or jumps into the ocean hoping it will swallow his tears

deadroses (m)

Word Count: 13,694

Warning: Hoseok smut, violence

A/N: This scenario took me about three months to write, which you can probably guess by looking at the word count. For that reason it has a very special place in my heart, no matter how much effort it cost me to finish it. It turned out a lot darker than my other scenarios, and I tried my best to make this scenario more intellectual for that reason. I really hope the two main characters (you and Hoseok) turned out the way I wanted them to: like real people, with a story and an imperfect personality. -But, without any further ado, enjoy.


You look up from your shaking hands at the boy sitting next to you. “What now?”

He stares at the graphite floor that shimmers in the dimmed light like the ocean, vibrating with every rock the vehicle hits. “Do you think there’s any chance we’ll succeed? An actual chance?”

You grunt. “I thought you were always so confident about our victory, Jungkook.” With your elbow, you strike his side, to which he responds by moving away from you. His dark eyes are hostile, which is so different from how they have been in times gone by. With a soft chuckle you remember his soft stuttering the first time you made this same move on him, the nervous look in his eyes like that of a deer in the headlights. Those days seem like they are miles away from where you’re standing now, on the edge of the horizon that is your memory.

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buttonfanatic  asked:

Langst where he comes out of a pod and discovers he's deaf or blind you can write two separate scenarios or pick just one but imagine the extra langst from him blind and not being able to be the sharpshooter anymore, which is one of the few things allowing him to hold onto his identity vs the extra langst with when he and the team realize he cant hear and how much more difficult communication will be (especially when in the lions) making lance feel like he's more trouble than he's worth

Ohhh I’ll do both!


They both will start the same way just fyi 

Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged. 

“Lance!” Hunk cried! 

Knew it, Hunks hugs are the best. Lance reached up to return the hug. 

Lance pulled back a little and started to rub his eyes. That’s weird, I usually can see when I come out. 

Lance listened to his team tell him about what happened, something with an explosion and Lance was standing a bit too close to.  

Lance nodded his head when Shiro gave him the “You Have To Be More Careful™” Speech. Lance was too tired to pay attention. 

Lance kept rubbing his eyes, why am I still seeing black? Wait!  He only faded back into the conversation when Coran mentioned him getting food. 

Everyone agreed and started heading out of the room, only stopping when they realized Lance wasn’t following them.

“Lance, buddy? You coming?” Hunk questioned as he turned around and noticed tears streaming down Lance’s face. “Hey what’s wrong?” Hunk rushed over to his best friend. 

Lance wiped his eyes again just to make sure. “I can’t see.” 


After running a few test on Lance, Coran concluded that Lance had gone blind due to being close to the explosion. 

Lance was devastated, he lost something that he never thought he would. 

The team tried to help him and make him feel better, but they did nothing against Lance’s thoughts. 

Lance couldn’t do anything, he found himself with Blue a lot more since he could see out of her eyes. Blue helped a little but not a lot. What did Lance expect, she was a giant metal lion, she wasn’t perfect at everything.


Shiro walked into Blue’s hanger, he needed to get Lance for dinner. Shiro approached Blue and thanked her when she let him inside. Shiro walked up the ramp and found Lance sitting in the pilot chair shaking slightly. 

Shiro swallowed. “Lance? You alright? It’s time for dinner.” 

Lance nodded his head but didn’t make an intention of moving. 

Shiro walked over to him and wrapped his arm (awkwardly) around the boy, trying to make sure the chair didn’t dig into him.

“Lance, you can tell me what’s wrong.” Shiro whispered. 

Lance took a huge intake of breath and covered his eyes with his hands. “I can’t do it.” 

“What do you mean?” Shiro inquired.

“I can’t contribute to the team anymore. I can only fly Blue, that’s all. I can’t help you save prisoners, I can’t protect you all outside of your lions. I can’t even shoot my gun. I was the team sharp shooter, I can’t even do that.”  Lance started to shake even more. 

Shiro hugged Lance even tighter. “Lance, you don’t bring the team down. We just have to work around this. You will still be able to help people.” 

Lance leaned into Shiro a bit more. “I’ll never be able to see my family again. I won’t be able to see how my siblings grow. I won’t be able to see my mom. I won’t be able to see the ocean. I won’t be able to see Earth.” Lance started to sob.

Shiro didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell Lance that it would get better because it wouldn’t. Shiro fought back his own tears and hugged Lance tighter and held him as he cried. 



Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged.

“Lance!” Hunk cried!

This must be Hunk, I would recognize these hugs anywhere. Lance reached up to return the hug.

Lance pulled back and looked at Hunk, he quickly noticed that Hunk was moving his lips but no sounds was coming out. Lance started to clean his ears with his pinky. That’s weird. 

Lance looked around the room and his eyes fell on Shiro who was talking to him, Lance still didn’t hear what he said. 

“What?” Lance said. He must of said to loud because everyone jumped and looked at him confused. 

Lance watched Shiro take a breath and start to move his lips again. After a few moment Shiro’s lips stopped. 

“Can you repeat that?” Lance asked again. Or he think he asked. He couldn’t hear his own voice. Man it’s like I’m deaf or something. Wait. 

Lance nearly pealed out of his skin when Coran slapped his back. Lance stared at the man, who was obviously talking to him. 

Lance was about to cry. This can’t be happening. Lance pushed past Coran and walk over to a counter on the other side of the room. He grabbed Coran’s tablet and pulled up the messaging part. Lance quickly drew on the table 3 words, that tore his heart out. He flipped the tablet around and showed his team. I can’t hear. 


The team quickly realized that Lance losing his hearing would affect them in many ways. 

Training in the castle was alright except trying to form a plan. It wasn’t Lance’s fault he learned the plan and went with it, he didn’t know when the team switched it up on him. 

Flying in the lions was almost unbearable. The team couldn’t talk to Lance, he never knew what they wanted. The lions would try to help him but it wasn’t perfect 100%. 

The team wasn’t the only one struggling. Lance was fighting every urge to just scream. He never liked the quiet before. He didn’t like it growing up and he didn’t like it now. He grew up in a huge family, so noise made him feel at home. 

Now Lance was stuck with a tablet and watching people talk but never hearing. Even when Lance sat in Blue, he couldn’t hear anything. Lance just wanted to hear one word. He wanted to hear anything. Lance curled up into a ball in front of Blue. He wanted to hear anything. Lance started to shake, and then cry. He wasn’t sure how loud he was being but he didn’t care. What would they do, yell at him? 

My poor son! 

Thank you for these! 

I hope you like them!! <3333 

Props to you if you found the Hamilton reference. 

Run Away- Bucky x Reader

Authors Notes: Prep for the angst and Fluff y’all! lol

Prompt: @melconnor2007 I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but nat refuses to believe he loves here and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her, if that makes any sense at all, lol,

 Notes/Warnings: assumed cheating, angst, fluff, kissing

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

 Your life was bliss. Well, as blissful as it could be while being an Avenger. Bucky had been with the team just a year longer than you and from the day you arrived the two of you had hit it off. Just a few months ago Steve locked the two of you in the gym until it came out that you both had feelings for each other and the decision to be official was sealed with the kiss of your life. Since then you and Bucky were practically inseparable. Everyone at the compound agreed that the two of you belonged together.

 Everyone except Nat. She was good at hiding it, keeping her feelings in check is part of her skill set, but she just didn’t think you were right for him. She thought she should be in your shoes, in his arms. She was your friend though, or at least friend enough. She lied to you and told you how happy she was for you. She told you how perfect the two of you were together just to frown when your back was turned.

 Today she was over it, though. It had been four months of dating between you and you made cupcakes and he brought you flowers. It made her sick. She had a plan and was set to execute it as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she had that planned, too.

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“Stand For Something” - Aelin

This is an AU. 

She was light as a feather with the weight of worlds on her shoulders. In that moment she was nothing and everything. In that moment she was made of nothing and all of the elements.

She thrashed and bucked as Aedion squeezed her small frame, his face buried in her neck. He was muttering small words over and over against her skin, “Long live the King, long live the King, long live the King”

Aelin arched her back and she screamed as her mother said the words. She said the words that shattered everything she was made of. Evalin collapsed against Rhoe as the words tumbled off her lips,

“Sam is dead, fireheart”

Aelin looked in the mirror, her eyes red and dull. She swallowed, looking down at her hands. Her fingers were shaking and she gasped, covering her face. She couldn’t do this. There wasn’t one single part of her that was ready, yet she still felt a hand against her shoulder. 

