now is a good time to mention i don't like hospitals

Meant to Be - Part Five: Fine

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

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Word Count: 2512

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @abbyg14 for being a sweetie-pie

A/N: aaaaaaah ily. enjoy <3

also I want Laf to be my best friend

When Alex heard the knock on his door, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. His dad was at work, leaving Alex at home alone, and he really wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Too nervous and self-conscious, Alex made the decision to let them assume no one was home and leave. Before Alex could cozy himself further into his cocoon of blankets, however, his phone buzzed.

Laf: C’est moi.

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine - I Can’t Do This Anymore. Why Don’t You Love Me Anymore?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word Count: 1651
Prompts: 21. “I can’t do this anymore.” and 118. “Why don’t you love me anymore?”
Blurb: Stiles Stilinski is madly in love with Lydia Martin who doesn’t care about Stiles, so why can’t she be madly in love with Stiles, who doesn’t care about her?
Author’s Note: My next update will be a Peter imagine :-)


It was a known a fact that Stiles Stilinski was madly in love with the one and only Lydia Martin who was taken by the school’s heartthrob, Jackson Whittemore. The whole school and most importantly, you knew it. But if Stiles could like Lydia, who was taken, why couldn’t you like someone who was mentally taken? Ever since you could remember you had had a crush on Stiles Stilinski who was head over heels for Lydia and had probably never noticed you.

But you couldn’t stand back in silence, you needed to know if there could ever be a future between you and Stiles. So you decided to ask him out on a date. You had been working up the courage to ask him out for weeks and you had come to a conclusion, he was probably going to say ‘no’, but at least you would know for sure there could be nothing between the two of you.

So you went up to him and introduced yourself, turns out he knew who you were, which was a good start. And then you went right out and said it, “So would you maybe like to go on a date with me sometime?” He hesitated, looking confused.

“Sure.” He flashed you a goofy smile and your heart melted. He said ‘yes’! You kept your cool and smiled, exchanging numbers. You walked away and once you were out of earshot, squealed. Maybe there could be a future for you two, one without Lydia Martin.

You were the happiest you had been for a while when Stiles said ‘yes’ and once you actually started going on dates, you were absolutely ecstatic.

However, your high was slowly declining once Lydia had broken up with Jackson. You were nervous when you heard about their break up, you were certain Stiles would leave you straight away and go immediately for Lydia. He had liked Lydia before you, he had liked Lydia more than you and he probably still did.

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw Stiles at school the next day as he trapped you in a tight hug. He said he missed you from the last time he saw you and you foolishly told him you loved him. It slipped out of your mouth before you could help yourself and you were left staring up at him, hoping he felt that same as you.

“I love you too.” He smiled down at you and you beamed up at him. ‘I love you’ wasn’t just something you said to anyone, you had to really mean it and now, you obviously really meant something to Stiles.

At lunch, you sat next to Stiles and for some reason, Lydia sat with you. Lydia never sat with you guys, she was too ‘popular’ for you guys. Stiles gave her one hundred percent of his attention. You weren’t too concerned, but you did feel a bit deflated, especially after this morning. You talked to him, but he only gave you one-word answers, immediately talking to Lydia again.

This situation was the first of many other times where you were left feeling deflated. Stiles was spending more time with Lydia, seeing her after school, walking her to classes and talking to her all the time. You never understood why Stiles was so into her, she only ignored him and treated him like scum. You didn’t hate Lydia, you just had a mild dislike for her, she was stealing your boyfriend’s attention without even trying.

You were sad that Stiles was treating you like this, you thought he would leave you for Lydia, but it was worse. Stiles was telling you he loved you, but never showed it.

The school dance was coming up and you honestly weren’t sure whether or not Stiles was going to ask you. You had been dating for a few months and whenever Lydia wasn’t around, you were having the time of your life being Stiles Stilinski’s girlfriend. However, as soon as Lydia Martin was even mentioned, you went back to doubting your relationship with him. You knew this was bad, you knew this was the beginning of an extremely unhealthy relationship, but you loved Stiles and he made you feel like a princess. He spoiled you and was genuinely a nice guy.

You were over the moon when Stiles asked you to the dance and you felt stupid for doubting your relationship. You had always looked forward to the dance and you were so happy to be going with the man you got to call your boyfriend. You hugged him and squealed and Stiles ran a hand through your hair, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you.” He whispered. Lies was the first thought that came to your mind, you were embarrassed to think that and quickly pushed that thought away. It was obvious he loved you now.

“I love you too.” You nodded slightly and smiled up at him.

One night you were laying in bed with Stiles at his house. You loved his room, it just screamed ‘Stiles’ if that made sense. You were laying on your back and Stiles was laying on his stomach. Your heads were next to each other and you were talking about the dance.

“I’m so excited to pick my dress out.” You exclaimed joyfully.

“I can’t want to see you in the dress,” Stiles smirked looking over at you. You giggled and faced him as well.

“And I get to get my hair and makeup done.” You smiled making Stiles laugh.

“You look fine without it.” He told you.

“But it’s fun.” You exclaimed.

“Do I get to shop with you for your dress?” He asked.

“No, you can’t see me in my dress before the dance.” You explained making him look at you in confusion.

“This isn’t a wedding.” He laughed and you smiled at him. It would be nice to marry Stiles one day. You laid in silence for a while before Stiles broke the silence.

“What type of dress do you want?” He asked and you bit your lip thinking about it.

“I don’t know.”

“What dress do you think Lydia is going to wear?” He asked making you look at him in confusion. He was looking straight ahead.

“I don’t know.” You said slowly. You sighed, you wanted to leave, you felt stupid. You looked at your phone and said, “I have to go, it’s getting late.”

“But it’s only eight.” He was confused.

“I know, but I still have to study for a test.” You lied, you didn’t have a test.

“Oh,” he looked sad as you stood up, “what test?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You kissed his cheek and walked out the door without saying anything else. As you stood outside his house you let out a breath. You held your head up high and walked to your car, driving home.

You were excited about the dance, it was meant to be one of the best nights of your life. You were meant to feel happy the entire night, it was meant to be a night you would tell your children. This was a night, you were never going to tell your children, and if you were going to tell them about this night, the message of the story would be to never fall in love. Because love sucked. Stiles sucked. Lydia sucked. Beacon Hills sucked.

Stiles had asked you to dance, but he wasn’t really with you. His gaze was mostly on Lydia and although he had told you, you looked beautiful, it was obvious he thought someone looked just as, or even more beautiful than you.

Then Stiles ran off after Lydia who then got attacked by the mysterious animal no one knew anything about. You understood that this was a hard time for Lydia and you shouldn’t be angry at her, she could’ve died. But you did feel a little jealous that she was stealing your date. You were left by yourself for the rest of the night and had to call your mum to pick you up. You were so embarrassed and you didn’t want to talk about it. Even though you absolutely adored Stiles, you really wished he would break up with you rather than pretend to love you.

You went to the Hospital with Stiles to see Lydia and you felt sorry for her. You also felt sorry for yourself considering Stiles continued to visit her and even stayed overnight for her, rather than being with you. You believed he was just being a good friend, he just wanted to make sure she was safe, but deep down inside you knew his daily Hospital visits meant more.

You decided not to say anything, but you couldn’t hold back when Stiles messaged you to say that he couldn’t come to your house tonight. You asked him why and he said it was because he was at the Hospital, for Lydia, who didn’t even care that he was there for her. You called him up and thankfully he picked up on the first ring.

“Are you serious?” You asked, cutting him off from saying ‘hello’.

“What?” He asked.

“Stiles,” you paused, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” You didn’t want to do this over the phone, but it had to be done.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” You asked softly, scared your voice would break.

“I do!” He exclaimed.

“Stiles, did you ever love me?” You asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Of course, I did.” He answered.

“Stiles.” You whimpered, a tear falling down your face.

“Y/N.” He whispered softly.

“I’m breaking up with you.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face. You hung up the phone, not wanting to hear his answer. You were devastated you had broken up with him, but you knew it had to be done.

Title: Metallic pt. 7

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

have fun reading, everyone!! this is the part 7 of Metallic!
ALSO FOR THOSE WHO HAVE MESSAGED ME, THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! i love all of you! pls never forget that ♡
ps if you wanna be mentioned when a chapter is up, hmu.
Part 6.

this prompt is based on days 7 - 9 of Jumin’s route but i took it from there. fic might contain themes that is not suitable for some audiences. you’ve been warned!

I believe, I believe there's love in you,
Grid locked on the dusty avenues,
Inside your heart, just afraid to go...

I am more, I am more than innocent, But just take a chance and let me in... And I'll show you ways that you don't know...

