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“Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.”
Collaboration between @taurielsilvan​ & @wondcrwomans​.

Happy birthday, Kesh ( @akrhamknight)! (April 19)

Misdialed Call (Part Two)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 752

Previous Part: Part One

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Brendan's interview with ET made me so happy

He confirmed that the finale will have LOTS of flashbacks, and that we don’t just get to hear answers, but actually see answers, and that they’ll lay it all out for us.

He also confirmed that this AD story has been planned from the start. He agreed that Charlotte’s story seemed a bit random and less planned than ideal, and that “middle A” was a result of Freeform renewing the show for too many seasons. Now that middle A is done, we’re back on course to see “end A” , or Uber A/AD, who they’ve known since the beginning. He said clues have been placed as early as seasons 2 and 3, and the word he used to describe the finale is “satisfying”, even for fans of 7 long painful years.

He also said that he found out who AD is a couple weeks before the table read, because another cast member told him. He said that it didn’t make sense when he just got a name! The identity of AD alone never made sense, until he found out the why, at the table read. We heard a similar reaction with Ian, who said “I don’t buy this”. It took Ian 24 hours to digest it. Bethany Young??? Another supposedly dead character?? That could explain why it never made sense to Brendan at first. Imagine being told a dead character is alive and was actually pulling the strings the whole time!?

Some good info, thanks Brendan! The first part about flashbacks has me most excited. I’m so glad they’re going to lay it all out for us and make references/links to past seasons for us, rather than just dropping bombshells and expecting us to go make the links. Just like in 714 when they showed that scene of Mary creeping up on Spencer in 423. We need more flashbacks like that!

Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world

“Excuse me, sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you’re gonna say it’s not right”
My reply:
“Excuse me, miss
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you’re talking to?”

She said, “I don’t care, you don’t even know me”
I said, “I know but I’d like to change that soon, hopefully”
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets

“You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day
When everything inside me has died?”
My reply:
“Trust me, girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
But I offer you this easy choice-
Instead of dying, living with me”

She said, “Are you crazy? You don’t even know me.”
I said, “I know, but I’d like to change that soon hopefully”
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets

I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
But what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose

“All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you’ll never see it coming”
“Settle, precious, I know what you’re going through
Just ten minutes before you got here I was gonna jump too”

Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets

Deal (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m really sorry I haven’t posted in forever but I’ve had writers block for awhile and I haven’t really had time to write but it’s the weekend (woop whoop) so I can write a lot and hopefully I can open my requests soon!
Warnings: season 12 storyline (DONT READ IF YOUR NOT CAUGHT UP)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader bails Spencer out of jail and he is eager to meet her in person and thank her
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: Reader and Spencer have to share bed and he sleep cuddles
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“Spencer Reid.”
“Spencer Reid? His bail was denied.” The judge said.
“I am the daughter of the Chief L/N I think some exceptions could be arranged.”
“I’m sorry there’s no way…”
“This man is innocent. I have a theory to prove it and if that is not enough then I will contact my father myself. Put him on trial for bail. I’ll even pay the whole fee. No state backup.” You argued with the judge.
She looked you in the eye and nodded.
“The theory? I’m going to need to talk to your father as well.”
You explained your theory and reasoning behind why Dr. Spencer Reid is innocent and she seemed to understand and agreed to talk to your father.
People might ask why are you so eager to get Spencer Reid out of that prison, and you would give them the answer.
He doesn’t belong there.
He is innocent.
And you have been studying him since 2007.
You’ve always been interested in the man with the IQ of a genius and eidetic memory.
Not only was his intelligence impressive, it was the level of intelligence at his age that was impressive as well.
He was your age and that always sprung more interest in him to you.
You’ve watched every press conference and attended to any of his speeches he very rarely gave.
Once you heard he was in prison, you knew there was a missing puzzle piece from the picture.
You spent sleepless nights dedicated to some way to get him out because you knew he wouldn’t last more than 6 months there.
You’ve actually met him after one of his speeches and found out how socially awkward he is.
Ok your leaving some trait out.
He’s attractive.
Sooo attractive.
Anyways, you knew he had to be bailed out and your willing to spend $5000 dollars on it.
You’ve already sacrificed so much for him.
Time.
Money.
And he doesn’t even know it.
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Today was the trial.
When Spencer was dragged out of his cell and told there was a trail for bail, he was so happy yet so confused.
The bail was denied.
He almost thought it was a joke.
But when they took him to court he knew this was no joke.
He could be getting out of there.
He entered the court room and saw a y/h/c haired woman standing on the defendant side of the room.
She never turned around, leaving herself anonymous to him.
“Mr. Spencer Reid was imprisoned for the murder of Rosa Medina. You, Miss. L/N, promise to hold account of all bail fees for you plead him innocent.”
“Yes your honor.” You said looking back at Spencer.
He looked at you with disbelief.
You smiled shallowly at him before turning around again.
“Any objections?” The judge asked the half empty courtroom.
There were other men and woman in there, which you recognized as the rest of the BAU.
Everyone was silent.
“Without any objections, Spencer Reid will be bailed from prison. Tomorrow, April 6th, Mr. Reid will be removed from prison and in house arrest for 30 days. Case closed.” The judge said smacking the gavel on the table before everyone filed out.
You made sure you were first, trying to avoid any contact with anyone.
They will all ask the same question: why and how.
“Miss. L/N!” You heard behind you.
Great.
You stopped and turned around to see a young, tan man with black hair approach you.
“I don’t want to hold you here long but I just want to say thank you. On our teams and Reid’s behalf. He will be very thankful you did this. I don’t even know how you did it but… you did!” He said with a smile.
“Yeah I have connections and no problem. I think we all know he didn’t belong there.” You said with a smile.
“Well I’ll let you get going. Thanks again!” He said turning around.
You sped walked out of the court room and right when you met the doors, officers were escorting Spencer out.
He turned around and mouthed thank you to you.
You nodded and smiled.
You took notice of his restless eyes that were full of hope.
You instantly felt empathy for him, thinking of the sleepless nights he must of had in such a dark place.
You followed them out and headed separate ways.
You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as you walked back to your car.
-
You thought about visiting him.
You thought about calling the BAU and getting his address and leaving a card or something, but that would probably be too much.
As soon as the month went buy and you knew he would be out of house arrest made you happy.
He could get the help and rest he needs.
Just as you were thinking about him there was a knock on your apartment door.
You thought it was the pizza you ordered but when you opened the door, there definitely wasn’t a pizza man.
It was Spencer Reid.
His hair clean and face smooth and free of facial hair.
“Hi.” He said lost for words.
“Hey umm allow me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N L/N.” You said, keeping your hand at your side, remembering he isn’t fond of handshaking.
“I-I can’t thank you enough for what you did. I mean… I don’t even know you. I don’t know how you bailed me out and I don’t know why but… I would like to know. I would like to get to know you because to be honest… you saved my life and I owe you.” He said nervously.
You smiled and then saw the pizza guy awkwardly approach your door.
“Oh yeah uh hold on.” You said grabbing your wallet.
You approached the door with 20 dollars and paid the pizza man telling him to keep the change as you traded the food for cash.
He left and you and Spencer were back at square one.
“Do you want to come inside? I have this pizza that I could use some help eating.” You said presenting your neat and clean apartment, glad you tidied up earlier.
“Yeah I would love that.” He said coming in.
You shut the door and set the pizza down on your counter.
“I hope you like pepperoni.” You said with a small laugh.
“Who doesn’t?” He said standing on the other side of the counter.
You gave him a slice of pizza and sat down next to him on a stool.
There was a silence between the two of you, but not an awkward one.
You watched him eat, until his attention was drawn to you, making you stop and blush.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly.
“Yeah… are you?” He asked confused.
“Yeah but… I mean mentally. Physically too.” You asked again.
“I-I think so. Aside from nightmares I’m okay.” He said his brown eyes seeping into your soul.
“Physically?” You asked again.
You’ve noticed how he walked in and he’s in pain.
He looked forward and swallowed furrowing his brows.
“Headaches and minor bruising but I’m okay.” He said assuringly. “How did you bail me out?” He asked changing the subject.
“I have resources and connections. My father is the Chief of the state police.” You said taking a bite of pizza.
“How did you know I was arrested?” He asked, curiosity lacing his words.
This could be embarrassing.
“I um… I’ve always been interested in you I guess. Ever since 2007, I’ve been studying you. God that sounds creepy…”
“No no it doesn’t. It really doesn’t.” He said with a smile.
“So yeah. Your intelligence at this age just really drew me in and I was eager to know more about you so I made sure to attend or watch any press conferences and I even went to one of your seminars about criminal behavior.” You said heat rising to your cheeks.
“Yeah! I remember meeting you! I knew you looked familiar.” He said, his voice raising a few octaves in remembrance. “You were like my only normal fan.” He added making you giggle to yourself.
“So I take it you already know me pretty well but I still like have no clue who you are.” He said laughing, setting butterflies free in your stomach.
“Well I actually was interested in criminal behavior and am planning to study it in college soon.” You said taking another bite of pizza.
“Really? That five thousand dollars could have paid for text books and about half of tuition.” He said.
“Yeah but you have so much going for you and you didn’t deserve to be in there.” You said drawing your attention to your toes.
“Again, I can’t thank you enough for that.” He said.
You watched as his hand inched a little closer to yours.
He was hesitant so you made the move yourself.
You grabbed his hand and stroked the top with your thumb.
“You don’t need to thank me.” You said looking into his eyes.
“I do but I don’t know how.” He said as his eyes wandered back and forth.
“Spencer, you really don’t. I did this because it was my choice. I wanted you out of there. I needed you out of there.” You said bringing his attention back to you.
“Why?” He asked, his voice breaking.
“Because… I knew you wouldn’t survive in there.” You said.
He looked at you, asking for more of an answer. “There’s more to it than that.” He whispered.
“I-I don’t know. I knew you were innocent and I knew that the only person who could really do something was me so I acted upon it and… now we are here.” You explained quickly.
He smiled and stood up to take his plate to the sink but you quickly stood up and took it from him, doing it for him.
You carefully watched as he sat down, slightly wincing.
“What hurts?” You asked.
“Everything.” He said rubbing his eyes.
“Why don’t we sit on the couch.” You said putting an arm around his back.
You helped him walk to the couch, seeing how much pain he has been holding back.
“What did they do to you?” You asked sitting next to him.
“Nothing. I’m just sore.” He said pushing away the subject.
“No they hurt you.” You said sounding a little more concerned than what you intended.
There was a brief silence before it was interrupted by his soft voice.
“They uh… they beat me. A group of them.” He said quietly.
“How many times?” You asked just taking notice of the bruised bump underneath his bangs.
“8 times out of my whole visit.” He said as you carefully pushed his hair back.
You watched as goosebumps rose on his skin.
“My stomach is the worst.” He said, instantly regretting what he just said.
“Here let me get you a heating pad.” You said standing up but being interrupted by his hand on your wrist.
“I’m okay I don’t need it.” He said with an uneasy smile.
“Let me take care of you.” You whispered faintly.
His face softened and was full of happiness.
He slowly let go of your wrist and you retrieved your heating pad.
“What’s your favorite tea?” You asked plugging it in.
“I’m okay I don’t need…” he stopped when you looked at him with a hand on your hip.
“I-I like chamomile.” He said with a smile.
You walked into the kitchen and started to boil some water.
While you waited you sat next to Spencer.
You saw his lips part and then close again.
You knew he was going to thank you again but he already knew your answer.
“Did you get enough to eat?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah. Yeah thank you for dinner. I haven’t had pizza in awhile.” He said slightly sitting up.
Again you noticed his stiffness and the slight furrow of his brow as he shifted in pain.
“You poor thing.” You said brushing hair out of his eyes.
You didn’t think his eyes could get any softer but they somehow did.
He was comfortable and relieved.
You leaned a little closer and he didn’t stop you so you took that as an okay.
Your lips barely brushed against each other before you heard the screech of your tea kettle, making you jump in your seat.
Spencer smiled as you blushed and got up to finish making his tea.
You brought it out to the living room and set it on the table.
“It’s going to be a little hot.” You said sitting next to him again.
He took the heating pad off of his stomach and sat up holding the cup in his hand.
“Careful.” You said setting your hands over his as he was about to take a sip.
“I said it’s going to be hot.” You said again.
“I was just seeing how hot it was.” He said as you awkwardly took your hands away.
He took a little sip and set the cup down.
“You can stay here if you want. It’s getting a little late and I know how hard it is to get a cab.” You said with a smile.
“Okay thank you.” He said.
He looked at you, hesitantly but then he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.
You were surprised at first but then you happily hugged back.
“Thank you so much.” He said into your shoulder.
“Yeah. It gets lonely here sometimes. It’s nice to have you.” You said pulling away slowly.
Before you pulled away, he kept you inches away from his face.
You held your hands on each side of his face and slowly took his lips in yours.
He pulled your body closer to his as he deepened the kiss.
Then out of the blue he pulled away quickly.
“I’m so sorry that was inappropriate…”
He started to say but you interrupted him.
“Don’t be sorry. For one I kissed you and for two I wanted you to kiss me back.” You said shyly as your faces remained inches apart.
“Okay… glad to know I wasn’t the only one.” He said with a small giggle.
“I’ll let you sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch.” You said pulling away from his grasp.
“No no I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s very comfortable I won’t mind.” He said with a smile.
“Spencer please sleep in my bed.” You said crossing your arms.
“Instead of arguing, let’s come to an agreement that we sleep in the same bed. Deal?” He asked standing up and taking your hand.
“Deal.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

A Little Bit of Crazy

This all spawned after watching the Daddy Juice video with the song seven nation army and Suicide Squad all mixed together.  whoever made that video THANK YOU :D  I think there will be another part by the way :) (edit: the video was made by @jaaxtellerasf :D )

@im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy @sam-samcro

Originally posted by soaimagines


No one was sure why Natalie was with Juice.  Hell, they would have expected Happy more than Juice.  

The boys liked to joke that she was a little unstable.  She had an anger problem that could rival the Hulk only because she hid it.  And she only harnessed it when she felt it was important.

Like when they ran into her after seeing her around town, the owner of the white pit bull was on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood with a wrench dangling from her hand, blood dripping off of it.  The white pit bull was whimpering but nuzzling the back of her leg.

“Woah, Doll.  Put the wrench down.”  Tig held his hands up while she smiled and glanced down at the man.   They all whipped up their guns as she slammed the wrench into the man’s head again.

“What?  I saw him move.”  She shrugged and dropped the wrench, making her way out of the room.

“Where the hell are you going?”  Jax moved his gun so it was brought into view.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’ll see you boys at your next party, ok?”  She walked out of the room, but not before shooting Jax a small wink.