“It’s time, milady” Aelin almost broke again, right there. Only Sam had whispered that word. Only Sam had spun her around and kissed her with everything he had, only to whisper in her ear, “I’m yours, milady”

Aelin closed her eyes. 

Laughter. What a blissful thing. They were meadows, having just had their picnic. Guards stood near by, but they ignored them. Sam smiled and he bowed deeply, holding his hand out. “May I have this dance, milady?”

They were so, so young. Their eyes still sparkled with an essence of youth and Aelin bowed deeply, fluttering her eyelashes slowly. She took her husband’s hand and let him pull her against his chest. 

It was then they swayed, Aelin’s face buried against his shoulder. Her arm was loosely wrapped around his neck, the other around his waist. Sam smiled and looped his arms around her waist in return, and they just slowly moved around in a circle. 

As one, together. The two of them. Nothing would break them, no matter how young they were, no matter how many people frowned down at their foolishness, they were still the Queen and King of Terrasen. 

“Milady? Lysandra bowed deeply and Aelin sucked in her breath, sliding on her lace black gloves. She watched as her wedding band, pure silver, disappeared under the fabric. She kissed her wedding ring gently, before nodding and setting her shoulders back.

She was queen. And it was time to put her king to rest. 

“He was a good man, milady,” Lysandra said as she led Aelin down the hallway. Aelin could hear the guards trailing behind her and her fingers went up to her hair, now flowing down her back. Too soon she had to do away with the married up-do she had worn ever since she married Sam. 

His death was only a short time ago and she was already changing. Aelin clasped her hands in front of her, pressing them against her abdomen. “I know he was,” She said as they turned the corner.

The night was particularly cold. The queen and king had been curled together, Aelin’s head buried in Sam’s chest. The blankets around them were a tangled mess, but they breathed as one. 

That was when the doors opened and Aelin was up in a moment. 

She was screaming the next. Men yanked her out of the bed and clamped their hands over her mouth, pinning her arms to her body, and holding her legs. They were suffocating her, too close, too unfamiliar. She couldn’t summon her flames.

Sam was up the next moment, but he already had a blade positioned at his throat. Tears were a steady stream going down the queen’s face and she screamed against the hand that was clasped against her mouth. 

The sharp tang of blood filled her mouth as she was slapped. She held her cheek and her lower lip wobbled. Someone grabbed her chin and she spat in their face, blood splattering. The man scowled and wiped it off slowly, “Girl-Queen and Boy-King”

Aelin would never forget his Adarlan accent. Her lips puckered as he pushed her cheeks in with his thumb and pointer finger, gripping hard enough to bruise. Aelin sobbed as she felt the fabric of her night dress move and Sam shouted. 

“The Boy-King dies,” Another snarled. Aelin sobbed and she screamed and thrashed as she was lowered onto her back. She arched her back as her wrists were pinned above her head, her ankles pinned to the ground. 

Her knees were bent and Aelin wriggled and bucked, trying to break free. “The Boy-King dies” The first man snarled, his fingers going down to his waistband. That was when Aelin heard the guards. The men froze as she trembled, then they were gone. 

Out the window. She hoped they fell to their deaths. 

Aelin got to her feet and she stumbled to the bed, before letting out a scream. She jumped into the bed, now stained and wet with red, pulling Sam’s head into her lap. “Get help! Help me! Please!” Aelin screamed. 

Her hands trembled as she pressed down on the wound in her husband’s abdomen. She screamed and buried her face in his neck, muttering prayer after prayer, to Mala Fire-Bringer, to Brannon, to anyone who would listen. 

Her husband stroked her hair, fully aware it was the last time he ever would. 

“Aelin,” Her cousin ripped her out of her thoughts and Aelin looked up. She struggled to swallow and let out a loose breath as Aedion wrapped his arms around her, hugging his widowed cousin. 

“The queen will be ahead shortly,” Aedion said dismissively. The guards bowed and they walked forward down to the other end of the corridor. But Lysandra stayed. Aedion paused and he looked at the girl, before raising an eyebrow. 

Lysandra bowed as low as she could go before scurrying off after the guards. Tears streamed down Aelin’s cheeks and Aedion quickly brushed them, kissing her cheek with a ghost of a touch. “He’s at peace now”

“Don’t fill me with soft lies and half comforts,” Aelin waved him off. She looped her arm with her cousin’s and began to walk once more. Though her legs felt like jelly and she wanted to vomit until she could no more, she made it outside. 

“Baby girl,” Evalin pressed her fingers against her mouth. Aelin put her hand up, silencing her mother. They were outside now. The whole continent was watching, waiting to see what the girl-queen would do. And she would show them exactly that. 

Aelin silently motioned for her parents to get behind her. She squared her jaw and let Aedion lift her sideways onto her horse. She let loose a small, private breath before the horse began to move. 

Aelin lifted her chin and she lowered her veil as they passed through the first of three towns they would pass. Aelin looked forward, not watching the people. They wailed for their king, her husband; they threw flowers and sent prayers to the gods. 

Aelin wanted to snarl the gods weren’t listening. But she stayed silent as they traveled through all three towns, her head bowed. But she was strong, because the people needed to believe their queen would get through this, even if she didn’t believe it herself. 

All too soon Aedion was pulling her down from her horse. She squared her shoulders yet again and waited for her parents and Aedion to fall in line behind her. 

Then the queen began to walk, she began her parade, to go bury her husband. 

She was wearing a white dress. The brightest and purest dress she had ever seen. And Sam couldn’t stop grinning. He was grinning so hard, his dimples dug into his skin. And Aelin giggled behind her hand. 

She had sworn she would marry for love and that’s what she was about to do. She would not marry for an alliance, she would not marry for power or a foothold into another kingdom. She would not marry Crown Prince Dorian Havilliard. 

She would marry Sam Cortland or she would not marry at all. 

And she was having her way. Though neither of them save themselves getting married at sixteen and seventeen, it was nothing short of perfect. Aelin kissed her parent’s cheeks and she grinned at Aedion, who in turn gave her two thumbs up. 

That was when she began to walk. Again, the whole continent was watching. And Aelin intended them to give all of them both her middle fingers as she married the love of her life. 

She was walking to Sam, and Sam was walking to her. They met in the middle and Aelin’s heart fluttered. She reached out and grasped Sam’s hands. “I do,” Aelin said after their minister said his holy words. “I do, I do, on this earth and the next, in this megauniverse and those that come after it, on this continent or at the bottom of the ocean. I take Sam Cortland, no one else, to be my husband. To hold my heart in his hands, to hold me in his arms”

Sam just grinned. “What she said,” He muttered softly. Aelin laughed and she looked back at the minister, an eyebrow raised. 

“I now pronounce you, wife and husband” 

Aelin pulled Sam down and she dipped him immediately, kissing him. The people gasped, but Aedion hollered, clapping. Sam laughed and he held Aelin’s head, fingering her hair, letting her dip him and kiss him. 

Aelin laughed and she stumbled a bit as Sam stood back up. His cheeks were flushed and he fixed her hair, brushing her cheeks and holding her face. “Good gods woman, I can’t wait until you do that again,” He grinned. 

Then they kneeled. And then they let crowns rest on their heads. And then they were queen and king. 

Aelin touched her lips. She was already next to the solid black casket. She pressed her hands tightly against her lips, and blinked rapidly behind her veil of black. Of mourning. Of death and destruction and a broken heart. 

Aedion gently pressed her back, giving her comfort. Aelin nodded and she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at her people. The lords and lordesses, the dukes and duchesses, they were here to mourn their king, and support their queen. 

In the front row Aelin saw Cal and Marion Lochan. Elide wore a black dress, lace flowing at the cuffs. Tears ran down her cheeks and she ducked her head into her father’s chest. Aelin wished she could do that, but she couldn’t. She had to be strong. 

Aelin swallowed and she bowed. She bowed for her king. Her knees pressed against the black fabric laid down for her. She pushed her entirely lace dress out, and she lifted her veil, her black morning crown settle on her golden head. 

Aelin leaned down and she pressed a soft kiss to the black casket. She ran her hand across it slowly and the people held their breath as their queen said goodbye to her king. Aelin moved her lips against the casket, “I miss you so much. But I will have our revenge,” Aelin snarled the word before she stood up, looking at her people once again. 

She felt like screaming. 

“Sam is dead, fireheart”

Aelin ran. She ran in her pale green nightgown, soaked in her husband’s blood. Aedion called after her then ran after his cousin. The guards turned away, pretending not to notice as their queen broke down. 