What happened? You remembered talking to V in the chatroom just a few days ago… and what happened with the party? Is it halted because you were hospitalized?
Why were you hospitalized?
No matter how much you fish for information or at least try to remember any peculiar thing before you were admitted, you can only remember going to sleep and waking up in the hospital.
You must be missing something.

… Jumin.
Everyone claimed you’ve been in love with him.
He had been telling you you’ve been together with him before you woke up in the hospital and that you two already met… but you became skeptical since you couldn’t remember anything about it.
Not even tiny details.

He had been looking at you with hope in his eyes that you’d remember anything but you can only return a small apology because you just can’t. Out of everyone, Jumin had been pretty persistent in staying with you no matter what. You felt a bit uncomfortable — why would he bother? Isn’t he a busy man?

You were a bit puzzled at this — you couldn’t exactly remember things and that everything seemed normal to you, even now. You knew everyone but it appears as if you’ve been missing an important piece of a puzzle. The cause of the fight between Zen and Jumin and why would Jumin be mad if you’ve been with Zen.
He is just your friend, right…? Then why is he acting like an offended lover?

Two days passed since the fight and this is your fourth night at the hospital. Just as promised, Jaehee and Zen told you the details you deserved to know. Yoosung even contributed his own side of the story as well as Seven’s. They told you everything you’re supposed to know to help you remember… but no recollection of such.
You even started doubting if any of those even happened…
Jumin and Zen never visited at the same time too. It seems like they have been purposely avoiding each other since the fight.

Jumin. You can’t help but wonder… how were you able to fall in love with him?
You know him as a member of the RFA now rather than the man they told you you love. Yet strangely, like how everyone claimed you loved him supposedly, your heart just won’t beat any faster. It happened once… why is it not happening again?

You can only gaze at him with sad eyes as he insisted on visiting you day by day without fail. You just can’t remember all the things they told you that happened — your heart might have forgotten how it loved him too.

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anonymous asked:

THANKS SO MUCH for shedding light on Taka/Hiro's relationship. I discovered Hiro through Taka and I got caught up in these horrible forums saying that Taka & Hiro don't like each other. I didn't wanna believe it! So I tried looking for ANYTHING(like pictures of them being chummy) to prove those people wrong but came up empty. What you said MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!It's totally understandable why they keep their Relationship away from the public eye. I'm happy they're on good terms. YOU'RE AWESOME! :)

You’re welcome (^^) This is going to be a looooonggg reply but it has to be said.

I’m aware of some people saying the brothers disliking each other. I stay away from OOR fandom because of these kinds of people. I found that the bigger the band got, the crazier the fans became. Some of those so-called fans behave almost like haters especially when talking about the Moriuchi family and MFS …… particularly Hiro.


To me it’s strange how these fans came up with their “conclusion” of the brothers “supposedly disliking each other” when all the clues and evidences are showing exactly the opposite.

1) These “fans” conveniently left out the fact that Taka started to personally show photos with his parents ONLY after OOR started breaking into the American market and performing at Yokohama Stadium. After people firmly acknowledged him as a star on his own. There were no photos of Taka and his parents at all during the years of OOR trying to establish themselves in Japan, right?

It took Taka more than a decade to break away from the “Mori’s son” image that was plaguing him in his Johnny days. So, isn’t it natural for Taka to want his little brother to be viewed and acknowledged as his own person by keeping their professional lives separate?

2) There is one person on YT who claimed that “Hiro dislikes Taka” based on the assumption that Hiro talked awkwardly to him about his birthday in that conversation with Takeru Satoh. This person even went on to say that Taka was the reason for his parents’ split. My Goodness! Papa and Mama Mori have always loved and supported their children despite that difficult time in their lives. A marriage is a complex thing. You are insulting them by accusing their son of that.

Hello people, Hiro speaks in “keigo / honourific language” with Taka because their mother Masako Mori raised him that way. She wanted her kids to learn to respect older people since young age. Hiro spoke “keigo” to the older members of MFS in the beginning too as he admitted in this HAL College interview. It may appear awkward or something different to other people but it’s normal to this family. I saw a video of their mother saying Taka’s friends thought it was “Sugoi!!”. Also, for Heaven’s sake, Taka is NOT the only “tsundere” older sibling in the world yo! 

3) Did anyone notice that Takeru Satoh asked for Taka’s permission first at around 0:41**  before continuing telling that story about Hiro? Taka replied with “Hai…hai….”* or “Yes….yes…”.. Takeru didn’t simply blurt out everything just like that. He knew the conversation was being filmed and he remained respectful even though they are besties. Oh, didn’t Takeru say in this video that he’s also friends with Hiro?

*Update: Taka said 『いい / ii』not 『はい。。はい / hai…hai』but it means the same in this context. Sorry for the confusion :-P

** Update (5 Dec 2016) : Since the video I linked was removed, I put the original video the clip came from, 3にん. Takeru said it at around 13:37 time mark.

4) The fact that Hiro is friendly with many of Taka’s friends is a clear clue that he is VERY CLOSE with Taka. I think that applies to even ordinary people like us. You must be truly close with your siblings if their friends are yours too, right?

Top photo is GEN playing ping pong with OOR members Ryota & Tomoya with RxYxO Coldrain watching. Well, by now, many MFS fans (at least those who read my blog) should know who GEN is to MFS, right?

This photo of Hiro & Toru is REAL. Not Photoshopped. They were at Subciety’s Christmas / Year End party in December 2012. It was held at Wonderbowl Restaurant in Shibuya, Tokyo. Many of GEN’s friends were there like Maximum the Hormone, AIR SWELL, Takahiro Ikeda (BMX Pro rider) and a bunch of others. The entire MFS members were there. Alas, only Toru came representing OOR ….. huhu. Anyway, I think you can see from Hiro and Toru’s body language that they’ve known each other a long time.

5) When their father Shinichi Mori was hospitalized for cancer scare, I believe all the 3 Moriuchi brothers were together by his side because he informed all 3 of them about his condition. Read the translation here by Dessy.

Look at their message and flower bouquet for their father on his 50th Anniversary of being in the music industry. The 3 brothers shared the bouquet together instead of sending it separately.

6) I remember reading an interview where Taka said he’s happy that each of his family member is doing their own thing and specifically mentioned about “my brother has his own band”. Sorry I forgot which interview though. I believe it was from Ryeon’s blog. If it’s not there, at least you get to read a bunch of her OOR translations (^^)

7) This is an actual photo of Taka buying a present for Hiro and it wasn’t even Hiro’s birthday from Taka’s friend Yosuke’s blog on Ameblo (it’s gone now…huhu). But you can read that part on Dessy’s old Tumblr here.

8) Their mother Masako said her sons would visit their father during important occasions like Obon Festival and New Year in this interview or the translation by Dessy here.

9) Let’s not forget how busy musicians’ schedules are.
i. Touring. Packing. Unpacking. Packing. Moving. You know how exhausting that is?
ii. If they’re not touring, they’ll be in the studio working on new music or rehearsing for the next show.
iii. There are also series of meetings with staff and crew.
iv. Discussion with designers and engineers for their stage show, lighting, sound, merchandise.
v. Interviews and promo rounds with magazines, TV and radio stations.
vi. Photo and video shooting.
vii. Meet & greet with fans.
viii.Travelling from city to city. This takes a lot of time. Doraemon’s magic door exists in comics only.

OFF time from band to band may not match unless you’re on the same Tour. It’s unrealistic to expect Taka and Hiro to get together easily. Hey, I work a regular office job and I hardly see my own family even though we live in the same house!

10) That Daikanyama Unit sighting of Taka at MFS Live and his message on IG still make me feel warm and tingly inside (^^). The show was under Tsutaya Records’ special event ツタロック / TsutaRock for those who bought the ALONE single from them. OOR was scheduled for Ozzfest 2015 on 21 November. So, Taka squeezed in some time out of his busy schedule to see MFS on 19 November.

This is a photo of that Daikanyama Unit show. The concert report from Tsutaya is here.

Here is the photo that Taka uploaded to IG that night. Look at his message.

Take a closer look at what some of the Japanese fans were saying.

Isn’t it obvious that Taka is supportive of MFS and is happy for Hiro?

What I’m trying to say is the family is a lot closer than what we think or know. It might take a bit of effort to see the hints and evidences but they are there. So, it’s horribly mean and cruel to accuse the siblings of disliking each other simply on the basis that we don’t see their physical closeness.

Merlin is trying to work up the willpower to leave, when Harry’s arm tightens around his waist.  "We’ve been sleeping together for nearly a year, and I still feel like I know nothing about you.”  He presses a kiss to Merlin’s shoulder blade. “ I don’t even know your real name.“

"God willing, you never will,” he bites back, harsher than intended. It’s no secret that even among those in the Service, Merlin is evasive about his past, and he doesn’t quite understand why Harry is fishing for information, now, of all times.