“Take the dog,” Tig said to Phil, who picked up the dog and walked out.

“Who the hell was that?”  Chibs said.

“No clue.”  Jax answered and they all shook it off, “clean up the body when we’re done Hap.”  

“Of course.”  Happy nodded and they continued to Dante.

—-

Juice noticed her before the other guys.  He narrowed his eyes at the neon orange dress, seeming way too out of place in the dark clubhouse to be a regular.  The completely un-matching converse threw him for another loop.

“Who are you looking at brother?”  Chibs was hanging out with Juice for a change instead of going after a usual crow eater.  Juice typically hung around the bar or with Piney during clubhouse parties.

“Who’s that?  In the orange?”  Juice nodded his head in Natalie’s direction and Chibs narrowed his eyes as he saw her.  He jumped out of his seat and made his way over to her, Juice following quickly behind.

“Hey, lady!”  Chibs gripped her bare arm and turned her around.

“Oh hey.”  She smiled at him while he squinted his eyes at her.

“No wrench tonight?”

“Nope,” she smiled, “who’s this?”  She pushed Chibs shoulder to bring Juice into full view.  “Hi Sweetheart.  What’s your name?”  She walked up next to him and placed her hand on his chest, running her finger nails up to rest on his shoulder.  His eyes got wide and her smile widened.

“J-Juan.  Juice.  People call me Juice.”  He said.  She softened her smile and dragged her nails down his arm lightly, lacing her fingers through his.

“Wanna get me a drink, Juice?”  She said as she squeezed his hand and he nodded quickly.

“Yeah.  Yeah definitely.”  Juice started to walk with her towards the bar and Chibs stopped him.

“She’s the one from the dog fighting ring.”  Chibs said.

“Yeah.  I’m also a hired hit-man.”  Natalie smiled while both of their eyes widened again.  “That one was my own decision though.”

“You’re a what?”  Juice asked.  His hand stayed wrapped up in hers even though Chibs looked ready to bolt.

“I kill people for a living.  You realize you guys do the exact same thing, right?  Just with a group of people.”  Natalie raised her eyebrows.  She tilted her head and smiled at Juice.  “That a problem, Juan?”

He smiled back and shook his head,  Chibs rolled his eyes and walked away from the two.

“What’s your name?”  Juice asked as two beers were sat in front of their seats at the bar.

“Natalie.  Nat if you want.”  She held her hand out and smiled as his hand slides into hers.

“Nice to meet you Nat.”  Juice smiled back and took a drink from his beer.

—-

The boys made fun of Juice once in front of her.  He was more tollarant of their jokes than she was.  Tig went so far to say she was the rabid lion on the end of the chain that only Juice had control of.  

“Juice, seriously, how do you keep a girl interested?  Especially one with bigger balls than you.”  Jax laughed while Nat’s eyes narrowed.  Juice rolled his eyes and took a drink from his beer.  Nat reached across Juice and pulled his gun from his pants and pointed it at Jax’s crotch before anyone moved.

“Say that again, Prince Charming.”  Her eyes trained on him to challenge and his lips lifted into a smirk.

“You’re just helping prove my point, darling.”  Jax said.

His eyes widened a little as she took of the safety and pushed it harder against him.

“How many girls are you going to be able to fuck when you loose the precious gem?”  Her head tilted and Juice sighed.  His hand slid down her arm and massaged her forearm.

“Nat, let it go.”  Juice leaned over and whispered in her ear.  She took a couple deep breaths and let them out.  Juice pulled the gun out of her hand and switched off the safety.  He tucked it back into his pants and took another drink from his beer.

——

“I love you, you know that?”  Juice tucked her hair behind her ear.  She smiled over him and nipped at his neck.

“I love you too.”

On Edge (Ch. 2)

Summary: Mickey goes to court, and Sammi gets handled.

Word Count: 1967

Notes: I’m only gonna do these two chapters, loved this request though :)

Chapters: 1 2


Luckily, Fiona was able to get Frank’s legal aid to handle Mickey’s case. There was no way that they were going to let him go down without a fight. Lou wasn’t to great of a lawyer, but when she wanted to help, she knew how to step up.

“Alright,” Lou said to the Gallaghers, Svetlana, Yevgeny, Kev, and Veronica. All of a sudden Iggy and Mandy walked into the house. “Iggy?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Lou!” Iggy shouted and waved to her. She was the lawyer on a few of his cases when he was going in and out of juvie as a kid. “I thought I should come and support my brother,” he spoke proudly of himself.

Lips eyes caught Mandy’s, and he felt like running, but he couldn’t. “Hey, Mandy,” he croaked out.

“Hey,” she said sheepishly. It was odd for her to speak so softly, but the sight of Lip made her feel like she was falling off a cliff. “Iggy called me— told me what happened.” She then looked to Ian. “You okay?” She walked over to him and ran a hand up and down his arm.

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The Bite//Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by stiles-and-lydia-tho


Hi! Can I have an imagine please? Stiles x reader, where reader saves Stiles from an attack but gets hurt instead of him, pretty bad, so Stiles beg Scott to turn her into a werewolf to save her life? then Stiles promise her to help her deal with all the werewolf thing and all? Thanks and I love your blog!

Y/N POV

We should’ve stayed in the car. I knew we should’ve stayed in the car yet I got out anyways. Stiles and I were staking out a cabin where he thought the omegas were staying. The omegas that apparently were a pack of two and killed four people in the last week. What a great plan. I usually would’ve said no because I would like to not die, but Stiles asked me. There’s just something about those big brown eyes that makes me weak in the knees.

Stiles and I were currently in the creepy cabin after seeing the two omegas leave. I was on lookout duty while Stiles looked for “clues”. The only “clues” we had that even said these people were who we were looking for is a hunch Stiles had. “A solid lead..” I thought to myself while staring out the dusty window.

After Stiles had finished in the cabin we were heading back to his jeep when I heard rustling in the leaves. Stiles pulled me behind a tree and one of the omegas came into view. He was walking towards the cabin, and boy did he not look happy. He stopped in front of the cabin door, like something was wrong, and then I realized he caught our scent. I told Stiles we needed to leave and we continued to make our way somewhat quietly through the leaves.

Stiles walked out from behind the tree as I saw the omega pounce. He must’ve followed our scent while we were walking. In a split second, I was in the air. My body lunging in front of Stiles as the wolf’s claws punctured my side. As I hit the ground, all I could see was the omega retreat back into the cabin and the sound of Stiles voice, laced with worry.

In and out of consciousness, I hear Stiles call Scott, telling him to hurry.  And feel his strong arms lift me out of the car and into the clinic. Deaton was there waiting for us as Stiles sat me down on a cold lab table. Not two minutes later, I hear Scott come bursting through the door. He and Deaton were whispering in the corner as Stiles stayed beside me. “Don’t leave me” he cried.

I knew I wasn’t going to make it.

Suddenly Stiles left my side and my eyes drifted closed.

When I woke, I couldn’t remember what had happened. The memories flooding back as I sat up on the cold silver table. The twinge of pain in my neck was overwhelming as I turned my head to find Scott and Stiles stare at me from across the room. Stiles ran to my side, telling me how happy he was that I was alive. It suddenly clicked that the only reason I’m alive is because Scott gave me the bite. I thanked Scott after Deaton patched me up, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me like the ocean. Stiles helped me into the jeep so he could take me home. The ride was an awkward silence the entire way, but as he pulled into my driveway he turned to me.