She ran into the throne room and narrowed her eyes on the Adarlan flag. She rushed over and gripped it, before ripping it to the ground. Aelin couldn’t breathe as she ripped down the Fenharrow, Melisande, and Ellywe flags. 

She spun around, Sam’s blood drying on her skin and she screamed, her throat spasming. Her voice cracked and she fell to the ground, screaming and sobbing. He was gone, he was gone and she could not bring him back. 

Then the flags burned. And the Adarlan one was first. 

“We stand here as a country in a terrible situation. Men broke down our walls and took our king,” Aelin’s voice did not waver. She stared her people, begging them to call to action. “They tried to ruin your queen and they killed your king. They killed my husband, my king, they killed Sam Galathynius”

Aelin clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She lifted her chin and swallowed. Her eyes stung with tears, but she willed them away. “My husband is dead. Our king is dead. But our nation is strong, power, and ruthless. Yet we are kind, loving, and prosperous. We will mourn and then we will be better than ever. Let my husband be a martyr, let him mean something” 

As one her people stood, then they bowed. They bowed to their queen, to their dead king, and to what they meant. Aelin slowly lowered her veil and she pulled her skirts out, a show of recognition to her people.

Then she turned away and stood by Aedion as her husband was put to rest in the Galathynius family tomb. Aelin looked away as the doors closed. She grabbed Aedion’s hand, her lace gloves brushing against his callouses. 

“They will get what’s coming to them,” Aedion whispered so softly, no one heard but her. Aelin looked up and Aedion gave a small nod. 

“They will give you a year of mourning,” Aedion said, clasping Aelin’s shoulder. She stood a little taller and stared at her cousin, power booming in those Ashryver eyes. “They will give you until you are seventeen, Aelin, then you will be forced to court and soon marry again. No one will interrupt your mourning. A year, Aelin, one year”

Aelin nodded and she took the black suit, the cloak, the dagger, and the parchment. She opened the parchment and read through it, before she reached a name. “Celaena Sardothien,” The queen whispered. This was who she would become after she put her husband to rest. 

She would become ruthless, she would become a blade, she would become the Adarlan assassins who had punctured her husband through his abdomen. And she would find them, she would look them in the eye. 

And she hoped they would recognizing the Girl-Queen that stared at them. Because she would be the last thing they ever saw. 

“Get revenge for my king, my brother,” Aedion said, his eyes hard. Aelin bowed to her cousin, and then Aedion bowed back. They clasped arms and shared a cruel smile. Then Aelin turned around and she left the General Commander’s office, ready to complete her mission. 

Now Aelin turned away from her people, to the Galathynius tomb, a trail of black lace following her. She walked slowly, seconds and seconds going by between each step. She slowed down her breathing as she slowly lifted up her veil. 

The Queen of Terrasen stared to the sky, and her eyes hardened. She pressed her fingers to her lips, and then she turned south, looking straight at Adarlan. She gave a wicked smile a queen would never have, “My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid”

“But you will be. I am ruination,” She growled, before lowering her veil. She would have her revenge. She would have it and she would enjoy every second of it. 


or: Four Times Moana and Maui Surprised the Crowd, and One Time They Did Not

My first shot at a 4-and-1 type gig! I tried to keep these short, but you know my writing, that didn’t end up happening. I think this is like seven thousand words total. Look, my hand just slipped for four hours straight. 

Happy, happy birthday to my dear friend @paperjam-bipper! You’re so old now, you shmuck. Congratulations. Hope you enjoy the gratuitous amounts of fluff I stuck in here, just for you. :) 

Fandom: Moana
Words: 7,400
Category: Gen
Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary: Four times Moana and Maui surprised the crowd, and one time they did not. 


It’s when the first wave breaks on the deck of their ship that Aronui decides, quite firmly, that she does not like storms.

Even shielded as she is from the worst of the rain by her mother’s sturdy legs and swollen belly, there pellets of water sting against her eyelids, and Aronui has to squint to see the deck of the boat mere feet in front of her. Her hairband was lost long ago to the frenzy of the wind, which whips her hair around her face. When Aronui spares a hand to try and tame it, she ends up nearly ripping off the right half of her head.

“Hard about to port!” shouts a familiar voice, commanding against the fury of the storm.

Aronui looks over to see Moana astride the canoe. Despite the writhing waves that tower around her Moana looks at ease, balanced perfectly atop the edge of her canoe while wrestling with the halyard in both hands. She’s planted at one end of her tiny craft, which sways dangerously in the water, and is somehow using the boat’s instability to clamber up the side and look intently at Kara.

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Queen of the Water (2)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: none!


Part 1 Part 3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

She hugged Ms. Maximoff first and then Wanda’s brother, Pietro. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson followed afterwards. Y/n took a deep breath before pulling Sam and Wanda into one of the biggest hugs she’s ever given. She squeezes them tightly and her body shakes as she cries against them. She feels as if her mother had taken out her heart and stomped it repeatedly. She feels their own cries against her t-shirt and they squeeze her back just as tightly. Her mother coughs behind them and it forces the trio apart. Y/n’s shoulders sag and she wipes her face with her palm. Mrs. Wilson hands something to Sam and her eyes quirk in interest.

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Moana Fanfic - You’re Welcome

Author’s Note: So, I haven’t written fanfiction in forever. I am incredibly rusty. Please forgive me. BUT, I was so inspired by @youkaiyume and her amazing Moana fanart, that I just had to write this for her. I hope others can read it and enjoy it too. I’m sorry if it’s badly written and/or falls into terrible tropes. Please don’t hurt me D:


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I Object (Pt 2) - Finn Bálor

A/N: You wanted part two? Well, here you go! ;)

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin


Finn looked over at you, seeing how your eyes glistened. As the wedding planner escorted herself away from the doorframe, Finn couldn’t help but stare. Every crashing thought, every memory, it was all piling up on his shoulders, creating this new weight. That weight would only be lifted if he got everything off his chest and allowed you to make your final decision.

This would go one or two ways. Either you would see and understand that you were in love with your best friend, but hardly noticed it…

Or Finn would end up making himself seem like a fool and the day would result in total heartbreak while he drank his memories away. “Are you ready?” Your sweet voice rang through his ears like a melody. Clenching his fists out of sight, he seemingly nodded, composing himself.

“Ready when you are, love.” He whispered the last part. Your heart would race anytime he could call you that, but you found no truth behind it. You had no clue Finn was into you as much as he was. Hiding his feelings had been hard for the last few years, always confining them inside his heart.

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anonymous asked:

can you do 58 where Harry is the quiet one

Here you go lovely anon. I hope you enjoy this one. Prompt was: You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

You and Harry had been dating for two years. Actually by this point, to say you were “dating” sounded a little silly and juvenile. You were in love. Simple as that. The way he treated you was the way you wanted to be treated, and you gave it back to him tenfold. Sure, it wasn’t always easy. You’d had a few bumps in the road, some twists and turns. But to look back at your time together made you burst with pride. Nowadays, any celebrity romance that lasted more than a few months was not only shocking but commendable.

Tonight you and Harry had gone to a party in Malibu. It was a casual affair on the beach, and like at most parties, you mingled with others throughout the evening, some people you knew, some you were meeting for the first time, but you always managed to circle back to each other. Harry would pull you close, kissing the top of your head before returning to his previous conversation, or perhaps walk with you to a nearby bar to get a refill on drinks.

This time, however, you noticed something different about him. Harry was never really one to stand still, always fidgeting if he wasn’t chatting or telling a silly joke. Even if he was being affectionate with you, he wouldn’t be serious for long before doing something like tickling you or commenting to others about how great you are. Tonight he wasn’t doing any of those things. Tonight he was almost…quiet.

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Four's a crowd but five is a miracle

AN: You’re Alec’s best friend and you get called back to the New York institute to find your friends in ruin.
Characters: Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Jace Lightwood, Clary Fairchild
Pairings: Alec x Jace, Alec x Magnus
Spoilers: None
Warnings: self-harm (punching walls)
Prompt: “If we cant write Alec as straight, we might as well not write about him at all! Would you rly rather have noone write abt Alec than have us write him with a girl? Bitch he straight as hell, get over it!”

So, yeah, this is a bit of a spite story, but I actually kind of liked writing it. I really really like writing these characters. Also, I’m super not tryna start anything, write about whatever you want, I would just prefer writing Alec as gay myself.

It’s my first Shadowhunters piece, so let me know what you think?

*Set before Lydia but after the memory demon*


The silence seemed to expand between the band of shadowhunters, replacing years of love and laughter with tense looks and irritated snaps. Isabelle Lightwood was at a loss. Everywhere she looked, she saw signs of her brothers decaying, wearing on each other, destroying the bonds that had once kept them so close, and she had no idea what to do.