The arm around Merlin’s waist withdraws as Harry sits up.  "Come now man, it can’t be that bad.“

"It’s not,” Merlin agrees as he follows suit.  He pushes himself from the mattress and pads over to the chair where he left his discarded clothing.  "But I don’t feel any great ties to the name I was born to.  It’s not who I am.   It’s–“ Merlin trails off as Harry gets out of the bed and walks in the direction of the en suite bathroom.  The man has such an economy of motion; it’s distracting.  There’s no movement wasted, even when they’re alone in Merlin’s quarters, and watching him fight, Christ. It’s as close to a religious experience as Merlin will ever have.

Careful there, lad.  Your little crush is showing.  Don’t get too attached, he doesn’t feel the same way.

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anonymous asked:

First off, you blog is the greatest and anyone who says differently can stuff it. Anons are bound to hate anyways I don't know if anyone else has requested this but head canons for the halloween special of RFA + V and Saeran finding out MC is a vamp/were/witch/etc, please and thank you!

“Stuff it” oh my gosh, you’re hilarious. Anyways, nobody has requested this so yay, good on you! I’m going to do this as a ‘vampire’ one because I freaking love vampires… they’re so cool and badass, alright.

[Warnings: mentioning of blood and murder, slight angst (?)]


  • He truly didn’t expect this to happen. You stood there in front of him, with blood on your lips as you attacked the man who tried to rob him. He was utterly frightened, but he didn’t cry; you almost did, though, the one you love had witnessed you murder a man—let alone suck all of his blood until he was bone dry.
  • Jumin doesn’t let you go near sunlight, and he would avoid you for obvious reasons. However, he does his best to keep an eye out on you, and he would try to hint at that you should go feed on animal blood to not harm any human beings.
    • And also, he refuses to let Elizabeth the 3rd near you. He finally realizes why his cat would snarl and try to scratch you, now.
  • “You are not human,” he stated clearly, and even though he kept such a straight posture and monotone voice, inside, he was terrified. “And I don’t know what you wish to do to me if we were to ever be together… but I don’t want to let you go. And I feel like I should be the one protecting you.”


  • At the sight of you drenched in blood after attacking the man who tried to hurt her, she broke down in tears and she couldn’t believe what was happening. Those fangs, those red eyes, the wrinkly pale skin; all of those murders of animal attacks were from you.
  • You spoke to her that she needed to stay away from you, and she did her best to avoid you because she feared you would harm her. However, she still loved you, and she didn’t want to increase her distance from you.
  • “I’m in love with you,” she cried out loud, tears on her cheeks. “But you’re a monster. And I can’t help but be afraid that you’re going to hurt me. But I trust you… and I’m willing to be by your side.”
  • Sometimes, she would try to make you turn her into a blood-sucking creature, and you’d have to constantly remind her that taking the route of being a vampire is not a pleasing life. You tell her it’s better to remain a human and not be hated by so many people.


  • He almost cried when you confessed that you fed on blood. At first, he thought you were joking, and he even purposefully scratched himself so he can see you ‘drink his blood’. However, Zen nearly fainted once he saw you dash out of his home and fed on one of his neighbors viciously, and he couldn’t look at you the same way for a while.
  • “How the fuck did you hide this secret from me?!” he yells at you, and of course, he was angry. His cigarettes were on the floor and there was a finished bottle of beer. He was confused and nonetheless, afraid.
  • Zen had trouble acting. He constantly avoided you because he didn’t want you to hurt him, but he still worried about you. Maybe you were hurt or getting attacked by garlic—if vampires were even to be afraid of them; he felt like a fool still wanting to protect a monster like you.
  • He tried to get you to focus on taking blood in from animals and not hurt innocent people. Still, he continued to avoid you, and sometimes he cries about how he wishes you weren’t the creature you truly were.


  • He breaks down. At first, it was supposed to be a spooky prank. It was Halloween, and he knew that you were only kidding. That blood on your face was fake, and everything was only part of your costume. But that’s what he thought, and then, he saw you rip apart a woman’s neck angrily.
  • Saeran refused to listen to his false beliefs and Seven felt alone. He wanted to go to you, but he didn’t want to get hurt by you. But he trusted you, and you knew you weren’t going to hurt him—at least, you were trying to fight the urge to bite him.
  • “I don’t know what the hell is going on through my head!” he cries while glancing at you. His eyes portrayed so much lust, worry, love, but it pained you inside that he also depicted fear.
  • Every now and then, he’d check up on you and ask if you went out to hunt. He offered to donate some blood at the hospital that you could take and drink for yourself. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in this mess of being in love with a vampire, and he wasn’t prepared for the future of it.


  • After endless cries and wails, he fainted to the ground and his face hit the grassy field. He could practically smell the aroma of blood, and you looked at him with a gentle stare. You knew he was going to leave you; Yoosung couldn’t bear to be with a blood-sucking monster.
  • He woke up in the infirmary days later, still knocked out and he always cried. He wanted to see you, but at the same time, he didn’t because he saw the monster that was hiding inside you. That image wasn’t going to go away from his mind, and he couldn’t process how he was going to live the rest of his life knowing he fell in love with a vampire.
  • “Please come back to me!” he yells while throwing the keyboard to the floor. “I miss you—I’m so scared of you, but I need you! Be by me, you can turn me into a vampire! Just please stay with me!”
  • He constantly pleaded you to turn him into a monster, and you always refused. You tell him to live a normal life like a human and to have fun like a human and just be a human in general. He’d always fight, though. He was willing to take any risk to protect and be with you.


  • He wanted to cry, but he didn’t. The tears were held back, and he clenched his fists to express his emotions. The sight of you sucking blood from an officer was not what he was expecting this night to go. And he was in love with you. In love with a vampire—that could possibly hurt him.
  • V avoided you for obvious reasons. However, the distance between you two being separated from one another for so long worried him endlessly. He hoped that you were feeding—in a healthy and innocent way. Maybe you were hunting animal blood and not humans; that’s what he hoped.
  • “I love you,” he confesses his feelings and he has this look that was overpowered with sorrow. “I love you so much but I can’t be with someone that I fear to be around with every day of my life. Please… wherever you are, do not hurt anybody else. Feed in a healthy way. Don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”
  • When you two said your goodbyes, you kept his word and tried to feed on multiple animals. Rumors around town would spread about recent animal killings, and V knew it was your cause. At least you were feeding, but he still worried. And he still loved you.


  • He thought he was hallucinating. Maybe it was the lack of medication or he was having an ‘off’ moment where he’s experiencing you attacking an innocent man. So, Saeran laughed it off, and once you told him that this was reality, he screamed and then told you to stay away from him forever.
  • He wanted to be by your side. Though, you kept his word, and you decided to get away from him, but you still worried for him. Saeran prayed that you were okay, and he wanted to make sure you were still out there, thinking about him—about how much you love him, not how much you want to feed on him.
    • He’d try calling out your name when it was past midnight every now and then, and he’d talk to you as if you were there in front of him. However, he knew that you were out there somewhere. Somewhere that isn’t his arms.
  • “Turn me,” he demands as you look at him, dumbfounded. “Bite me and suck all my blood, and infect me with your virus. I want us to be together. Let me be your partner, and we can fight this together. I love you, I’m in love with you, and I can’t let you go.”

anonymous asked:

What is Tim's relationship with his parents? I keep seeing dissimilarities in the comics and fics that I don't really know which is true. Some portray his parents as negligent seeing that they usually travel and leave Tim alone at home. Some say he has a close relationship with his dad seeing he was really heartbroken and almost resurrect him using the lazarus pit.

Hey! I’m going to give my own answer to this, but let me first attach some posts from @syntactition who writes wonderful Tim fanfiction and posts and really helped me gain a grasp on Tim’s character. She’s made some wonderful posts on this subject here, here, here, here, and here to start. There’s a ton more, just… check out all her stuff, it’s great.

Damn, now after reviewing all her marvelous work, I don’t think I’m capable of describing the how uninterested the Drakes were in parenting so let me give you the cliff notes version.

- Very young Tim (~3-5) visits the circus with his folks and snaps the last pic with the Flying Graysons before witnessing their murder. He mentioned in ALPoD that the event gave him horrible nightmares.

- Tim discovering Batman and Robin’s identity at age 9 due to Robin performing ick’s iconic quadruple somersault (it is of the opinion of this fan and other fics that Tim became a bit obsessed with Dick following the hug at the circus which was why he was able to ID Robin so easily.) He then turns his attention to B&R in general.

- It’s stated over and over in the early comics that Tim’s parents were away almost constantly. Tim never actually knows where they are in the world, they’re on the brink of divorce, Tim barely gets more than postcard from them with 2 or 3 sentences.