“I’ll help you, you know.. With the whole werewolf thing” he stuttered.

“I know you’re probably mad at me for making Scott bite you and you’re probably in shock but I couldn’t lose you. I just couldn’t”.

“I’m not mad, and I’m definitely gonna need your help..” I said softly, starting to get out of the car.

“And Stiles..?” I asked before giving him a peck on the cheek, “thank you”.


Writer’s note: Thanks for the request anon! I hope you like it! Requests are still open :) -M

anonymous asked:

(Daily-Darkrai-Sara) Sara looked at the shrine as she walked towards it,she puted her hair into a pony tail as she holded the basket,she looked at the shrine and placed the basked on the shrines front "I hope this is good enough.." she wispered as she looked at the basket that were filled with diffrent kind of sushi´s and she placed a bottle of sake beside it "Dear deities,I came here to ask for any clues to find the one who murdured my trainer,alice" she said and looked down sadly as she sighed

Our blessings may grant you the favor of the wind, rain, and land. I may not be able to do more than grant you good fortune, but your gifts are appreciated. If it means anything, you have my blessing.”

(( @daily-darkrai-sara ))

I LOVE MIN YOONGI

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Favourite ‘Agatha Christie’s Poirot’ episodes [2/10]: One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

Poirot’s dentist is murdered at his medical practice. The initial suspects are three of his patients who came for their dental appointments that day, but one of them goes missing and another dies of an overdose of anaesthetic.

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Elevator To Feeling Floor *Neymar Da Silva Santos Jr. Imagine*

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~2 Years Ago

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came by I have someone I want you too meet” Shak said opening the door

I chuckled giving her a hug, “I mean it was kind of about time that I stop by, I mean I missed my boys” I said 

She chuckled and led me through the house, “Speaking of the boys where are they?” I asked

“Sasha’s sleeping and Milan is in the back with the other boys” She said

I nodded, as we made our way to the back yard she opened the door and the first thing I’d heard was Milan’s joyful laughter. I smiled, “Milan! Look Titi’s here” She said

Instantly I saw as Milan ran over and into my arms, picking him up I peppered the little boy with kiss, “Titi! Mira!” He said pointing 

I looked to where he was pointing to see someone I who I don’t have a clue as to who he was. Shakira smiled, “Hey Y/N” Gerard said giving me a hug

I hugged him back my eyes still focused on the new face, “Oh this is my teammate Neymar, Neymar this is the boys Aunt and Shak’s best friend” Gerard said introducing us

I shook his hand, but he squeezed mine hella hard. I pulled it away and he stuck his tongue out.

~Present

I sighed waiting for the elevator to ding signaling that it was ready. After a while that familiar dinging sound rung, getting on I kept my head down looking at my phone. “Hey hold the eleva-”

I knew that voice, and I so did not hold the elevator. I chuckled to myself when the doors shut, “Point Y/N” I said to myself

“Or point nobody” That snarky voice said

I rolled my eyes looking up at the face to the voice, “Damn it I wasn’t lucky” I said

Neymar rolled his eyes, “It’ll happen to you one day” He said

I gave him the side eye while I moved to the other side of the elevator. “Things like that don’t happen to pretty people” I said 

He shook his head, “And you consider yourself to be pretty?” Neymar asked 

“Yes actually I do, and so do the other men that show interest in me thank you very much” 

“You sure those men weren’t blind?”

I sighed, “You know what you-you-”

“You-You what?” Neymar asked laughing. However his laughing got cut short as the elevator stopped moving and the lights inside went off. “Did the elevator just stop?”I asked

 “Thank you Captain Obvious” 

“Ugh you’re so annoying” I said 

“And you’re not?” 

I stared at him and shook my head, “Such a short man”I muttered

Neymar stepped closer to me, basically into my bubble and up in my face, “Don’t attack my height” He said

I stared at him, “Or what?”I dared

Neymar huffed before going back over to his side of the elevator, “Of all people that I could’ve been stuck on an elevator with it just had to be you” He said outloud

I chuckled, “Do you think you’re my first pick either?”

He pulled out his phone, and groaned. “No signal”He said

I shook my head, “Did you think you were gonna get one?This is an elevator and the power just shut off “ I said

Neymar didn’t say anything and I chuckled, “Did I hurt your intelligence?” I asked

Again nothing. After a little while he sighed, “Why do you dislike me?” He asked

I looked over to him with a raised eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see it. “Excuse me?” I asked

“Why don’t you like me?”

I chuckled, “This is coming from the guy who put yogurt inside of my purse” I said 

Neymar chuckled, “Sorry about that by the way” 

I nodded, “Sure you are” 

He chuckled once more, “No really, I couldn’t find a place and Rafinha suggested to put it there” He said 

We both laughed, “I don’t not like you” I said 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean you’re nice in a way” 

He chuckled, “So are you” 

“I know I’m nice I haven’t put yogurt anywhere in your personal items yet” I said chuckling

“I see what you did there”

I smiled, “I hoped you would” 

It went silent between the two of us for a little while before he sighed and got up moving over to sit next to me. “I-um like your hair” he said

I chuckled, “You moved over here to tell me that?” I asked

He shrugged, “That and some other things”

I shook my head at him, “ You’re something else Neymar”

Before the conversation could continue the doors to the elevator popped open, and the lights turned on. Neymar got up first helping me up, and I gave him a smile, “Thanks” 

“No problem”

“Hey! Gerard look they’re finally getting along” Shakira said

Neymar and I both looked over to the opened doors to see a smiling Shakira, Gerard rushing just in time. “Hey so when’s the wedding?” Gerard asked motioning to us

I looked at him confused until I looked down to see Neymar and I were still holding hands. We quickly released and I chuckled, “When’s yours?”Neymar asked

We both laughed, and high-fived. “Ha ha ha aren’t you two a comedic duo”

Depression doesn't work that way.

The quote that I’m responding to (from a post below): “I’ve heard that you’re claiming you’re depressed, and I’m just here to laugh at you because I know that shit ain’t true. You’re talking to people in comments and you’re mailing them and you even got yourself a nice new CW or did someone pity buy it for you? I think that’s why you claim you’re depressed so that people will feel bad for you and buy you shit. Basically you’re a POS and if you are depressed that’s kind of karma”

I don’t know who the anon who said that is. I also have no clue who they were addressing in that post. But it doesn’t matter. I want to make it as clear as I can. Depression doesn’t work that way. Mental illness doesn’t work that way. And as someone else who struggles with mental health issues, this shit makes me kind of upset. 

Anon, you are literally invalidating somebody’s illness because they don’t look depressed. That is incredibly fucked up. Who are you to judge that they’re not acting sick enough? Unless you’re a doctor and they’re paying for your professional opinion, shut the fuck up. 

You’re also perpetuating this harmful stereotype that people with depression have to act and look a certain way. This stereotype is the reason so many people who genuinely struggle reach out and are told “You can’t really be depressed. You’re always so happy!” Do you know how wrong and lonely it feels to be on the receiving end of that? 

When I attempted suicide, a lot of people on my friends list were shocked. How could I have done that? I always smiled when they saw me, I always seemed so bright and full of spirit. 

The doctor who saw me in the hospital didn’t believe me either. “Some people have depression for real, you know,” she told me. “You were smiling and laughing when I came in a minute ago. You’re not actually depressed.” She thought I had made the suicide attempt for attention, or something like that. 