Sighing, she brushed her fingers over the photo stuck to her mirror.
Your smiling face brought back so many memories, so many good days and sunny afternoons and starlit nights; so many adrenaline filled hunts and heart wrenching injuries, but despite all of that, lots of love. When you had been there, there had always been love.

“Why did you leave Y/N/N?” She asked her photo, “We need you.”

Just then she heard a solid thump, the sound of her brother, Alec slamming his fist into his bedroom wall and, further away, the sound of Jace violently attacking the punching bag.

She sighed again, “Now more than ever.”


Alec fumed, his stomach rolling with a toxic mixture of hatred, anger, rejection, confusion and pain. He knew he was being irrational, he knew that his feelings demanded to be dealt with and he knew, logically, that if he wanted to, he could talk to Izzy, or Jace, hell he could probably even talk to Clary.

He couldn’t do that though. Speaking about his feelings would make them real, once the words had left his lips, he would have to act on them and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet.

His fist collided with the wall with a resounding thump. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil that stalked his every movement.

The punching had started just over a year earlier, when his thoughts were a constant flood of blonde hair and sculpted cheekbones and multi-coloured eyes. Back then it would happen once or twice a month but, these days; his knuckles were almost always bruised and bloody, not that anyone seemed to notice.

“Alec,” Izzy called from her room, “Alec, please.”

Alec paused, breathing heavily through his nosed and biting down on his back teeth to stop himself from crying out.

“Alec,” Izzy said again, gently, her voice shaking, “talk to me big brother.”

Alec closed his eyes, pressing his sweaty forehead to the cool cement wall. He knew Izzy was hurting, but so was he! Wasn’t he allowed to hurt too?

The boy’s thoughts turned to you. He ached with longing to have you with him again. You would understand; you would know what to do; you would be able to tell him, to help him understand why this was happening to him.

He sighed, closing his eyes. You were gone and, in his world, people didn’t come back.

Alec Lightwood took a deep breath and lined up his fist once more.


His knuckles split again.


“Jace, are you and Alec okay?” Clary asked as she watched Jace train.

He seemed off, less in control than usual, real anger and frustration driving his punches as opposed to obligation.

Jace snorted, but kept his eyes trained on the punching bag, “Fine. Why?”

Clary shrugged, “You just seem…”

“What?” Jace asked angrily, turning to face the girl, “Just seem what Clary?”

“Upset.” She finished quietly, shrinking back into herself.

Jace ran a hand through his long blonde hair, trying to calm himself.

“Alec is my best friend Clary; he’s my parabatai, the closest person in the world to me. Whatever this is, it’ll pass.” He assured her.

He hoped so. By the angel, he hoped so.


Clary tried to gauge the atmosphere between the three shadowhunters as they sat together, discussing what their next step should be. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew something was off. Something was breaking and she had no idea how to fix it. Even worse, she had a sneaking suspicion that she was the one breaking it.

Somewhere on a monitor, a red light began to flash, just a hopeful little light that was almost missed by the people that needed it.

“Hold on,” Alec said, “that’s really weird.”

“What?” Izzy asked.

“Someone’s coming into the institute.” Jace told her, moving to inspect the screen.

“Don’t you guys have wards and stuff to stop that from happening?” Clary asked.

Alec shook his head, “The wards keep out demons, mundanes and downworlders, but this person has angel blood.”

“That’s-that’s a good thing, right?” Clary asked, “It means they’re a shadowhunter.”

“Theoretically, yes.” Izzy replied.

“Realistically, well, Valentine is a shadowhunter too.” Jace finished.

“So what’s our move?” Clary questioned.

Alec shrugged, “Be prepared for anything.”

The next few seconds were tense. No one really knew what to do, so they just…waited. Just when Clary thought that no one was going to arrive, the door blew open and the autumn air carried in someone Clary didn’t recognise.
However, the change in her companions’ mood was immediate. A groan slipped from Alec’s lips and his bow clattered to the floor. The boy flew forward, wrapping the new arrival in the biggest embrace she’d ever seen from the reserved boy. Crisp, clear laughter filled the air and Clary looked to Jace for an explanation.

The blonde boy’s eyes were wide and watering with disbelief. He moved forward as if still dreaming, ignoring the curious red head’s look.

“Jace!” you cheered, “Oh my God, look at you!”

“Isabelle,” Clary whispered, “what’s going on? Who is that?”

Isabelle Lightwood smiled, peace and hope for their family invading her heart again, “It’s Y/N.” she explained, “She came home.”

And, with that, Izzy ran to embrace her long lost sister.


You were home, after what felt like a century, and by the angel it felt good. For so long now you’d felt lost, as though you’d been floating through the ocean without an anchor, just hoping to arrive home somehow.

And now, you were here, surrounded by the three people you loved most in the world, people who you’d missed desperately every single day for more than a year. You’d had nightmares about coming back, only to find that one of them had died or been mortally wounded, or to find them hating you so, to be enveloped in Alec’s arms again exceeded any of your expectation.

“You’re back,” Alec sobbed into your shoulder, “by the angel, it’s really you.”

“It’s me,” you laughed, your own eyes misting up with emotion, “I’m home. I missed you so much.”

Over Alec’s shoulder you spotted him, his uniquely gorgeous eyes boring into yours and your heart jumped again.

“Jace!” You cheered, reaching your hand out to brush his face.

With a graceful movement, he captured it and pressed your palm against his warm lips. He was just so relieved to see you standing there, alive and healthy and, seemingly, happy to be back.

“Alec, I need to breath.” You laughed at the boy.

“No you don’t,” he retorted, “you had more than enough time to breathe while you were gone.”

“Alec.” You started, “Off. Now.”

Alec sighed jokingly, “Fine.”

You took a deep breath, “That’s better. Now get over here Iz.” You smiled, pulling Alec’s sister against you and squeezing you tight.

“You have no idea how much we needed this Y/N.” Isabelle whispered into your ear, “Everything’s gone to hell. Jace and Alec…I think they’re killing each other.”

You raised your eyebrows, your stomach dropping to your feet.

“Don’t you worry,” you assured the younger girl, “I’ll do whatever I can.”

You looked at the boys you thought of as your family, wondering what on earth had happened to them since you’d left and hoping against hope that you weren’t too late.


“So,” you started gently, “What’ve I missed?”

You’d been sitting in Alec’s room, reading quietly and basking in being near each other after so long apart for nearly two hours, trying to find a way to address the thoughts buzzing around in your mind.

Alec shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder to try and avoid your eyes. You knew him better than any other human on earth, better than he knew himself sometimes and, for now, he just wanted to enjoy having you back.

“Come on Al, I know something’s wrong.” You pushed softly, “You can talk to me.”

Alec shook his head, “Not with this.”

You turned to face the boy and, in the process, brushed your best friend’s hands. The boy winced, but instantly tried to hide his pain. You frowned, your heart beating faster as you imagined what could be bugging Alec to the point of him not being able to tell you.

Seeing the look on your face, Alec began to backtrack, “It’s nothing, just stiff from training.” You reached for his hands and he pulled them away, “Really Y/N, it’s nothing.”

You grabbed his hands, gasping when your eyes landed on the purple bruises and crimson scabs adorning his knuckles.

“Alec-“ you started, your voice breaking with emotion.

He pulled his hands out of your grasp, swallowing hard past the lump in his throat.

“What happened?” You asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alec shrugged, feeling the warm saltwater tears building behind his eyes again.

“You weren’t here Y/N. How could I tell you if you weren’t here?”

You nodded, a grim certainty that you would carry this guilt with you for the rest of your life settling onto your soul.

You opened your mouth, uncertain as to whether or not you should say what you were beginning to suspect.

Alec smiled grimly, “Y/N Penhallow, I know that look.” He touched your arm, “What’re you thinking?”

You pressed your lips together, “Is this about Jace? Is this what’s tearing you two apart?”

Alec kept quiet, the confusion and anger rearing it’s head again. He wanted to punch the feeling away, but this was you, this was someone who cared about him. Maybe you would understand.

“I don’t know why he means so much to me.” Alec admitted.

You nodded, pulling your best friend into a tight hug, “There’s no shame in that Alec. There’s absolutely no shame in feeling something for someone.”

“But he’s-“ Alec started.

“Alec.” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders, “There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

Alec paused. There the word was, hanging in the air for the first time instead of bouncing around in Alec’s head like a killer wasp. Hearing you say it made Alec feel like a little bit of the weight pressing on his chest had alleviated.