- Tim is beginning his Robin training, doubting himself, when Jack and Janet are kidnapped. Bruce tries to save them but Janet dies and Jack is left in a coma. It’s not really openly stated, but it’s kind of assumed Tim is staying with Bruce while his father is in the hospital. It could be writing, but Tim isn’t overly sad after the initial shock of his mother’s death. I say it’s because he loved her as an ideal, but he didn’t really know her as a person.

- Time passes, Tim grows as Robin and gains some friends and confidence and boom, Jack Drake is awake, wheelchair bound and ready to make things right with his only son. Not. Jack is constantly nagging at Tim for not spending more time with his Dad (despite the fact that Jack does whatever he wants regardless of Tim), he’s angry at Bruce for being a better paternal figure than he was and once Jack starts dating his PT Jack basically says ‘bye son’ and goes back to his own life. Tim isn’t too surprised at any of this and is just trying to keep his vigilante career going.

- Again, more time passes and Tim is struggling with his dad. Jack is… really being a shitty parents overall. Because Tim is being ‘problematic’ (IE not being this perfect son Jack expected and to do whatever he wanted) he keeps trying to send Tim to boarding school. Tim is visibly injured and his dad, talking to his face, doesn’t notice or care. Jack regains his ability to walk, marries Dana and things are still tense but manageable.

- Then, whoops, Tim’s been outed as Robin. Still not clear on exactly what happened there. Anyway, Jack is pissed and forces Tim to stop being Robin. Tim does which is when Stephanie takes over. Jack, again, is being a shitty parent and getting angry over the fact that Tim isn’t happy with his new, civilian life cut off from all the people who’ve supported him while Jack was doing his own thing. Tim tries to make an effort to bond and eventually he and Jack are better able to form a tentative relationship

- Steph dies and Jack has some weird change of heart and let’s Tim be Robin again. Tim and Jack now have a better relationship that’s… kinda out of nowhere. But Tim is Robin and clearly working on repairing a relationship he’s never really had.

- But! Jack is targeted due to his relation to Tim and is killed by Captain Boomerang. Tim is incredibly upset, I’ve said my reasons for that here in this post because to me; Jack and Tim never had a good relationship but Tim mourned the possibility of one happening that likely never would have.

- Now whenever Tim’s parent are mentioned it’s very tragic and they were loving and perfect but??? they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and, again, it’s my opinion Tim mourned the idea of loving parents. That he convinced himself that their treatment of his was normal and okay and maybe even deserved but they were his and he loved him despite the fact that they didn’t treat him right

midnight-in-town  asked:

Hey :) I hope it's not too much to ask but I have an Anon about the 2CT and I was wondering if you could help me: vol3 ch10, when at the hospital Rachel says "our son will be ten soon" in my version but is there any mark of plural? Honestly I doubt it, you said there never was but it's just so I'm sure because I can't check the raws for myself (also does she use "musuko" or another word? that part's just for me ^^). Thank you and please don't waste your time with this if you're super busy :)

Hi! If it’s an ask from you (and also if it’s about my favourite theory), then I’ll always find the time to answer! (*^▽^*)

Vol3 ch10, Rachel’s line goes “今度ウチの子が10歳の誕生日なの!” which literally (grammatically) translates to “It’s going to be our child’s/children’s 10th birthday soon!”. [The word used in the original is 子 which means child/children ^^]

As I mentioned some time ago, Japanese plural is a bit tricky^^; Unlike English, French, German or other European languages, there’s no clear distinction between singular and plural in our language, so if you say 子供 (kodomo), it can basically mean both “child” OR “children”. The same applies to other countable nouns like 花 (flower/flowers), 家 (house/houses), 犬 (dog/dogs), etc. Unless you clarify the number (e.g. “one child” or “two children”) or add plural suffixes like 々, 達 or ら, you can only guess from the context whether the speaker meant one or more. So when I first read Kuroshitsuji, I of course interpreted that Rachel meant “our child” (singular) since I had thought Ciel is an only child, but once I had realized the possibility of there being a sibling, I noticed she could have also meant “our children” in that scene.

To sum up it up, grammatically speaking it’s open whether Rachel meant “our child” or “our children”. If Rachel had said “ウチの子達” (kodomo + plural suffix), then it would have been 100% plural (i.e. the translation would have been 100% “our children”), but for now it’s fifty-fifty in this scene =D

Btw, the same goes for this scene:

“Yes, it’s definitely the real Phantomhive child/children

“I’ve heard our buyer found *[him/her/them] just recently” [*note: The obejct is omitted in the original sentence.]

“I can’t believe we can use the son/sons of the Phantomhive family as our ‘lamb’“

“We’ll take good care of *[him/her/them] on your behalf” [*note: Again, the obejct is omitted.]

As far as I know, there are only three instances in which the characters used the plural suffix when referring to Ciel (and maybe his sibling): vol.3 “nephews” (Madam Red), vol.7 “children” (Joker) and vol.23 “my sons” (Vincent). Apart from them, the characters always use phrasings that are open and can be interpreted either way, i.e. singular or plural! =D (****afaik!!!)

Hope I was able to answer your question! Bonne nuit♡♡

anonymous asked:

What made you want to study psychology? Was it always an interest of yours?... and also, is there a branch within psychology that you think you'd specialise in? (e.g. eating disorder, adult, adolescent, behavioural difficulties, addiction etc)? x

Hey :) it’s because I was having depression at the age of 17-19 and I got to know a few therapists and also spent some time in a mental hospital. When I had recovered from it in 2015, I thought that I could be a good therapist! I wanted to help people who have to go through the same things as me. :) That was my motivation to study Psychology! But I’m not that sure about it right now, so I’ll just try discover all the different fields of Psychology. I haven’t chosen a specific one yet since I’ll probably finish University in 2020. (The things you mentioned are a part of clinical psychology and as a therapist you normally don’t concentrate on one mental illness but help people with all kind of mental illnesses :), there are sooo many other branches like industrial and organisational psychology, educational & developmental psychology (I really like that!!), health psychology, forensic psychology etc etc.)

Title: Metallic pt. 9

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

a/n❗️ have fun reading, everyone!! this is the part 9 of Metallic!
also for those who have messaged me throughout the waiting for the updates and took their time to show support, thank you so much! i love all of you! you know who you are guys. pls never forget that ♡ 

also on the side note, will be opening up requests again next week~ please do request fluffy hcs/fics. i’ll try to balance out the angst this blog has lolol
Part 8.

Disclaimer❗️ this prompt is based on days 7 - 9 of Jumin’s route but i took it from there. fic might contain themes that is not suitable for some audiences. you’ve been warned!

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❝ Why don't I like the girl I see?
The one who's standing right in front of me.
Why don't I think before I speak?
I should have listened to that voice inside me.
I must be stupid, must be crazy, must be out of my mind...
To say the kind of things I said last night;

Mirror mirror hanging on the wall,
You don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all...
Mirror mirror I wish you could lie to me... ❞

“ … Congratulations, Ms. (Y/N). We have decided to let you go home and continue the evaluation of your situation at your house. We figured that the hospital environment might just strain you more.” You only stared blankly at your sheets as you listened to the doctors, Jaehee taking down notes of each important details about the order. “I adviced Ms. Kang to stay with you so we can monitor you further. We believe she’d be the perfect one to the job.”
Your eyes drifted over Jaehee who was concentrating upon the words of the doctors and when she noticed you looking at her, she graced you with a reassuring smile. You sighed to yourself because you’d be bothering her over her busy schedule. She is tired enough everyday and now you’re going to be babysitted by her — doesn’t she ever get mad? These things are just suddenly thrown on her already full plate…

“Alright, I will. Thank you for believing in me, Doctor.” You heard her say just as she stood up to have a formal handshaking gesture with the doctors – much like closing a deal. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Few more words were exchanged and then they were gone. You heard you can be discharged tomorrow morning that’s why this afternoon, your dextrose would be removed since only ¼ of the entire bottle remains. You only need to finish it and then you’re good to go.
Jaehee shuffled on her feet as she went over to the far side of the room, in front of a closet and slowly picked your clean hanged clothes and folded it neatly so she can place them inside the duffel bag she brought with her earlier.

Jaehee is such a good, caring person. Despite everything, she have always voluntarily aided you through your hospitalization. She was a very good friend for you since the beginning. You bit your lip at this — she did not deserve any of this. You, being a burden to her, and whatever might have happened during the course of the days since you had no clue whatever it was that happened during the RFA Party.
And that’s when an idea lit up inside your head.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you got this or if Tumblr ated it but do you have any tips or something with writing fanfiction for Vanderwood I've been trying but I can't help feel it's slightly ooc,anyways thanks for your greatness in general!

