating me, but I’m also sorting out a new IRL work schedule. I still do doggy daycare but with school starting up its been really hectic (more dogs to take care of) and we finally got a half-day replacement for me that had to shadow me for a couple weeks. I was use to having a day off instead of a half day every day so I usually return home tired and unwanting to create things, so, blehg. Hopefully things fall into place soon. ALSO I might sound more dead on here because (besides avoiding tumblr BS) I have a twitter! The name is the same as this tumblr handle so if y’all want you can find me on there.


Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 905


    “Sergeant Johnson,” Dean shakes the officer’s hand, “I’m Agent Macklin, this is my partner Agent Poehler.”

    “Hi.” You shake his hand as well.

    “Agents. Have a seat. I heard you’re looking into the Townsend incident.” Officer Johnson is a grandfatherly old man: beer gut, thinning white hair, trimmed mustache, and smile lines. On his desk rests a photo of three children ranging from infancy to maybe eight or nine years old.

    “You heard right. Grandkids?” Dean gestures to the photo.

    “All three. Ann, Chris, and baby Andy. Light of my life.”

    “Baby, huh? You know, I just had a baby myself: little girl, three months old next week.” And then he’s taking out his phone and opening the most recent of two-hundred-forty-seven pictures he’s taken of his baby girl. No, the number is not an exaggeration. You asked him.

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