“You’re gay.” He reiterated in a last ditch attempt to push the reality away.

You shrugged, smiling sadly at your friend, “Kinda, I prefer the term bisexual, but whatever makes you happy dude.”

Alec laughed weakly; feeling years of fight slowly seep out of his skin. This was what he’d been waiting for, someone to just sit him down and tell him the truth that had been sitting on his lips for his whole life. He had needed to know that it wouldn’t be a surprise, that it wouldn’t change the way these people saw him.

Alec took a deep breath, letting all his anger float away into the afternoon air.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Alec.” You answered.

“I’m gay.” He admitted, laughing as he wiped away his tears.

Alec Lightwood was gay. The crushing weight lifted, not entirely, but enough to make Alec laugh incredulously. He felt almost dizzy with relief as he pressed his lips to your cheek, so grateful to have you back, and to finally be free. Finally, Alec Lightwood could be himself.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” Alec asked you.

“What babe?”

“I’m gonna call Magnus Bane.”


Jace swung his seraph blade slowly through the air, practicing his form and trying to control the flood of thoughts that threatened to drown him. Seeing you had made him feel things, things he didn’t know he was capable of anymore, things he hadn’t even realised he’d closed himself off from.

You leant against the doorway, watching Jace and wondering how to approach this discussion. When you’d left, you and Jace had been on uncertain terms but you’d missed him, by the angel you’d missed him.

“Hey there pretty boy,” you called, “are you practicing because you know I’m gonna whoop you or just for fun?”

Jace smiled, “You? Whoop me? Funny Y/N.”

The boy pulled you into a hug, breathing in the raspberry and coconut scent of your hair.

“How’ve you been?” You asked, grateful for the lack of games between you two, “Izzy said you and Alec have been…weird.”

Jace sighed, “Alec’s been weird, I’ve been normal.”

“So abandoning Alec and Izzy to chase after a girl you’ve just met is normal to you? Because that wasn’t how it worked when I was around.”

“Yeah well you haven’t been around for a while, have you?” Jace snapped back.

You sighed, and Jace’s face softened.

“Listen, I’m s-“

“No,” you interrupted, “you’re right. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You and Alec have always been so…together. I can’t imagine a world where you two aren’t together.”

“Where were you?” Jace asked, “Why did you leave”

You looked down, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish.

“Please Y/N, I need to know.”

You nodded, “I-uh I went to the Madrid Institute. I worked there for a while.”

“Why?” Jace pressed.

“Because I-“ you started, “I didn’t want things to change! You and I were-well-what you and I were, Alec was all lost and confused, Izzy was acting out.” You paused, “I thought that, if I left, the problems would go away.”

Jace shook his head, “If you didn’t want to be with me then-“

“You know that’s not it Jace. Alec is my best friend, yours too. It would’ve killed him and you know it.”

“I know Y/N, I just-I just really really missed you.”

Slowly, he took your hand and kissed your palm again, his eyes sending butterflies through your stomach.

“I missed you too Jace.” You admitted, cupping his cheek softly.

“Can we, maybe, start again?” he asked.

You nodded, “Maybe.”


Clary was confused. She had heard mentions of you throughout the institute, little bit of memorabilia still littered the training room, the library, the observatory and even Jace’s bedroom but everyone seemed hesitant to talk about you, or why you’d left.

A faint knock sounded on Clary’s door and she called for the knocker to come in, assuming it was either Jace or Izzy.

“Hey Clary.” You said, your voice smooth like melted chocolate to her ears.

“Oh, Y/N, hi.” Clary replied, jumping up to shake your hand.

“I thought I’d introduce myself,” You smiled, “and apologise for all that craziness when I arrived. I haven’t seen my friends in a really, really long time.”

You put the red headed girl at ease almost instantly, and Clary suddenly felt stupid about worrying about you.

“It’s okay, I totally understand.” She assured you, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart against her fragile ribcage.

You were beautiful. Everything about you seemed to add to the light that you omitted, making it almost impossible for Clary to tear her eyes away from your face.

“I also just wanted to make sure that you weren’t blaming yourself for all the tension between Alec and Jace. This storm has been brewing since we were kids, you just happened to be the catalyst for it to begin.”

Clary smiled, relief spreading through her, “Really?”

“Really.” You smiled, “I’m going to train for a bit, do you want to come?”

“Sure!” Clary agreed quickly.

This was it, she realised as you walked together. You were what they needed to fix them.

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P A R T  2

Synopsis:    Priority #1 - Survive at all costs.

                    Priority #2 - Don’t kill each other while attempting priority #1.

                    Priority #3 - Hold onto your sanity for dear life. 

Word Count: 10,796 Holy shit

Genre: SMUT, Lust Triangle, Survival, Danger, Romance, Angst, Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Violence, and Death.

W/N: Yes I made a moodboard, I got emo af bout dis shit. So I’ve been lacking in fic posts lately. I have WAY too many plots, and not enough writing time. You know, had to go do life and stuff. I’m honestly proud to post this for you guys though, it was well worth the time and effort. I really hope you like it! (It’s coming out in two parts because it got long af.)

Being lost underwater in the open ocean pushed you beyond the feeling of fear and reason. Your eyes found only darkness upon meeting the stinging beast of salty sea water. There was no light, nothing to grab hold of, and no hope of finding the surface. The sudden feeling of oxygen being sucked from your body felt like your lungs were being crushed from every possible angle. Still, even while the ocean was threatening to swallow you whole, you felt the hot breath of death dance gracefully down your spine. Direction is of little value when you can’t tell up from down. The deep blue sea will do that to those who are accustomed to dwelling on land. All too suddenly, it felt like Poseidon himself yanked you down into the depths below. The feeling of hitting the ocean floor pinched a nerve deep inside you, hard enough to jump start your survival instincts. If the water was vigorous enough to thrust you down that way then you couldn’t be far from the surface.

Sand is down. Air is up.

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Champagne Ripples ♡ Pt. 5 (Jumin x MC)

Genre: not sure anymore lmao oᴗo

Plot: Jumin Han has always been cold towards you, but an incident at RFA’s annual Christmas party sends Jumin into a panic and his concern for you is revealed.

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It was a little past midnight and Jumin had been gone for almost 6 hours. You could tell V was trying his best to stay up with you until Jumin got back, but when you saw his eyelids drooping, you insisted that he go home and get some rest. You assured him that you’d be fine on your own, especially with the extra security Jumin had sent to patrol the building to make sure you stayed safe. V was too exhausted to argue so he left almost immediately.

The penthouse was quiet and it didn’t help your nerves at all. You switched on the TV to create some noise in the room so the silence wouldn’t swallow you. Jumin seemed extremely angry when he left and a million scenarios were buzzing around in your head. Is he going to be okay? Is he going to do anything rash? Where is he even going? When will he be back? He didn’t strike you as a fighter—neither did Seven nor Saeran— so you weren’t sure how they would fare against the new Mint Eye recruits. They were intimidating, yes, but could they even put up a fight? You could only pray that Jumin’s bodyguards would keep them out of harm’s way.

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I’ve Waited For You

Summary: After coming back from his mandatory enlistment TOP finds himself in a predicament: being a part of We Got Married. Can this be something that leads him to what he never thought he could have?
Genre: TOP x Reader
Words: 2014

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He didn’t know why he was doing this. Well, that was a lie. He did know why. He was just hoping he could’ve come up with an excuse that didn’t sound like one to get out of it.

Looking down at the We Got Married contract and spreadsheet before him, TOP wished the world would come and swallow him whole.

It was only a couple months since he’d gotten out of the military. While he was doing active duty he’d come up with a lot of plans and thoughts about his career. Releasing a new song accompanied by a music video was one of them. Being the face and model of a few name brands had been one. A few talk shows and game shows here and there had also been on there. But not this.

TOP felt his stomach churn as his eyes scanned the title page for what felt like the millionth time. Maybe he’d read it again for an infinite amount of time. In hopes the name would change, but he knew it would remain the same.

When President Yang slid the proposal over he thought it was something else. Maybe another try at getting him on one of his music shows that he hated. Well, he didn’t hate them. Not really. Sometimes it just reminded him too much of his younger self; green, young, and eager. Full of determination and drive that fueled innocent hope that one day he’d be where he was today. Not thinking or caring about the sacrifices he’d make or the decisions that would leave him feeling hollowed and way past empty.

At first, TOP had scoffed reading those three bold words. Yang must have been out of his mind to even think he would consider this idiotic show. But Yang had been persistent. Telling him to, “Take it home and really think about it,” before giving him his final answer.