Are you shocked that a medical professional would treat me that way? Well you’re no better, pal. People like you are the reason I went through that. You spread this kind of attitude and normalize it and treat it like it’s okay. You thought it was okay to write what you did and post it publicly on this blog. It’s not okay. 

You need to apologize to me, the person you were addressing, and everyone else who has felt depression’s impact and had to read your shitty post. 

That line about karma is shitty as fuck too, by the way. No one deserves to suffer mental illness, and you’re a piece of shit for saying that. 

Credits to the rightful owners Professionals?Marfia!btswords - 2100genre - humour A/N - READ THIS FIRST. But I hope you enjoy this as ive never even tried to write like this before~~Thank you! You remember how you felt when you first got the call, the first answer was ‘fuck no’ because, I mean, who would want to look after some captives from some gang for another gang for 24 hours straight? No one. No matter how many “your our only hope left”, “just this once until we’re back” and “we can’t call anyone else” - s you still give this one a no. But money talks, especially big money. And money said ‘hell yeah’ this time. 

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Hi I love your imagines. Can you please write an imagine where Daryl and Oc are following by Negan because she is 8 months pregnant from Negan and Daryl takes her with him. But she does not love Negan. She loves Daryl. Daryl has to deliver the baby because her contractions start. It’s a complicated birth Thank you:)

Hi guys! Just so everyone knows, no one cut in the line of requests. The person who sent me this request sent it to me in a private message so I’m not doing anything out of order. I know I’m so backed up on requests at the moment and I sincerely apologize. I’m sorry some of you have been waiting for so long. I work a lot so I don’t have a lot of time to write. So I just wanna say thank you all for your patience and not giving up on me and unfollowing me you’re all amazing and I love you guys! <3


Negan had multiple wives that he spent equal amounts of time with, except for Sherry who he treated as his favorite but that seemed to be because he wanted to taunt Dwight, Sherry’s actual husband.

But everything changed when you’d realized you were pregnant with Negan’s baby. He’d started treating you like a queen and most of his time was spent with you. He’d spent entire afternoons just lying in bed with you with his hand on your growing belly as your baby kicked away. You pretended to be happy in order to protect yourself and your baby but in reality, you wanted to leave this place and keep your baby far away from Negan.

You were a few days away from being thirty-five weeks. You were just thankful that there was a doctor who had somewhat of a clue and he said you only had a few weeks left to go. Your baby was kicking all the time, an energetic little thing.

Negan had been gone all night long and it was just you and Negan’s other wives. Sherry was sitting next to you, pressing her hand against your belly to feel your baby kicking, “Wow, he’s going crazy in there. Or she. What do you think it is? Or I should say what do you hope it is?”

“I just want a healthy baby to be honest,” you replied, “With as little complications as possible. But so far, everything’s been going smoothly so hopefully that turns into a smooth delivery.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, Y/N,” Sherry said, “You should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”


Negan and his boys didn’t return until dawn. Despite your disdain for Negan, you still wouldn’t wish death on him and a part of you was relieved to see he’d come back alive. You came outside, stretching your aching back as you let the morning sun warm your skin.

“Y/N, you should go back inside,” Negan said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You leaned over as Dwight opened up the back of his van and yanked out a long haired, broad shouldered man. He was white as a ghost, his neck, shoulder, and his entire right arm were soaked in blood as he struggled to breathe.

“Who is that man and what happened to him?” you asked.

“He got shot,” Negan replied, “But we’re gonna patch him up. He was part of the group that killed our people at one of our outposts.”

This man and his group had killed all the men in that outpost? You felt guilty being so impressed by that. But that man’s condition made you feel ever worse.

“What’s his name?”

“Daryl,” Negan said. He wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his hand on your stomach but you couldn’t tear away from Dwight dragging Daryl away. Negan smiled and kissed your temple, “But enough about him. How’s the baby?”

“Same as always,” you replied, “I’m kinda tired though. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think I’m gonna go back inside and take a nap.”

“Of course,” Negan said, “Gotta keep up your strength for the little one.”

“Right,” you murmured. Negan kissed your lips one last time before the two of you parted ways. The wonderful thing about Negan was that if you mentioned needing rest for the baby, he left you alone for hours. You had no idea what compelled you to see if this Daryl guy was okay but something in you just had to know. He looked so broken down and tired. You couldn’t imagine what he’d seen last night.

You headed for the infirmary to see the doctor working on Daryl. Dwight was standing by the door with a crossbow he didn’t have when he left yesterday pointed at Daryl, though it didn’t look like he had the energy or will power to even lift his head.

The doctor had removed Daryl’s bloody shirt and was cleaning the blood off his skin. You were caught off guard seeing the muscles in his arms and his firm chest, moving in and out with every breath. You turned away, overwhelmed by shame seeing this poor wounded man in such a way.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing in here?” Dwight snapped, “You know him or something?”

“No,” you mumbled, “I just wanted to see if he was okay.”

“Why do you care?” Dwight muttered. Daryl looked up a little to look at you, his blue eyes peeking through his thin hair hanging in his face as the doctor started cleaning and wrapping up his wounds.

“Because maybe I still have compassion,” you retorted, “Unlike you. You jackass.”

“Watch your goddamn mouth,” Dwight snarled.

“What’re you gonna do? Hit me?” you said, opening your arms challengingly, “Do it, Dwight. Do it. Negan’ll do more than just burn your face you put your hands on me.”

“You think you’re so goddamn special because you’re pregnant,” Dwight shot back, “Moment that kid comes out you’re gonna be nothing to him.”

Dwight was correct but you refused to let him know that, “You’re so full of shit, Dwight. All I did was come and check on this guy. Why don’t you just shut your goddamn mouth for five minutes.”

“You’re not even allowed to talk to him,” Dwight argued.

“Funny, you can’t tell me what to do,” you said. You approached Daryl and he cowered slightly, flinching even though you didn’t even raise your hand to touch him, “Hey it’s alright. I won’t hurt you. This doctor’s gonna fix you up. You’re gonna be okay.”


You had no idea that would end up being a lie. After they patched Daryl up, Dwight had him stripped and thrown into a dark room for the next two days with “Easy Street” playing over and over again. You passed by his room a couple times to take a peek and your heart broke every time you saw him curled up in the corner, his skin slick with sweat and covered in dirt and nothing to eat but dog food sandwiches.

You kept an eye on Dwight on the second day, memorizing his schedule of visits to Daryl’s room. He would turn the stereo off briefly when he brought him his barely passable sandwich and then he would turn it back on and leave him until the next day. But this time, you refused to allow it. As soon as Dwight was gone, you snuck in and turned off the stereo.

Opening the door, you held out a bowl of soup as Daryl curled up as much as he could against the corner, keeping his head down. You would’ve bent over or sat down but with how big you were, you’d never be able to get back up again.

“Hey,” you said, shutting the door behind you, “Don’t tell anyone but here, have some soup. It’s better than dog food, right?”

“That yours?” he said.

“Well, yeah kind of but I already ate and I’m really not hungry,” you said, “I think you need it as much as I would.”

“You’ve got a baby to feed,” Daryl said, gesturing to your belly, “You need it more than I do.”

“Please,” you said, “Please take it. I’m sorry this is happening to you. I wish I could do more to help you.”

“Don’t get mixed up in this,” Daryl said, “Dwight’s right ya know. Soon as that kid comes out, Negan might not be so nice to you.”

“I can handle it,” you said, “I just can’t stand the thought of them doing this to you. This isn’t fair. I wish I could get you out of here…I’d love to leave this place.”