✿ SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE, I had a lot I wanted to say but wasn’t certain how to phrase it.

We really don’t know a lot about Vanderwood. We see them in a few circumstances, but there’s a lot of room for extrapolation regarding their personality. We mostly see them interacting with 707, so that’s where I started. How does Vanderwood treat 707, and why do they treat him that way?

1.) They take care of 707, often citing their obligations to the agency as the reason why.

You could take this at face-value and say “Vanderwood doesn’t care about Seven and is just trying to do their work for a very frightening organization as effectively as possible”, but the efforts Vanderwood goes to really don’t match that. They’ve clearly been cleaning his apartment for a long time, and during Seven’s route, they bring him coffee and are concerned about his inability to work. Again, they say it’s because it is in the agency’s best interests that he work and that, if he doesn’t work, everyone will get punished…

But if that’s the case, why doesn’t Vanderwood, in the interests of preserving their own wellbeing, tell Seven’s boss he’s being useless and punish the kid?

Because Vanderwood does care. That’s a pretty easy conclusion to make, but it’s important to establish that Vanderwood cares a lot about Seven and is unable to express their feelings about him. Vanderwood mentions that they haven’t told Seven’s boss about the RFA, meaning they’re willing to put their neck on the line for him, and the secret endings mention how Vanderwood and Seven have both saved each other’s lives. Vanderwood wants to get Seven medical attention when he’s shot, scolds him for making his injury worse, and visits him repeatedly in the hospital. Yet they don’t really have a close relationship, as exemplified by Seven verbally pushing them away, and Vanderwood being unable to overtly express emotion. Now, why is that?

One conclusion can be drawn is that Vanderwood, in general, has trouble talking about emotions. This is supported by how much of a little shit they are. Their sense of humor is more acerbic than Seven’s ‘wacky randomness’ (their infamous “I don’t understand what’s going on, is this some kind of couple’s fight?” line and their fake laughter in Seven’s route) but they deal with things in a pretty similar way to Seven. Instead of having real, emotional moments, they use mockery to conceal their ~*delicate emotional side*~ and they’d much rather push someone away than express real affection.

So, when I write Vanderwood, I write them as having difficulties expressing themselves, and feeling uncomfortable in emotional moments when they have to be “real”. They often say things that just sound terrible, or aren’t really… sensitive things to say, because they’re bad at being nice. Even when they’re trying, they just mess up.

2.) Vanderwood believes their status as a secret agent means they can’t form relationships,

In one of the VN modes, Vanderwood cautions Seven away from having a relationship with the MC, because they’re both secret agents. There’s also an implication that Vanderwood isn’t entirely happy with their choice of career, which also makes me think it’s something they did out of desperation.

(i mean. like. duh. it sounds like an awful place to work who would want to do that.)

This gives further proof that Vanderwood isn’t the sort of person who’s easy to get close to. They like shoving people away, and believes it’s in their best interests not to let anyone in. That probably contributes to the distance between them and Seven, and also why they’re so bad at dealing with emotions. It also means that they probably have some of Seven’s self-hate going on - but they’re also not the kind of person who gets really… sappy.

They’re embarrassed by sappy stuff. They don’t know how to deal with it. Their form of self-depreciation would be way more bitter, more “god I’m a piece of shit lmao” than “wahhhhh my life sucks and i’m awful”

3.) Even though Vanderwood likes Seven and wants to protect him, they put up relatively little fuss when they have to take Seven back to the agency.

This implies that, above all, Vanderwood is loyal to the agency, and will put their own emotions aside for their work. I personally interpret it also as Vanderwood thinking that Seven brought it on himself for being an idiot, and it’s not something that they can change. They just need to sit down, shut up, and do their job.

In my backstory for Vanderwood, they grew up in a filthy household where they had little agency (explaining their need to have things clean and their obedience) and they’re terrified that, if they disobey the agency, they’ll lose any of the “freedoms” that they’ve gained for themselves. You don’t have to go with that, but when writing Vanderwood, it’s good to at least think about why they are the way they are. Why aren’t they good with emotional stuff? Why are they with the agency? Why is their natural reaction to danger to sass everyone around them?

Vanderwood is interesting to me because they obey authority unquestioningly and care quite a bit about doing their job, and yet they’re incredibly sassy and snarky. So that’s a pretty important trait to keep in mind when writing them.

4.) They’re a total loser

Just listen to their scream when the robo-dog attacks them. Just look at them. Purple shirt? Leopard print lining on their jacket? THEY WEAR IT ON THEIR SHOULDERS. Vanderwood is not cool. They are, at the very least, somewhat embarrassing. (And they definitely are given the run-around by Seven.)

And that’s what makes them endearing, I think. They’re an emotionally repressed, snarky idiot who likes cleaning and is continually bullied by Seven but still likes the idiot.

I… hope that helps, at least a little bit! I have trouble writing long-form character essays like this without it coming out like incoherent babbling. Feel free to send another ask if you’d like me to go into more detail about stuff! A good place to start when learning to write a character is think of actions they make in the story, then ask yourself, ‘Why did this character say that/do that/feel that way”? Once you understand a character’s thought process, writing them gets way more natural.

Omega!Percival and alpha!Credence

 Okay, this idea has been rattling around in my head for the past few days and it’s not going away, so I have to share it. This is a headcanon/fic idea/idle musings, you name it.

An ABO AU with secretly Omega!Percival Graves. A very ambitious and talented omega!Percival Graves, who wanted to advance his career and social position despite the prejudices of the society he lived in. So he hid his secret by taking suppressors and using charms and spraying himself with fake scent and living a very celibate life and nobody ever found out. Until Grindelwald kindapped him, that is, and dug into his mind.

Imagine big, virile alpha Grindelwald having to spend a year dealing with the unfamiliar (on a personal level) physiology of an omega while impersonating Percival while having to keep the same damn secret because “Percival” is too busy with looking the child from his vision to have to deal with the ensuing scandal should people cotton on what he is. Much hilarity ensues. Grindelwald deserves the awkward situations anyway.

Back to Percival - Grindelwald is exposed, arrested, yaddayadda, Percival is discovered barely alive in whatever deep dark hole Grindelwald was keeping him in. He’s brought to a hospital, where, of course, his secret comes out, which in turn just adds to the trauma he’s already suffered because magical society doesn’t really seem big on patient privacy and the like. The president and other high ranking aurors certainly find out and openly blame his “weakness” (since he did get kidnapped and impersonated by Grindelwald) on the fact that he’s an omega (and not on the fact that he was facing an immesurably powerful wizard) because prejudice. He’s quietly fired at best or publically excoriated at worst, losing all that he’s worked for all his life to achieve, likely dealing with severe bouts of PTSD and having little to no support system both because he lives in a time where mental health help is all but lacking and there’s very little understanding of ptsd and because he’s lost what few friends he had after his own secret was exposed in the most callous manner possible.

Enter alpha!Credence whose phenotype manifested after he realized what a dumpster fire Grindelgraves was, together with losing control over the Obscuris. Obviously he survived getting blasted by the president’s aurors and spent the time during which Percival was physically recuperating in the hospital literally putting himself back together and hiding in NY (quite successfully too) because everyone thought him dead and no one looked for him. This Credence, however, is just done. He’s done. He’s spent a lifetime being abused and used and manipulated, including by a monster who he thought cared about him. He has real power now, power that he can control, as well as a lot of rage. He also realizes that he’s physiologically different from before but doesn’t pay much attention to it because he’s too busy trying to survive and to deal with his power and hide and learn more about wizards by following them around (in black mist form).

One foggy evening he sees the real Graves sitting on a bench in the park, looking utterly lost and dejected, in rumpled clothes and messy hair, unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes. His first instinct is to KILLKILLKILL before he remembers that the man who used and manipulated him only wore this man’s face but wasn’t actually him. He follows the man for a while before he decides to approach him in person.

And I am stopping here because I haven’t thought the rest of it through in detail. EDIT: I came up with a few more details.

I only know that I want:

-Two broken people to find each other and heal together. Somehow.

-They most definitely leave NY because neither has a reason to stay there.

-Credence finding himself - as a wizard, as an alpha, as a person who is NO LONGER under an abuser’s thumb, neither physically nor emotionally. He finds out what he likes, what and who he wants to be. He comes into himself, so to speak. And the end result is a powerful, talented young man.

-Percival heals. He learns to trust again. He learns to indulge himself as an omega, because in a way he too spent a life time being totally repressed, even if the repression was self-imposed because he wanted to fit societal standards, rather than because he was trying to avoid active physical abuse. It was repression nonetheless.