When he got home later that night TOP threw the proposal in the trash. It was just something he wasn’t willing to consider. His stubbornness rearing its ugly head in full force. He’d already downed a whole bottle of his favorite wine; staring blankly out into the Han river.

TOP held out hope that after the first bottle it would cut off all thought. His mind free from overthinking. But it felt like the opposite happened. His eyes diverting back to the trash bin. A scoff shaking his chest as his lips upturned in a snarl.

This was playing out every few minutes and he felt exhausted. By the time he’d started on his second bottle his mother had come over for their daily chats.

That was one of the best moments of his life: seeing his mother again after almost two long years of only letters and cards. It hadn’t been the same as hearing her voice or her constant fretting on if he’d eaten enough. Cool hands running over his forehead and face as if he was still an infant just to make sure he wasn’t getting sick.

“If you can’t take care of yourself, my son, you can trust your mother will.”

There was no one else in this world TOP loved like his mother. There was no one else who could get through to him or make him feel infinitely more guilty about his life choices than her, as well.

He didn’t hear her come in. Too zoned out watching the freedom of the birds soaring into painted blue skies before disappearing. His wine glass tipping in his hand, ready to spill onto the mahogany floor when a slap on his shoulder startled him back to reality.

“Seunghyun,” she scolded, “where are you?”

She left her hand on his shoulder. A steady weight that reminded him where he was. He was home. It was okay.

TOP’s lips answered her only with a timid smile. His own hand reaching up to cover her own giving it a slight squeeze in gratitude. Before he was even given a chance to reply she threw something down on his lap. Something with weight. It jolted him in his seat and caused the liquid in his glass to slosh around. Threatening to spill out from its open mouth.

“Ya mama,” he hissed, ready to voice his displeasure when his eyes locked on the object in his lap.

It was that stupid proposal. Those three bold words glaring back at him; refusing to give him a moments peace.

“So,” she started calmly. “Are you going to do it?”

TOP looked up at her his eyes taking in how controlled and expressionless she was. He knew his mother well enough to know she was hiding what she felt. Not knowing whether her own emotion would displease him or not. Even though she held the best poker face he’d ever seen, years of living with her had taught him one thing: her eyes held everything she wished to hide.

He could see a world of hope and possibilities bubbling out inside those eyes. Playing out a life for him that they both knew he used to want, but didn’t any longer. He was content being alone. Preferred it that way.

“I already told President Yang no,” he responded coolly.

Getting up in one smooth motion from his seat, letting the papers fall in a heap at his feet. He removed the bottle of wine from the table and made his hasty retreat into the kitchen. Knowing without having to turn around his mother was hot on his heels.

“Then why did you bring it home with you?”

“Yang forced me too. He told me to think about it some more before I made my decision, but I already have. I’m not doing it.”

“And why not?”

“Because, mama. What’s the point? It’s ridiculous to pretend to be married to someone, forced into a relationship, just for the sick viewing pleasure of others. I’m not okay with it.”

Her sharp intake of breathe, the disapproval on her face at his tone, left him deflated. She appeared upset, but distraught all at once.

“Son, it is not a forced relationship. You aren’t made too seriously date them. I agree it isn’t the best of circumstances, but maybe…maybe if you do this you’ll-”

“I’ll what, mama?” He questioned, cutting her off already knowing her silent wish. “That it will make me want to date? To get married and have children?”

“Is that so bad for a mother to want for her son, Seunghyun?”

Her trembling words left his throat raw; a battle to even swallow around the thickness of his own thundering pulse. The pain of knowing he was a disappointment, would disappoint her even now, left his heart sinking like lead into the depth of his own pain driven ocean.

“I’m sorry, mama. I really am. I wish I could give you that but I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A sigh of anguish; resentment, filtered through his nose as his arms reached out to help keep him grounded. The cold granite of his charcoal counter biting into his palms.

“It’s not that I won’t. I just don’t think I can. There’s-there’s a part of me that just-” his throat closed on him before he could finish. His mother had always worried about her sons mental health. Especially a few years back when he’d been rushed to the hospital for exhaustion. She’d feared for him in a way that TOP never understood until recently.

She was starting to notice, through the small cracks that were starting to show, that he was becoming more and more depressed. His good days becoming far and few and ever since the military…he just didn't feel like himself anymore. More like a stranger looking into a life he no longer felt connected too.

“Aish,” he spit out in anger. His body pushing back from the counter as a rough hand ran through his hair.

TOP felt overwhelmed. A life he no longer felt like he had any chance of having haunted him every chance it got. Constant questioning on if he was happy being alone made him feel as if everyone saw him as foreign. More alone than he felt surrounded by family and friends at times. In the beginning, he’d wanted what his mother and father had; what his sister was able to find when he could not. But as the years continued to create distance between what was real and what was planned out for him, TOP found himself unable to connect with others because they weren’t able to connect with him. They couldn’t understand him and wouldn’t take the time to try. Misinterpreting the smallest of things and odd gestures as something undesirable, and therefore, meaning he was undesirable.

Among family, friends, and his art he’d found his complacency. A home of comfort that left him feeling a sense of purpose and, above all, happiness. Once he’d left for the military, something changed. He’d changed. Now when he looked in the mirror he wasn’t sure who was staring back at him anymore.

He jumped at the sudden touch on his shoulder. His mother’s small hand applied force as she gently pushed him around until he would look at her.

“My son, I love you. I’ve loved you before you came into existence and I will love you well beyond even after I am gone. I am your mother and I will always support you in whatever decisions you make. Just please, I ask of you, not to be so rash about this. Don’t miss out on something that may be able to help you. I know you feel lost. Allow yourself to be found.”

With both hands on his cheeks, she used it to gently pull him towards her. Her small lips connecting with his cheek in a chaste kiss that made the silent tears he’d been fighting back to spill out. Once they started, he couldn’t get them to stop. His body suddenly overcome with silent sobs that racked through his body, leaving him heaving to catch a breath.

His mother simply embraced him. Her small arms locking onto him with an amazing amount of force. Her hand ran through his hair as she shushed him quietly, rocking him in small strokes until he felt calm enough to stop.


His fingers hovered over the green button to start the call. It’d been hours since his mother left but her words played on repeat long after she had gone.

Maybe for once he needed to do something out of character. Maybe it would be enough for him to find his way back to himself or enough to start a new chapter without the overwhelming sense of fear. Or maybe this would all end in fire, but he’d been cold long enough to welcome the possibility of being burned.

Without another thought TOP pressed down on the button and placed the receiver to his ear. It took almost thirty seconds for Yang to answer his phone. The sharp sound of his curses being the first thing to greet TOP’s ear.

“Yah! Do you have any idea what time it is?” He croaked out, his voice still boiling from being woken up.

“I’ll do it,” was the only reply TOP gave in return before hanging up.

Once his thumb hit the button to end the call he flung it as far away from him as he could get it. Even though he’d made up his mind his heart felt burdened with worries he couldn’t suppress. Underneath all of that, however, was something TOP wouldn’t admit too even if his life depended on it.

Underneath all that negativity, he could feel it: the beginnings of hope blossoming in his chest. For the first time in a long time, TOP allowed himself to entertain it.
Wanted to take the time to say thanks so much for reading this! If you dig it or have any comments, I’d love to hear them!!! And a big thanks to @lostamongstthecosmos​  for requesting TOP. I think it was the right choice!! -J

Tears of Joy

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request.

You’re pregnant and decide to announce it to the group without talking to Daryl first thinking that he would want to not be involved anyway. Daryl on the other hand thinks that you’re too ashamed to admit it’s his and storms out of the room. 

word count: 1496

I was walking down the streets of Alexandria with a pounding heart and sweaty hands, more nervous than I had ever been in my whole life. I had asked Rick to gather everyone at his house for I had a big announcement to make. Not because I really wanted to but because there was no way I could hide it any longer and I wanted everyone to hear it from me before weird rumors would start to spread.
But as I made my way towards Rick’s and Michonne’s home I felt my spirits drop. Maybe it wasn’t the right decision to announce it now, to the whole group, without talking to Daryl first. Maybe I had been wrong assuming that he wouldn’t want to be involved anyway. Maybe it wasn’t even the right choice to keep it to myself for so long, waiting until there was no other option than to announce it because people would start to notice soon. I sighed deeply.
My legs had went on walking and without me noticing I had reached my destination. With a straightened back and forced smile I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The conversation inside stopped immediately and all eyes were on me. Something I hated more than I could tell even though I was looking at people I called family, even though all the faces were lightened up with eager curiosity. My eyes met Daryl’s for a second and I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t too happy about me not letting him in on my announcement.
I cleared my throat. It was too late for regrets now.
“I’m happy you all gathered here today”, I said in a strong voice sounding probably more formal than necessary, especially since all formality couldn’t hide the tension in my voice.