“You wanna leave?” Daryl said, “Thought you loved the guy.”

“Nope,” you replied, placing the bowl of soup in his hands. He ate quickly, which was probably a good thing since you would have to leave soon before you were caught, “I handed over my self-respect and my dignity in order to survive. I wasn’t counting on getting pregnant. But I think he was.”

Daryl grunted, eating the soup eagerly as he hadn’t had a decent meal in two days. If he ate any faster, it might not stay down but you understood his desperation. He was better than you, refusing to kneel for Negan, refusing to hand himself over. You’d handed yourself over and it was one of your biggest regrets because now you were trapped forever.

Once Daryl was finished, you took the bowl back and hurried out of Daryl’s dark, stuffy room. You’d forgotten to turn the stereo back on and he was unbelievably grateful for it as it gave him a chance to get some decent sleep. Unfortunately, it made things suspicious. Negan knew someone had gone in and helped him. And Daryl’s poorly timed escape attempt shortly after that wasn’t helping Negan’s suspicions.

“Y/N, someone told me that they saw you take your lunch and leave with it,” Negan said, “Where did you go?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your book and you patted the bed, “I took it in here. My back was hurting and I wanted to be more comfortable while I ate.”

“So, you didn’t give your lunch to anyone else?” Negan said, taking a seat beside her on the bed, “I’d hate to think that it was you that helped Daryl out. You wouldn’t lie to me. Would you?”

You tucked a bookmark into your book and set it down on the nightstand, “I…I couldn’t stand what you were doing to him.”

“Y/N!” Negan snapped, “He killed our people! He broke the rules!”

“Negan, please,” you said, “I think you’ve done enough to him. Don’t you think it’s time to stop? Just put him to work like you do everyone else. You’ve already shot him, killed his friends in front of him, humiliated him, and god knows what else.”

Negan leaned in close, his breath hot on your ear as he lowered his voice, “I don’t wanna find out about you helping him ever again. You understand me, Y/N?”

“Negan-”

“I said do you understand me?!” Negan shouted, “Yes or no, Y/N!”

“Yes,” you squeaked, “I’m sorry.”

Negan’s expression softened and he smiled as he lowered to kiss your belly, “Goddamn, Y/N. You’re lucky that you’ve got that damn gorgeous pregnant glow.”


Daryl was blown away by you. Despite Negan’s warnings, you still paid your visits, mostly at night while everyone was asleep. You kept him company which made the captivity just slightly easier on him. He’d even gotten to feel your baby kick. He had to admit he’d grown a little attached to you and your baby.

“So you really hate Negan?” Daryl said.

You nodded, “I mean, you and Dwight are one hundred percent right. Once I give birth, I go back to being another plaything. What if he takes my baby from me and I never see him or her? It’s scary. I wish I could get away but I can’t. I’m stuck here forever.”

“I know the feeling,” Daryl muttered, “We’re both stuck here in Hell.”

Another few days passed. Negan took Daryl with him to Alexandria, most likely to taunt Daryl’s people with his presence. A young boy had shown up out of nowhere, killing two of Negan’s people. Apparently, he was Carl, the son of Alexandria’s leader, Rick Grimes. You paid him no mind when Negan brought him in to introduce you and the other wives. Daryl was instantly on high alert when he saw Carl in Negan’s hands and you loved that he still cared about his people despite what he had to endure.

You found yourself falling for the man. And funny enough, he found himself falling for you. But they had just stood there and watched Negan burn a man’s face with an iron because he slept with his own wife that Negan had claimed as his wife instead. Daryl would end up getting beat to death with Lucille if anything happened between them. And you couldn’t risk Daryl or your baby’s life for that even though he made your heart full.

Towards the end of the day, Daryl’s worry over Carl got him sent to his pitch black, stuffy room and Negan left to take Carl back home. With Negan being gone for the next few hours, it would give you some peace and quiet. Things were always better when Negan was gone.


After a long week, you finally had the time to lie down and finish reading your book. Or at least you thought you did. You were soon interrupted by rapid knocking on your door.

“What the fuck?!” you snapped, struggling briefly before finally managing to get yourself out of bed, “Hang on! I’m coming!”

You walked towards the door and opened it, shocked to see Daryl standing there with a key in his hand, “Daryl? How did you get out? What’s going on?”

Daryl held up a piece of paper with the words “Get out now” written in black market on the piece of lined yellow paper. Taped to the back was a key which Daryl had ripped off and was now carrying with him.

“You said you wanted to leave,” he said, holding out his hand, “You gonna come with me?”

“Y-yeah,” you said, grabbing his hand. You shouldn’t have been so surprised at how easy it was to say yes. You talked about leaving all the time. You hated Negan and everything he did and said. But why was your eagerness still so shocking to you?

You led Daryl through the hallways, knowing your way around better than he did. He held your hand tightly in his, keeping you as close to him as he could, his other hand patting your stomach every now and then. Every time he touched you, it made the baby kick. But every time the baby kicked, a cramp hit you and it almost made you have to stop walking after a while. But you forced yourself to ignore the discomfort and keep going.

A truck was waiting for the two of you outside the compound and Daryl practically dragged you behind him on the pavement towards the truck. He helped you into the truck and sped off. You shook as you looked out the window at the compound getting smaller and smaller.

“We actually got out,” you said, “It shouldn’t have been that easy. Don’t you think?”

“We shouldn’t stop and find out,” Daryl replied, “You alright?”

“I think so,” you said, feeling your stomach tighten under your hands as you felt another cramp roll in, “Just feel kinda funny.”

“Y/N?” Daryl said, placing his hand on your stomach, “Are you going into labor?”

“I don’t know,” you whimpered, “This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not even thirty-six weeks yet! I mean…I’m a few days away from being thirty-six weeks but I can’t be going into labor yet.”

“We’ll drive as far as we can before we have to stop,” Daryl said, “Try to hang on, Y/N. We should try heading for the Hilltop colony. They’ve got a doctor there that can help you.”

“I don’t think we’ll make it that far, Daryl,” you said, curling up in your seat, crying out as another contraction hit you, “Ow, ow, ow! Daryl, I’m so scared.”

“Don’t be,” Daryl said, reaching for your hand, “I’ve got you.”

Negan hadn’t even returned to the compound yet so the two of you had been given at least an hour head start. By the time Negan would return, you two would become hard to find.

But with each passing the hour, the more impossible it became to handle the pain you were feeling. It had gotten bad enough at one point that you had stuck your head out the window to vomit. Daryl got as close as he could to Hilltop before you knew it couldn’t wait anymore.

Daryl stopped the car as you breathed heavily, looking around at the trees surrounding you, drooping branches hanging over your heads to shield you from the sun, “What’re you doing?”

“We’re gonna have to do this out here, alright?” Daryl said, “I’m gonna help you, Y/N.”

“I’m scared,” you sobbed. Daryl opened up the passenger side door and helped you out as you nearly collapsed in agony. Daryl held tightly onto you as he laid you down on your back.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Y/N,” Daryl said. He pulled down your pants and set them down inside the truck, draped over the seat, “Your kid’s gonna be fine, Y/N. You trust me.”

You struggled to take deep breaths as you nodded, “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

Daryl bent your knees and spread your legs, taking a deep breath, “Okay, you’re gonna have to start pushing now, Y/N. Big push.”

You grabbed onto the back of your knees, pulling your legs back as your pressed your chin to your chest, your eyes shut tight as you pushed as hard as you could. Pushing relieved the pressure in your stomach even if it was just for a moment. For at least an hour it felt like nothing was happening even though Daryl kept telling you that you were doing great and to keep going.