-They fall in love. More importantly, they become friends. Graves is not Grindelwald - he lacks that smooth, warm charm that Grindelwald could turn on and off on a whim, like yet another face that he slipped over his own. He lacks that charm especially now, after all that he’s been through. But he’s a warm, smart, Genuinely Good Person TM, even if he suffers from enormous trust issues and with good reason - a problem he and Credence very much share. Credence, on the other hand, is initially a stranger to him. Unlike Credence he has no expectations of his personality, he simply gets to know him.
Percival finds it very refreshing that Credence doesn’s suffer from prejudices against him because he’s an alpha and Percival is an omega. He doesn’t look down on him, doesn’t patronize him, doesn’t blame him. If anything he asks him endless questions about their magic and their phenotypes and Percival tries to answer as objectively as he can, often catching himself in almost parroting some of the toxic stereotypes that ruined his life. Credence actually hulks out on a few people to protect Percival, and while under normal circumstances Percival would be annoyed at that because he’s a grownass man who can fight his own battles thank you very much, he actually feels all warm and fuzzy inside because he knows Credence did on instinct and because he cares, not because he was trying to patronize him or thought him weak. He tells Credence not to do it anymore anyway. Credence listens.

-At some point they have a heat together BECAUSE WHAT IS AN ABO AU GOOD FOR IF YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT. (I am shallow, okay?). Lots of smut ensues. Credence tops. Utterly and completely. Percival loves it. This isn’t his first time - although as an Auror he’s been largely celibate and deliberately repressed his libido with drugs because he was afraid that if he indulged himself he might provoke dangerous rumours, he did have a few indiscretions in his youth. This time is different - this is the first time he’s truly trusted, truly let go, truly let himself enjoy it without fear and shame. Not to mention that a heat after a lifetime of chemical repression would be far more intense than a heat under normal circumstances. For Credence the experience is almost overwhelming - it is most definitely his first time and he has an armful of writhing, mewling, begging omega. Add to that the part that Percival is older than him and that he used to follow the fake Percival’s lead and wow now he has to take charge, what do?!?!? But he follows his instincts and it all works out. Spectacularly.


-Happy ending. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Shots - Part Four: Waiting to Break

Summary: Not What He Seems AU, where Stan doesn’t escape government custody unscathed, and his reunion with Ford goes a bit differently as a result.

Based on this post by @saisai-chan, who came up with the idea of Stan being heavily injured at the onset of A Tale of Two Stans.

Kudos to @notthistimespock, ​ whose tags last chapter accurately predicted where this was going (here, have some feverish Stan and the fallout of that :) This chapter took longer than unexpected, I was slacking and the words just wouldn’t cooperate, ugh. But here we are! 

Within a few minutes of exiting the basement, Ford felt infinitely better than he had, yet still decided that a dose fresh air from outside would do him a world of good. The air was warm and muggy, the sky a crisp and clear blue, and taking in the scent of summer grass and forest pines surrounding him, the Author of the journals realized that he was indeed back home in Oregon.

On the doorstep sat a freshly delivered newspaper, which he gratefully picked up. Reading it would give him a chance to catch up on current events, at least.

Only seconds after shutting the front door behind him, newspaper in hand, Mabel appeared and urged him to join them in the kitchen.

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It’s a long flight from Boston to California. It’s not particularly Itachi’s favorite thing to do, but after Sasuke left and never looked back, he has no other choice if he wants to see his brother more than once a year. He’s still a little sour about the whole thing. Sasuke hadn’t even told the family he was planning to move to the other side of the country. It came as a surprise when they walked into his room one day and it was all packed, a luggage by the door. Sasuke had told them to ship his stuff to his new address in California and that had been it. Itachi puts on a good face though because his brother is happy, something Itachi knows he wasn’t living at home.

When Sasuke moved out to California, it took Itachi a whole year to get out there to visit him. It was hard taking time off as an intern is one of the most competitive hospitals in the country, but he managed to pull a few days together to give himself a long weekend.

The change in Sasuke had surprised Itachi greatly. He blames his parents for making him miserable. They put so much pressure on Sasuke that he often struggled to even keep his head above water. Itachi had tried to help, but there was only so much he could do. Sasuke had been a brilliant child, but he was brilliant in all the wrong things. Itachi was the perfect student when it came to the sciences. He graduated college with a degree in Chemistry and went on to med school. Sasuke had been much more into English. He was a phenomenal writer and his teachers used to praise him, but English was considered a pretty useless subject to their parents. It wouldn’t get him more than a studio apartment.

Sasuke had pursued it and after his first book was written, he moved out to California without a care about what their parents thought. Actually, Itachi admired that about Sasuke. When his younger brother went to college, he was finally able to break away from their parents and do what he loved. He got a taste of freedom and then ran head long across the country.

The first visit had been pleasant. Sasuke lived in a one bedroom apartment and insisted that Itachi sleep in his bed. He shyly admitted that he met someone. Itachi hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting him, but he knows Sasuke is happy with this man. They had talked on the phone a few times and Itachi has never seen Sasuke smile so much in one conversation.

Sasuke was doing well and Itachi was really happy for him.

He’s gotten out a few more times since, but he’s always managed to miss the boyfriend. This time around, they had already made plans to go out for dinner. It was actually kind of stupid to make plans though. Itachi knew they were bound to run into Sasuke’s boyfriend since the two had moved in together only a few months ago and Itachi was staying with them. Itachi hadn’t been too happy when he heard about that, but Sasuke was happy and that’s all that matters.

That’s how he finds himself sitting his Sasuke’s new apartment with a cup of tea in his hand. It’s a Saturday and Itachi has the privilege of staying a whole week with his brother. Sasuke has actually taken some time off so they can go sightseeing and such. It should be a good vacation.

Sasuke is just updating Itachi on his new book when a blond comes barreling into the room. He throws a quick good morning over his shoulder and goes right for the kitchen. Itachi can hear him rustling around in the kitchen, muttering curses about being late under his breath. Sasuke rolls his eyes at Naruto, trying to catch his attention. It doesn’t work though and when the blond comes out, he presses a kiss to Sasuke’s cheeks, telling Sasuke he was late for work.

There’s toast hanging out of his mouth when he gets to the door, shooting Sasuke a smile and a good day before Sasuke can even utter a word.

“He has work today?” Itachi asks, eyebrows furrowed. It was a Saturday and Sasuke hadn’t mentioned anything about Naruto working on the weekends. Plus, they had plan for lunch together.

“He does this all the time. He’ll be back in the few minutes,” Sasuke shrugs, sipping his tea.

Sasuke was right, Naruto is definitely a moron.

When he comes back ten minutes later, he blushing and muttering embarrassingly about how it was Saturday and now he looked like an idiot in front of Sasuke’s older brother.

Naruto might be a moron, but the smile on Sasuke lips when Naruto walks back into the apartment pouting is definitely a sight to see.

honeygoldd  asked:

If you don't mind can I request an angst Scenario of Hanamiya who had an s/o that went through a horrible accident and lost their memory but when they finally woke up they think that Hanamiyas some kind of a bad man, like an enemy of some sort. Does this make sense?

Yes it does, don’t worry! Here you go! -Admin Fyre

It didn’t hurt as much when you scorned his advances, because he knew you didn’t mean the things you said.

It didn’t hurt as much when the two of you fought, because you always made up afterward.

The pain never broke him, because you coming back to him was good enough to heal him.

“Makoto, don’t you ever wonder if one day I might actually leave you?”

Hanamiya chuckled, reaching over unexpectedly to flick your forehead. “Idiot. I’ll never let that happen. I’ll make sure that you don’t regret falling in love with me.”

But life was not a fairy tale, and Hanamiya was about to find out exactly how harsh reality was.


Hanamiya’s voice came out broken, disbelieving. The doctor dipped his head apologetically. “I’m sorry. I cannot say if this is permanent. It may be possible to regain some memories over time, but the circumstances vary with every case. You may go in to visit now, if you’d like. Perhaps seeing you or hearing your voice would ring a bell…?”

He didn’t need telling twice. Without another word Hanamiya pushed past the doctor and into your hospital room.

You were sitting up, looking out the window at the sunset over the city, like some typical advertisement image to a romance movie, the kind that had happy endings with tearful reunions and all.

At the sound of his arrival, you turned to look at him, eyes widening, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Hanamiya foolishly believed that you actually recognised him, that you would smile and greet him, and he’d chide you for being so careless and getting yourself hurt, and you’d apologise sheepishly and the two of you would make up, as if nothing had ever happened.

As if you’d still be in love with each other.

“W-who are you?”

Fuck. Fuck. He thought he’d be ready for it.

“I’m Hanamiya Makoto,” he began, walking slowly towards you, not wanting to frighten you. “Don’t worry, the doctor mentioned that you’d lost some of your memory…I’m your—”

“Wait!” You burst out suddenly, pressing up close to the wall of your bed, pulling your blanket up to your knees defensively, making Hanamiya stop in his tracks. “D-don’t come near me.”