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kimnaamjoonie  asked:

26. "Say that again" for Lucaya

Thanks for the prompt! (Also y’all should go follow this cutie!)

This is part 1 of a 3 part mini series & it’s a Girl meets Texas AU! Part 2 is now up here! I hope you enjoy & if you have a prompt for me please direct it here

Pairings: Lucaya
Word Count: 1,620
Tags: angst, lucaya kisses, kinda just a bunch of feelings

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Mr. Rockstar

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Word Count: 2,810

Requested: Yes! I combined two requests for this one. 

Summary: Luke and you are best friends, and before he leaves for tour he confesses his love for you. A few years later he comes back to find you’ve gone away for college, but awhile later the two of you bump into each other when you’re both home.


You throw your phone beside you on the bed, letting out an annoyed huff as you bury your face in your pillow. Your four best friends are all leaving for tour tomorrow, and you’ve said goodbye to every single one except for Luke, because for some reason he’s been ignoring you for a solid two weeks. Every time you’d meet up with the guys he gave an excuse as to why he couldn’t come. When you surprised him at his house with his favorite takeout and movies he told you he didn’t feel well, throwing in an awful fake cough to prove his lie. Luke and you have fought numerous times throughout your friendship, but never once has he ignored you for this long, especially when he leaves for another country the next morning. You bury your body in your fluffy blankets, turning on your TV to watch some ocean documentary that happened to be on, hoping to distract yourself from your unhappiness. You continue to wallow in self pity when you hear your doorbell ring. You contemplate ignoring it since it is after ten at night, but when it rings again, and the person begins knocking loudly you decide it’s better to just check it out. You throw a sweatshirt over your tank top, slowly trudging to the door as the person begins to knock even louder.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” You shout, muttering about nobody having patience anymore as you reach your front door.

You swing it open to find Luke standing in your doorway with a sheepish smile on his lips, his hands tucked into his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

“Hi” He mumbles.

“So, you’re finally talking to me?” You observe.

“About that, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just, it’s complicated, okay? Can I come in? Please? I want to explain myself to you.” He pulls his lip ring in between his teeth, anxiously awaiting your answer.

You open the door further allowing him to come in. You follow him into your living room, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, raising an eyebrow at him as you cross your arms across your chest.

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His Turn 2 - Riarkle

Rated: T

(Mostly from Riley’s pov , and hope you like the second half anon ^^)

Part 2 of 2 

     Riley had been silently holding Farkle for a few minutes now when he tears started to subside making him grow quiet. She hadn’t said a word yet knowing that this is what Farkle needed for the time being even though she could feel her heart breaking at how sad he was. Riley smiled  a bit when she saw Farkle lift his head making their faces inches apart , but the smile faded instantly when she saw how dull his usual bright eye’s were.

           More then anything Riley just wanted to fix him , but she wasn’t sure how also she didn’t want to force him yet if he wasn’t fully ready. Farkle’s grip grew a little looser around her waist as he finally started to speak making Riley a little hopeful he was going to speak about what was going on “I’m a nothing Riley. That bully was right in 7th Grade. How can you care so much about a nothing like me?” The doubt in Farkle’s eyes made Riley’s chest hurt , but she wouldn’t dare let him know that. Right now Farkle needed her so she was going to be the strong one. “Because your Farkle , and there is only one. You are perfect just the way you are.”

    “Ugh..Perfect…What a terrible word. If I was perfect…or if my…” Farkle hesitated which made Riley tilt her head wondering why he had stopped. Riley took his hand in her’s squeezing it tightly letting him know she was there for him “Nevermind…but I’m far from perfect Riley.”

   “That’s the whole point Farkle. You are imperfectly perfect , and I wouldn’t change one inch of you.”

     Riley was starting to grow more worried , and she wanted so badly to give him a chance to open up on his own. Though if he didn’t soon Riley knew she would have to take control of the situation since Farkle seemed not interested in revealing his problem.

         “Just stop saying things like that Riley. I hate how much my feelings for you logically make no sense to me most days. I don’t deserve you , or how good you make me feel. I am just scientist , and I’m better off  without a heart. I envy the the tin man” Farkle used the hand Riley was holding placing it on his chest. “All this thing ever does is bring me pain…and After the last few weeks I’m so tired of it overpowering my every thought. My own family doesn’t want me around so I don’t see why you would choose to be around me every chance you get.” With that Farkle started to try to pull away making Riley hold his hand even tighter trying to get him too see he wasn’t allowed to leave. How could Farkle ever think these things about himself , and it was killing Riley since she had never heard him so broken before.

                               Riley took another step closer “We always want you around , and you know why a heart is a good thing Farkle? It’s how I can love you so much. It’s how I can stand here , and swear on my life that our little family wouldn’t know what to do without you….I wouldn’t know what to do without you. Also without a heart you wouldn’t feel anything for me would you really want that? So yes a heart can bring you pain , but without it you would never get the good feelings out of it either.” Riley pressed their hands against his chest a little harder. “My heart is strong enough for the both us so please Farkle. Please open up to me , and I promise together we will do whatever it takes to stop the pain.” Tears started to fall from Farkle’s eyes as he finally gave into the hope , and comfort Riley always brought to him 

      “My parent’s are divorcing Riley , and It’s my fault. My mom pretty much told my dad she wished I was never born so she wouldn’t be STUCK with my Father , and I. It’s true right that I caused it? My father hasn’t talked to me in weeks since all I do is remind him of her. When I’m not with you , or the group I sit at home on my bed staring at my ceiling until I finally pass out. I feel like a stranger in my own home Riley , and I hate having to go back there knowing all I’m doing is bringing my father more pain. If I didn’t exist Riley they wouldn’t be so unhappy now , and One day I’ll just make you feel just like my parent’s do about me. You’ll care, but not enough. You’ll just dismiss me.” Farkle start’s to try  pulls away. “I am only around long enough for anyone to see I mean nothing. I just wish they wouldn’t pretend they cared first.“

      Pulling Farkle back hard this time he crashed into her a little making her stumble. She swore she could feel her heartbeat all over her body. Riley couldn’t wrap her head around how his own parent’s could hurt him like this, but she was focused on getting him too see that what they say doesn’t matter he has the best kind of love right in front of him. “We don’t leave Farkle!” She pleaded at him as Farkle tried to pull away again making Riley tugged him back once more. “FARKLE Look at me…I am not going to let you leave.” Riley swallowed noticing how out of it he seemed. Farkle just stared at her , and the emptiness in his eyes made her decide it was her turn to talk.  

        “You say you’re a man of science so I want you to feel my heart when I say this to you. That way you can feel how much I mean each word I am about to say to you” Riley grabbed his hand before he could say anything to stop her placing it over her heart. “Your parent’s divorce is not your fault , and right now they are both hurting so things will get better someday. I don’t want a love like your mom and dad. We can love each other like my mom and dad. They disagree, but always are in love, or even better we can love like a Farkle , and Riley so we can make our own love story.”  

    With a small grin Riley placed her other hand on his cheek making sure to put a little pressure so he could really feel her. “But I am getting ahead of myself. I am in love with you Farkle. You are my soul mate , and you have been since the day you saved me  from myself in a bowl of apples. Don’t you see Farkle you have always loved me  since day one, and I should of noticed faster. You have always been by my side even when I really didn’t deserve it. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with Farkle. I am so sorry It took me so long too see I had the best thing right in front of me. Since the day we met though you have never been a nothing to me . How could a guy amazing as you ever think he’s a nothing. You are the love of my life  it’s always going to be me , and you until the end time. I will never grow tired of you , and I will always love you .” Between the next three statements Riley squeezed Farkle’s hand that was over her heart for emphasis. “You are not your parents.” Taking another step closer almost leaving no space between them. “You will never be your parents” She closed the rest of the space making it where they were up against each other.“We will NEVER be your parents.”

     Riley waited for Farkle to move , say , or do anything to show her he had heard her. That she loved him more then she loved any one else besides Maya of course whom she loved equally , but not the same . After a few minutes when he just stared at her giving her that same look he did on there first day of high school. Which let Riley know thing’s were still only going half through his stubborn brain. Quickly trying to decide what else she could do to bring Farkle back . Deciding what could really hammer her words into him so they really got all the way through.