You slammed back down, your head landing in a pile of leaves. You panted, dropping your legs, “I can’t do it, Daryl!”

“Y/N you’ve gotta keep going,” he said, “You’ve got a head here.”

“What?” you said, “I do? Really?”

Daryl took your hand and placed it between your legs, allowing you to feel a tiny thin haired head that was beginning to crown. You gasped and almost burst into tears, “My baby!”

“Exactly,” Daryl said, “Means you’re gonna have to hurry and get ‘em out, alright? Come on, Y/N. You’ve got this. You can do this.”

His words of encouragement and his kind blue eyes gave you the strength to get back up and push as hard as you possibly could. There was a burnings sensation in between your legs and you cried out, the feeling of being torn making you dizzy.

Then everything stopped. The pressure was immediately relieved and Daryl stopped talking to you. After a few seconds of silence, you heard the sounds of a baby starting to cry. You would’ve enjoyed the moment a lot more if you weren’t feeling so light headed.

“Is it…” you whispered, “A boy or…”


You expected to never wake up. You were certain that childbirth had killed you. Instead, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a moment, you thought you were in your own bedroom before the world had fallen apart. But then the door opened and Daryl stepped into the room.

“Daryl,” you said, “How long was I out? Where are we?”

“Hilltop,” Daryl replied, “And you slept through the night. Your baby made it. Just needs to be watched over a little closer but that’s all. He’s doing just fine.”

“Oh thank god,” you said, “I’m so glad that…wait…did you say he?”

“I did,” Daryl said, looking down to hide a smile, “You had a boy, Y/N.”

“A boy,” you whispered, “A little baby boy. Daryl, thank you so much for helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, “Least I could do. After all you did to help me. I would’ve lost my fucking mind if you hadn’t been around.”

“Come here,” you said. Daryl walked towards your bed and you grabbed his hand, “I’m glad we took the risk. I’m glad I left with you. We’ll never be apart, Daryl. Right?”

Daryl nodded, “I ain’t leavin’ you, Y/N. Or your boy. I won’t let Negan get his hands on either one of ya. He don’t deserve ya.”

You smiled and reached up to touch his cheek, “You’re a good man, Daryl. I knew Negan was wrong about you, about your people.”

Before you knew it, Daryl’s lips were on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck. For a moment, the thought of Negan finding out about this made your heart race and made you feel lightheaded all over again. But you were behind Hilltop’s walls now. You were safe. You had your baby boy and now you had Daryl. You felt bulletproof.

“So, tell me, Y/N,” Daryl said, stroking your cheek, “What’re you namin’ this little boy of yours?”


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Day 10: Syaoran Has a Secret Admirer (SyaoRyuuou)

They were parked alongside the highway outside the city, on a rare night without a performance, when Syaoran found the flowers on the table. He was returning late to the trailer his best friend Ryuuou, and he shared after a long day of repairing tent canvas, and cleaning… well, everything. Ryuuou didn’t have to do much when they weren’t performing, except for daily practice, but there was still plenty for Syaoran to do as a backstage hand.  All the trapeze apparatuses, and the rolling stage, and backdrops that all just end up grimy, and then the main circus trailer truck needed a shine as well. With raw hands, Syaoran entered the small trailer, intending on just flopping onto his little bed and calling it a day.

But Ryuuou called out to him as he entered, halting his downward progress towards his bed.

“Huh?” Syaoran said, unsure what his roommate had said. Ryuuou was sitting in the driver’s seat of the trailer (one of the more comfortable seats) and studiously looking down at his hands, playing a game maybe.

“There’s something for you on the table.”

In between the back end, which had Syaoran’s bed, the door and the small bathroom stall, and the driver’s area and the raised platform that was Ryuuou’s bed, there was a small, clamped down table. And on it, Syaoran noticed a vase of flowers. Squinting, Syaoran got up from his half horizontal position, and came closer.

They were yellow and orange, something with wide open blooms, but not roses or daisies (about the only flowers Syaoran could identify. There was plastic wrapped around them, and a ribbon tied. They were obviously a bouquet like the ones the performers got quite often.

“These have got to be your’s, Ryuu,” Syaoran said. After all, he was just a hand. No fan would send him flowers.

“Check the card,” Ryuuou said, still without turning around. Syaoran looked at him, and noticed the back of his neck was red. Odd.

Syaoran pulled the small rectangle out of the bouquet and flipped it open. Inside it read:

To Syaoran, from your secret admirer

Syaoran’s face flamed, and he quickly turned the card back over, to check the front. No name. Inside only said those words, with no clue of who could have sent it.

“W-what? Who could have sent this?” Syaoran stuttered, holding the card like it was going to bite him. Ryuuou continued to not turn around, as Syaoran panicked. “This has to be a mistake, right? I mean, who…”

Could it have been… Sakura? But no, she probably didn’t know he existed, she was the star silk artist, and he was just a hand. They’d never even spoken, and if it was Sakura, there was no way he’d be able to look at her in the eye.

…Wait a second…

Syaoran narrowed his eyes, and looked at the handwriting of the note. Then, he snapped his eyes to the board above the table, which held various flyers for their shows, pictures from the tour, and sticky notes between him and Ryuuou. There was something familiar about that handwriting.

“Ryuuou, do you know who wrote this?” Syaoran asked, and watched as Ryuuou’s shoulders tensed. He still hadn’t turned, staring at whatever he was holding.

“Uh, no, of course not, they were just- just sitting here when I got back, um…” His voice was nervous. Syaoran tilted his head.

“Inside on our table? But no one has keys, except Kurogane, but I know it’s not him.” He and Fai were definitely a thing. And if they weren’t a thing, they would be soon. Syaoran was generally oblivious to things like that, but they were just that obvious.

Ryuuou flinched, and ducked, drawing his knees up until he was just a little ball on the seat, pressed against the steering wheel.

“I mean, I meant it was outside. On the step, and I found them when I got back from…”

“Oh yeah, weren’t you planning on going to the grocery store today?” Syaoran asked, noting the logo of the nearby grocery store on the tape holding the flowers together.

“Yeah! And, I got… milk?”

“Great,” Syaoran said, beginning to realize what it meant that Ryuuou had gone and bought these for him, and then given him a card that said that. His face was growing warmer by the second, but there was a pleased bubble inside his chest. He bit his lip against a smile. “Uh, Ryuuou? I want to show you something.”

Ryuuou relaxed, thinking that the topic had passed, perhaps.

“What’s up?” He turned around on the seat, and got up on his knees. Syaoran moved over in time to press his lips against Ryuuou’s. The bouquet was being crushed between them, and Ryuuou had squeaked in shock, but they quickly found a slow rhythm. Ryuuou’s lips were warm, and soft under his, and Syaoran found himself distantly marveling that this was happening.

When they mutually pulled back, Ryuuou was staring open mouthed, his face bright red, and lips interestingly pink. Syaoran was sure he was no better; he felt overheated, but even so a smile threatened to overwhelm him.

“Uhm,” Syaoran said, and Ryuuou’s stare broke into a laugh of delight.

“How’d you know it was me?” he asked, and Syaoran laughed too, batting him on the head.

“Your handwriting, dummy.”

“Oh,” Ryuuou said. “And… you’re okay with it?”

Syaoran nodded. He was sure he was, and proved it by pressing his free hand to Ryuuou’s shoulder, and tugging him close again. His lips were just as pleasant the second time.