Oh God. “Wait, I’m not…”

“Please.” Your voice was quavering. “I don’t know you.”

But I do, Hanamiya almost felt like retorting. His temper was wearing thin, a string that threatened to snap in two, and nothing to hold back his usual demeanor. He told himself to be patient, and yet…

He hated this. He knew what you saw: a man with pale skin and dark hair, a sinister aura and eyes that could not be trusted. For years you’d been the only one who saw past that and loved him. And now you saw him as the man everyone else saw: a delinquent, an enemy, a stranger.

Hanamiya took a deep breath. Maybe you just needed time. Maybe the aftereffects of the accident just hadn’t worn off yet.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He tried to smile reassuringly, but it felt wrong, so he left quickly.

The next day Hanamiya arrived at the hospital with some of your possessions, things that could stir your memory. Your favourite book. An iPod of your favourite songs. A small box.

The doctor was waiting for him at the door of your room. “I’m sorry, but you cannot go in.”

“What?” Everything that Hanamiya had planned to say to you, a night’s worth of preparation and speeches and reminiscing, gone. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“________ believes it’s best to keep things this way…” The doctor sounded apprehensive. “…until memories of you could return. You have to understand…no offense meant, sir, but ________ thinks that you…”

He trailed off, and Hanamiya felt anger boil in his veins. “That I what? That I was going to do something?”

“I don’t know—”

“I’m a monster now? Is that it?”

The doctor hesitated. “There’s nothing more I can do. This is the patient’s wish. Please leave or I will call security.”

They were treating him like a criminal. No, you were treating him like one. And here Hanamiya had thought that the things he’d brought you could allow you to remember who he was to you.

At that moment Hanamiya felt lonelier than he’d ever felt before, and that feeling seemed to fill up his lungs and crush his ability to breathe.

“When…” Hanamiya cleared his throat. “When can I come back?”

“It’s hard to say. It’s not uncommon for a patient with amnesia to be uncomfortable with people or things that would have normally been familiar with them. It’s certainly better for them to become accustomed to those things gradually again in their own time…”

He doesn’t need to dress up the explanation in pretty words. Hanamiya already knew what he meant.

Brusquely he thrust the box full of your possessions at the doctor. “Give these to ________,” he muttered. “I’ll…I’ll keep my distance.”

The doctor looked equally as awkward. “Of course. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

What would your reaction be, Hanamiya wondered, when you opened that box and found the ring inside that he’d proposed to you with, only days before your accident?

Hanamiya wished he could have told you himself that you had said yes.

A month later the box was mailed back to him.

Even though it looked as though it’d been opened and rummaged through, the sheer fact that it was sitting on his doorstep again was enough of an answer for Hanamiya.

There was a letter on top, addressed to him.

Hanamiya Makoto,

I thought I ought to return this to you.

The doctor told me that you picked out these things to help me remember, because you were my lover. You must have put a lot of effort into it, so thank you, I guess.

But I’m sorry. I can’t remember.

You’ll be angry at me. I could see it in your eyes when you came to see me.

I saw a person with nothing but pain and anger in his eyes, and I wondered, “What did I see in this man?”

I see pictures of you and me, notes that we wrote to each other, songs we sang; a happy life between two people I don’t recgonize.

I’m sorry this happened, and I’m sorry that I have to leave you. But I’m not who you know me as, nor who you want me to be.

Don’t let this change you. You will find someone who loves you as much as you loved me.

But that person won’t be me.

Hanamiya swallowed. “Fuck!” he spat, hands gripping the letter. He wanted to crumple it, tear it up, set it on fire, anything to deny the reality written to him.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy the last thing you’ve given him.

So that’s it. He failed. That was the verdict. He couldn’t make you change your mind, make you realise who you had been in his eyes, make you give him a chance.

Instead he’d made you regret ever loving him.

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if you covered this or anything, but in the scene in s4 where Stiles and Malia get locked in a room and kiss, I didn't really see anyone unlock the door. I thought this could have something to do with Stile's somethingness.

Oh it does - that was all Stiles, I’m sure of it. I have written about that before, here’re some links to a couple of my previous posts 

In fact I also think Stiles locked the door, just not consciously. 

Melissa did close the door, that much is indisputable. And so it’s easy to assume that she also locked it. But why would Melissa do that? She’s not someone who meddles in anyone’s love life, not even her own son. I could see her giving some verbal advice, but not pulling something like this. As a trained nurse, she also probably knows not to lock people in rooms without cause, not to mention people might get panic attacks and so on.  

Also, I found  this document that lists the state regulations for room and baths at hospitals. I scrolled down to California and found this:

(b) patients’ rooms shall not be kept locked when occupied except in rooms approved by The department for seclusion of psychiatric patients.

I highly doubt Melissa would go against state policy just to force her son’s best friend and his ex to reconcile. 

But the conversation that plays out between Stiles and Malia does seem to support Melissa locking it. And it’s Malia who assumes this, and it seems the most logical explanation. But by now we all know that assumptions are dangerous in teen wolf. 

Stiles continues the conversation as if Melissa did do it, it but it’s a very weird conversation and I get the distinct impression Stiles is using Melissa as an example but what he really talks about is himself.

He does look surprised when he realized the door was locked, but unlike Malia who gets annoyed he just looks surprised for a moment..

…and then he seems to just come to a realization that, yeah that was probably me. 

So while Malia keeps droning on about Melissa locking it, Stiles seem to use her misunderstanding to talk about himself without talking about himself. 

Here’s the conversation, and I’ve put my little “translations” in [bold]

Malia: It’s locked.
Stiles: Why would she lock the door? Uh Hey, Melissa? (RATTLING) Melissa.
Malia: I could break it.
Stiles: How about you not? I already owe this hospital enough money.
Malia: Why would she lock the door?
Stiles: Maybe she didn’t mean to.[I totally did not consciously do that. But it kinda works so yeah]
Malia: You don’t just accidentally lock a door.
Stiles: Okay, well, maybe, she wasn’t thinking, exactly. [meaning I wasn’t thinking, I panicked when you tried to leave, we need to sort this out]
Or wasn’t thinking it through. You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through. [I didn’t really mean to - i have no control over this thing yet.]
Malia: Then she’s stupid.
Stiles: [sounding very personally insulted] No, even smart people can do stupid things.  You know, ‘cause they think that it’s the right thing. [I can’t have you running around with Peter, he’s dangerous. I need to keep you safe and that is why i was keeping the fact that he’s your dad from you.] And I don’t think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life! [I messed up, forgive me!] Especially because she’s tried apologizing hundreds of times through texts and voicemails. [Now even Malia is picking up on the fact that he’s really talking about himself]
Malia: Is she gonna keep begging?
Stiles: She might.
Malia: I don’t have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I’m picking up fast. But other things are like
Stiles: Like math?
Malia: I hate math.
Stiles: You hate me?
Malia: I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot.
Stiles: I can work with that. [YES! I’m in control again]

And even if anyone strongly believes Melissa did lock the door - who unlocked it? And not just unlocked it but also opened it? Like you point out, there wasn’t anyone out there in that corridor.

Stiles moves his arm slightly to the left just before the door opens as well, as if he’s gently motioning it open with telekinesis. 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something like that…

I think Stiles is aware of what he can do now, and probably has since the whole void thing. I know I’ve been saying that he’s mostly hiding it because he wants to appear normal, and I still think that is part of it. I’m just starting to think that the other argument is that he’s associating it with “bad things”. 

He’s usually only accessed his somethingness that he’s aware of to do shitty things - like kill the chemist, and we also know he remembers all the things he did during 3b. Are we really sure that was the nogitsune/void giving him resistance to electricity, throwing Derek into walls etc.? Perhaps that was all Stiles, and that is why he tells Malia that he remembers liking it, and that scares him. 

He seems genuinely surprised the few times we see him use it for good. Like here with the locking/unlocking of a door. But also stopping Malia from destroying the computer

and when the phone call came through in Mexico without cell service

So I guess Stiles is right that he’s better - just not good enough in his own eyes to reveal and own up to it. 

No Sex Policy - Week 1

Prompt: Can u write a sequel to ‘returning the favour’ where they both decide to date and take it slow with no sex policy and they achieve that for a month and then they can’t keep their hands off each other.

This prompt is so wonderful!! To Anon, whoever you are who keeps on giving me amazing prompts to write, please keep going. THEY’RE AMAZING. I have divided this into weeks, because it said a month and I may have tweaked it a little because you know. Lol. Expect three more of these.

They had decided it was most logical to stop.