Remembrance. [Newt Scamander Oneshot.]

i finally got it done im so proud. 
Forgetfulness, Part One.
Memorable, Part Two.

Tagging:  @iwatobiswimbros, @adeaart, @tikkimae, @littlemisspotterhead, @why-do-i-do-things, @azraa-xo, @ikon-teen, @thisisthelilith, @quiskcilver.


Title: Remembrance.
Pairing: Implied- Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 1,538.
Rating: T.


Fingers secured a grip on his suitcase as he peered spaciously in front of him, not fixating his gaze on anything in particular. Rubbing his forehead softly with his free hand, his reddish-brown hair tickled at his fingertips as Newt looked out at the busy New York street from his place in a small concave off the road. It was once the entrance of what appeared to be a church, but Newt wasn’t sure. All he knew was that this was the best spot to look at the entire block in front of him, from left, to the front and to the right. You just need to push yourself to do it, Newt thought to himself. You’ve never had this sort of trouble before. Truth be told, mentally Newt felt like he was at the most intense crossroads of his entire life. Or at the very least, one of many.

On one hand, he knew that you weren’t going to remember and that he had the absolute possibility of shuffling his way back into your life. And on the other, he knew that you weren’t going to remember and he wasn’t going to be appealing to you like he had been before.

The latter was an effect he had on many people, as Newt assumed that he annoyed most everyone he met. It seemed to be a fatal flaw, but to Newt it was the truth and he stood by it to the point of confidently letting it spill that he does in fact bother people at times.

Don’t over-think, Newt. Just… relax… If it’s meant to be, it will happen. He knew what intersection you would be crossing in about five minutes, and the mental fight he was having with himself was nothing short of yelling inside of his mind. It was a now or never situation. Flight or fight, he reminded himself. He could almost imagine hearing Pickett squealing and squeaking at him to just do it, just ball up your fears and do it! You’ll never know the outcome if you don’t try. The imaginary pep talk he had received from Pickett seemed to be the push that Newt needed in this very moment.

Pickett was right. If you don’t try, you’ll never know what’ll happen. These were words that didn’t have any impact unless acted upon. Being insecure wasn’t an option any longer. Clenching his fist even tighter around his leather suitcase, Newt drew a deep breath in. It was chilly to the point where breathing occasionally felt like taking a snag of fire into your lungs. It burned. Peeping out of his spot, Newt gazed around with bright green eyes before walking forward. And, you’re flying. He stared at his feet. You know what to do, you’ve given it enough thought as is.

Newt intended on bumping into you a few feet before the crosswalk began. In less than five minutes now. And it was then and there where he would strike conversation or attempt to do so. He just hoped that you were willing and found him appealing enough. Collapsing his free hand into a fist, green eyes stared down at the concrete ground for a second in pure contemplation. This was the right thing to do, Newt said to himself, you’ll live a life of regret if you don’t do this.

You had looked down for only a split second to assure you had grasped the bag off your desk at work before heading home. It was indeed snug in your hand. Laughing to yourself, you patted said bag and thought, It could be staring me in the face and I’d still have to make sure it was there. After that– it seemed sort of like a blur. You had run into something, and with the assumption that it wasn’t actually a person and may have been an unseen trash or small tree, you looked up. Despite this, you were flourished with a peacock colored jacket hugging a slender figure who was now bent over.

“I’m so sorry!” You gasped, reaching down to help the stranger gather the few pieces of paper that had fallen out of the leather-bound notebook he was clutching to in his right hand. Beside him lay another leather item, this one being a suitcase. You stared at it for a second, a dull pricking sensation clawing its way up your spine and into your mind. Shaking your head, you figured you must have seen another person carry a suitcase similar prior to this moment.

“I wasn’t watching where I was going… I’m so, so sorry…” In a kind gesture, the man in front of you reached a hand out to help you stand. Accepting with a small bit of hesitance, the two of you rose simultaneously and with a swift move, the notebook was in the pocket of his jacket, and he was reaching down for the suitcase.

His hair shone in the dim light peeking through the clouds above, giving it a sense of being much more red than it was brown. Strangely, the first feature of his that you found yourself fixated to was his nose. It was quite cute, and right in front of your face. Freckles expanded from there, onto his cheeks and some even lined his lips perfectly. “I should uh—” You blushed and reached his eyes. They were a soft green, almost like the ocean foam you’d dip your feet in at the beach. “Watch where I’m going…”

“It’s quite alright.” Newt finally spoke, and something about his voice sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. The intensity of his stare seemed to overpower you. With the left side of his body tilted towards you, Newt informed sporting a rather charming grin, “I’m very much the same way. I very solemnly watch where I’m going, a habit I picked up when I was a kid…” Newt stopped and gazed down at his feet. What was he doing sharing childhood habits so nonchalantly? Newt covered his mouth with a balled first and repeated himself, “I’m very much the same way. Clumsy at times.”

You smiled at him, and not in a fascinatingly polite way. You seemed to shoot the smile you had reserved for more intimate moments. But, you couldn’t help yourself. Looking at him in front of you, his legs slightly bowed and the jacket… You were so sure you had seen someone in a jacket of such a color before, but no literal memories were associated with that feeling.The heat started on your cheeks and seemed to spread around your body as you studied him.

There was no doubt that he sparked a soft remembrance inside of your mind. Was it his eyes? Those strikingly beautiful green eyes, that appeared to be more of a dullish green due to the overcast sky above? Or perhaps the freckles that lined his pale skin? They did trace his features, as if artistically splattered there by the hands of a god. Not to mention that sharp jawline that could cut any diamond down to size. Was it the way he was talking to you, as if he already knew about you, knew who you were and what you did? Something about the way this man was holding himself was a domino in your mind, triggering vague memory after vague memory. But it was strange. You’d have remembered such a dazzling looking man if you had met him on the streets, so why couldn’t you now that he was in front of you?

It’s as if I’ve seen him in a dream before, you thought to yourself and finally spoke up, “You look awfully familiar.” Your voice was like heaven in the air. Pure and light, just the same as Newt had remembered it being; as dramatic as that sounded, for he had only last heard your voice a few weeks ago.

Yes! He wanted to scream at you, Yes! You’ve seen me before, don’t you remember? Please, remember… You know me and I know you… It’s meant to be, isn’t it? His thought stream came to a stop when he gazed up and caught glances with you. Surely, that wasn’t the same as it was before. You were more distant, and looked at him as if you hadn’t the slightest clue of who or what he was. As you said your next words, Newt swore up and down that your expression changed for a split moment before returning to one of slight confusion. “Have we met before?” You finally came around to asking as you smiled politely at his previous staring.

Newt grew silent in front of you and fiddled with the end sleeves of his coat. Yes we have, he murmured to himself, we met and it was possibly one of the most thrilling experiences of my entire life… But, I had to obliterate you… You couldn’t remember, because of some… law…

There was a subtle twitch under his right eyes as he forced himself to answer, “No.” Newt’s voice broke and it was painful enough to have answered like that, “We haven’t. I’m sure-” He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, “I’m sure I’d have remembered.”


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Movie Anon here. 🎥🎥. The following quote I'd from a late 90's movie. Can you name it? If not when you reblog ask for a clue. "I love you. I've loved you for nine years, I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and... well, now I'm just scared."

Oh gosh. I do not know. I feel like the answer is in the back of my mind as it seems so familiar. I’m going to have to ask for a clue. Was it a female or male character who said this?