The “favors” they’d been giving each other, as favorable as they were, weren’t exactly something that could ever amount to any good. It had been decided that those incidents were just a combination of built up stress and freak incidences that were a one-time thing and nothing more. Anything “else” that it may have implied was just a mere figment of their imagination. It was one friend helping out another friend: like when you forget to study for an exam and your friend let you copy their notes. It was that kind of a supportive friendship that was sure enough to last. Relationships (god forbid they mentioned the word out loud) were messy, emotional and were too much pressure to even think about – both of them knew it, and they wholeheartedly agreed. Plane crashes and dead fiancés were enough for one lifetime. And so they had come upon the agreement that they would not be illogical and commit the same mistake like last year. They were brilliant surgeons (one army-trained and the other one with abilities beyond any mortal on earth), they would be able to do this with determination and self-discipline, right? Mind over matter and all that crap. Whatever they had to continuously repeat to themselves to get them through the day without imagining the other in the throes of mind-blowing and earth-shattering sex.

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Break In (Ray/Reader)

Who: Reader/Ray
What: Your apartment was robbed and you got clobbered in the process. Ray lives below you and is one of your good friends so he takes care of you.
Rating: Mostly PG, some swearing, some pain/blood/sexual suggestions but nothing big. Ray is too adorable I am sorry.
Author’s note: May continue with this later because I feel like good guy Ray needs more love. Part two here.
Words: 5,000+

You felt cold. There was a metallic taste in your mouth. But you were cold. You had never felt this cold in bed. Slowly you opened your eyes, the light was blinding. You squinted at the blurry whiteness. Slowly it started to come more and more into focus. The white walls were not your room. The ceiling wasn’t your ceiling. You went from cold and sleepy, to cold and wide awake. You jerked up in bed and looked around. You rubbed your eyes and your head ached. Beside you was a small table with a little vase full of flowers. They were still wrapped in their plastic. Hastily bought. The little beeps and noises meant only one thing. A hospital? You looked around more. There were no IV’s in your arm, but the small heart monitor was attached to your finger either way. Well..

You hadn’t had an allergic reaction to anything at least. But why were you here. Why were you in the.. You reached up and felt your head again, it was killing you now but all you felt was a bandage. It ached there. Why. Your arms were littered in what looked like day old bruises. You weren’t in your clothes but in a gown. Other parts of you ached enough that you felt like you needed to lay back down but now your heart was beating rapidly. You couldn’t stop it. Why were you HERE? You opened your mouth to speak but only a soft little sound came out. Your voice was worn. Why? You tried to yell but it was scratchy and faded to the point that it didn’t even carry to the door.

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anonymous asked:

Hello hello ^^ I'm new in the Stony ship and I'm a huge fanfic reader. You are the first stony shipper I found on tumblr so I thought, why not asking you :) I'm looking for good Stony fanfictions (long is okay) AU and rom-com are my favourites but everything is good as long as it's a happily ever after ;) So yeah, basically I'm asking for some good fanfics recommendations :D If you don't have time to answer, no problem, maybe you know a good blog repertoire? Thaaaanks :)

Hello, friend! I am a huge fanfic reader as well, and all I’ve been reading is Steve/Tony so I gotcha. I have soooo many recs, but since you like AUs and Rom-Coms, I’m gonna recommend you those first. Since you didn’t mention which verse, I am going to assume that you mean MCU? If you like Comic-verse, let me know because omg there are so many jewels…Sooo many! Anyways, here are my favorites. Most of them are romantic comedies, but some of them are a little bit angsty. But, happy ending! :D And now, to the recs…


What if I Were To - blue_jack (PG-13 |AU |Pre-Serum!Steve |Mutant!Steve |Protective!Steve |Pining!Tony)
“I know I said you could pick my next PA, but this is ridiculous.”
Bea’s comment: One of my favorites. 

Steve and Tony Make a Porno - uraneia (NC-17 |AU |Virgin!Steve |Porn video |Bottom!Steve)
Steve needs to make some quick cash to cover his mom’s TB treatment and hospital stay. Bucky convinces him to try porn. Steve’s not sure he’ll be able to go through with it… until he meets Tony, the guy he’s supposed to do his screen test with.
Sequel: Kiss and Tell - uraneia
Bea’s comment: Unf. Hot.

The Foodieverse - blackglass, copperbadge, reena_jenkins (Series |PG-13 |AU)
Steve Rogers just wanted to sell good, nourishing, cheap food from his food truck. Now the crazy fusion chefs from TOBRU are calling him a hipster, the avant garde restaurant “Shield” across the street has declared war on chains, and…well, then there’s Thor, who thinks Steve’s habit of licking food is weird.
Bea’s comment: This whole series is awesome, started GEN but then went on into Steve/Tony territory. :D

Issues - so_shhy (PG-13 |Humor |College!AU)
In which Steve has a crippling crush on Tony Stark, Tony is oblivious and obnoxious, and Bucky expresses his disapproval via passive-aggressive comics.
Bea’s comment: Yeeees favorite. They’re all in college, Bucky and Steve work on a comic book (Bucky is the writer and Steve the illustrator), and there’s pining and Bucky being hilarious. 

Bulletproof - foxxcub (NC-17 |College!AU |Bottom!Steve |Fuckbuddies |Pining!Steve)
At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark. By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark’s fuck buddy.
Bea’s comment: “Friends” with benefits, pining, hot sex, FEELINGS…what’s not to love?

Take Another Little Piece of My Heart Now, Baby - blue_jack (NC-17 |AU |Best Friends |Fake Relationship |Pining!Steve |Bottom!Steve)
“I think we should get married,” Tony announced as he let himself into Steve’s apartment, plopping next to him on the couch.
Bea’s comment: Really great fic where Tony and Steve are best friends, Steve is in love with Tony and Tony asks him to pretend to be his fiance during a trip to his parent’s house. :D

a guy walks into a bank - starkravingcap (PG |AU)
Okay, so this looks bad. Like, really bad. Tony knows this, he has eyes, and ears, and he’s really very intelligent and all, so he knows just how bad this whole situation is. But—look, it’s not his fault this time. Or; the one where Rhodey tries to domesticate Tony, and it all goes horribly wrong.
Bea’s comment: AU where Tony and Rhodey are stuck as hostages in a bank robbery, and of course they meet Steve…you know how this ends. :)

going on a ride - theappleppielifestyle (R |High School AU)
“You want to take me for a ride on your motorcycle,” Tony repeats, slow so he can process it as he’s saying it, “because you think my glasses are cute.”
Bea’s comment: High School AU where Steve is the leader of a biker gang but he’s still a cinnamon roll who likes Tony. :3

sweeter than heaven - asexualfenris (PG-13 |AU)
All you need to know is that there is feelings and books and copious amounts of coffee because this is a college!AU; or that one where Steve is polite and Tony is ridiculous. Also most of this takes place in a bookshop.
Bea’s comment: Steve works in a bookstore, and Tony pines (and flirts badly)

Dangerous Kitchen Tools - ladyshadowdrake (NC-17 |AU)
Engineering prodigy, billionaire, and heir to the Stark Industries empire, Tony Stark turned the business world on its head by opening a restuarant and burying himself in the kitchen. Years later, he covers an informal evening cooking class for his friend and fellow molecular gastronomist, Bruce Banner, where he meets famously camera-shy comic artist Steve Rogers.
Bea’s comment: Tony is a cheeeeef. Steve is a comic book artist who is also Tony’s fan. Super cute.

If I could conjure worth a damn (I wouldn’t have friends like these) - lyra_wing (PG-13 |AU: Hogwarts)
The Avengers are at Hogwarts. Tony’s building non-regulation broomsticks, Steve’s dealing with a mysterious Time Turner accident, Loki’s sneering at the Muggles, Thor’s wielding a Beater’s bat, Darcy’s commentating at Quidditch matches, Fury’s teaching DADA, everyone loves a drink at the Three Broomsticks, and Bruce has a secret.
Bea’s comment: Hogwarts AU! 

How To Be a Truly Terrible Wingman - Wordsplat (NC-17 |Hate-sex |Non-powered)
Prompt: “We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other. Let’s bang it out.”
Bea’s comment: Hate sex. Fuck-buddies. Falling in love. Yes.

Toy Soldiers - copperbadge (NC-17 |Canon!AU: IM1 |Pre-serum!Steve |Action |Hurt/Comfort)
When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn’t expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he’s not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.
Sequel: Desert Knights - copperbadge (Canon!AU: Thor and IM2)
Bea’s comment: This is a pretty great Canon AU fic with Pre-serum!Steve who is pretty bad-ass, sassy and bamf.

with a decent happiness - torigates (R |AU |Teacher!Steve)
Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn’t, and never was Captain America. Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.
Bea’s comment: Where they meet and Tony tries to woo Steve.

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