       Riley knew she couldn’t take much longer she just did the one thing she had been wanting to do for awhile praying it would be what was needed. Full of love , and desperation to get back her Farkle she leaned in crashing her lips on his a little too hard. Riley was shocked by how perfect it felt as she stopped for a moment glancing at Farkle then giggled before wrapping her arms around his neck.

       She felt his body start to relax as she placed her lip on his softer this time , and Riley’s heart felt like it might jump out of her chest when Farkle started kissing her back. She could feel Farkle start to relax against her as his body pressed into hers. The kiss slowly became hard , and soft at the same time. It was Fiery yet passionate, She felt like she was on air  , like he was an ocean , and she was desperate to drown. Riley never wanted the kiss to end , but she also knew this would be one kiss of many that would always feel like this.

      Finally needing to breathe they pulled back at the same time both of them still up against each other. Their breath in sync both of them still speechless , but Riley was so happy to see the huge grin on Farkle’s face knowing that she had finally gotten through to him. With shaky hands Farkle placed his hands on each of her cheeks his eyes filled with so much love for the girl in front on him. “You were the only thing keeping me sane this last few weeks do you know that Riley?”

           Riley shook her head no her voice still lost , and her breathe caught her throat. “So when I came to Topanga’s , and saw you with that guy I just thought you had gotten tired of having me around too. I was wrong to even think that about you , and I shouldn’t of taken it out on us how my parent’s divorce was making me feel. Though I will probably never fully understand it I need you , and You have no idea how much that scares me which once again makes no logical sense. You are my anomaly, the thing in all of time and space that can never be explained, but is always there for me. I will always wonder how I got so lucky to be put in a place where I get to exist at the same time with something as Rare as a Riley Matthews. So I hope you can..”

       Reaching up Riley covered his mouth with a few happy tears in her eyes , and a grin that went from ear to ear. When she let go of his mouth Riley put her hand on top of his on her cheek. “No more stressing okay? I’m not upset , and there is nothing you need to be forgiven for . We will get through this together. I am something that will never change. So just stop , and tell me you love me too.”

       Pressing his forehead against Riley’s for the first time i last few weeks he finally felt like things were going to be okay. “I am in love with you too Riley.” It felt good to not hurt so much after his last few weeks of torment. Maybe Riley was right , and things with his parent would get better eventually. For now though he would hold on to the ones he knew would always be there for him. The family he had made all on his own , and the ones who no matter what never let him feel like a nothing. Wrapping his arms around Riley tight knowing that as long as she kept loving him as strong as she did then he was still doing one thing exactly right in his life. So yes he might feel unwelcome in his own home right now , but until that changes he was just going to have to lean on his other family knowing they will always love him unconditionally.

I was inspired by this BEAUTIFUL piece of art by @thacmis. I hope it’s alright that I wrote something for it! Thank you for everything you do for this fandom <33333333


The opportunity comes in the dead of night, without warning.

Erik’s cell is shapeless and suffocating in the darkness, and the sudden flare of torchlight in the hall wakes him like a rising sun. There are muffled voices in the distance, a shout echoing off stone, and Erik can touch metal with his second sense, can feel the sharp line of a sword as it plunges into flesh and blood.

He’s on his feet in an instant, sticky sleep fleeing from his eyes in time to see Raven slipping down the corridor looking from cell to cell.

“Here,” he calls and she runs to him in an instant, looking over the complicated wooden lock and door before she’s pulling her battle axe over her shoulder and saying, “Stand back.”

The thump of her axe against the door sets his teeth on edge, overly loud in the isolated silence of the dungeon. Finally she breaks through, wood splintering under the blade and bursting across the moldy flagstone floor. Erik hastily pulls the door open, jagged wood cutting into his palms as he panics for a moment with freedom so close at hand.

“Tell me you have something for this,” he says as he finally joins Raven in the hall, pulling back his sleeve to hold his bands in front of her face in the dim light. She has blades strapped to her ankles and thighs and along her belt and they call to him but he still can’t touch them, imprisoned in the only way that matters.

She shakes her head. “Not yet – I’ve got someone on the outside who thinks he can help.” She hands him her axe and pulls two long, jagged blades from her belt. “You’ll have to make do with that for now.”

He weights the axe in his hand. He feels clumsy and slow without his gift, weeks of torture and isolation stretching bruised skin over his bones, but he tightens his hands along the handle and steps further into the dungeon.

“Where are you going?” Raven hisses impatiently. He steps up to the first door, and then the next, checking each cell and finding nothing. Raven follows closely, watching the stairs leading back up into the castle with tension and frustration radiating off of her skin. Finally he comes to a cell with someone inside, a figure in white huddled against the back wall. He raises the axe and brings it down against the door, willing his weary body to move, to strike harder.

Finally the door gives way and he’s able to push inside. Charles is still sitting against the wall, but he’s alert now, watching Erik with sharp eyes that look black in the torchlight. Erik holds out his hand, ignoring how it trembles.

“We’re getting out of here.”

He expects Charles to scramble to his feet, to take his hand and press his thumb in between the sharp bones of Erik’s knuckles like he did when they were children. Instead Charles’ mouth firms stubbornly, and he shakes his head.

“No - Erik, you need to go.”

It’s so at odds with his fantasy that he reels for a minute. He stumbles forward, reaching for Charles who pushes his hands away. Above them the clatter of sword play gets louder, moving closer and becoming more chaotic.

“Erik…” Raven murmurs from the doorway as Charles twists his wrist out of his grasp.

“Erik, go,” he chokes and now that he’s closer, Erik can see the track of tears down his cheeks, his face drawn and pale and miserable. He falls to his knees at Charles’ side.

“What did he do?” he whispers, his heart and stomach swimming nauseatingly at the back of his throat.

“Go - please go,” Charles begs, shoving at his shoulder. Erik grabs his hands and Charles cries out in pain, a horrible, wounded noise that Erik is sure will haunt him in the nights that follow. Charles curls forward, his forehead nearly touching Erik’s shoulder.

“What is it?” His ears are ringing and his own voice sounds muted, a low, unfeeling monotone.

“It’s my legs. My legs, Erik, oh god - “

A pure and unholy wrath fills Erik like a tidal wave of fire and he nearly blacks out. His hands cling to Charles like a lifeline and he waits for his vision to clear.

“I’ll carry you,” he says, and moves to stand, but Charles shakes his head, panicked.

“No, no - Erik you have to go. You have to get out.” Erik’s hands go to his face and he grips him tightly, his thumbs pressing into the soft curve of Charles’ cheek.

“I’m not leaving you. I won’t.”

A voice cries out from above, followed by the heavy sound of footsteps.

“Erik,” Raven says again, louder. Erik holds Charles tighter and wishes they were back at his mother’s cottage by the sea, playing on the shore in the safety of the sand and not adrift in a churning ocean, the leviathan swimming at their ankles preparing to swallow them whole.

“Don’t make me do this.” He can feel tears on his own cheeks now, hot and bitter and blurring Charles’ image in his eyes. “Please.”

“I would if I could,” Charles says, holding up his wrist and his own suppression bands.  “I’m asking you instead.” There is a crash from above, broken glass or ceramic and they both jump. Charles puts his hands against Erik’s chest, his face white with fear. “Go.”

Erik holds him for a moment longer, memorizing his face in the dim light.

“I’ll be back,” he whispers fiercely. “We’ll be together again. I promise.”

Charles nods and winds his fingers into Erik’s shirt, clings to him with two fists pressed against his heart. And then he pushes him away.

Later Erik will destroy the old table in Raven’s cottage in the woods, his fury pummelling through wood and rusted nails. Later he will choke back the scream that is howling inside his chest until his throat aches, until his veins feel ready to burst from his skin. He will curse himself for leaving Charles behind and condemn his own stupidity, his own frailty. He will conjure a million nightmares about what will happen to Charles in that dungeon and live in the hell of his own creation.

He will allow Raven to bandage his hands and wonder why he didn’t tell Charles that he loved him.

He will remember his promise, and begin to make plans.

Jack...Part 2

I don’t usually put warnings, but there is a scene where a bear is killed and butchered.

I hope you all enjoy Part 2, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5)

It took Aaron just shy of 48 hours get into Alaska, much less the practically deserted town of Atqasuk.  Trudging through the thigh deep snow, his legs numb from the cold, he throws his bag over his shoulder, his satellite phone on his hip as he trudges up to a snowmobile rental station.

“Can I help you?” the fur-clad man asks.

“I need a snowmobile,” Aaron grunts, his chest heaving and panting.

“Come to the spot.  How long a rental?” the guy asks.

“Not sure,” Aaron responds.

Pulling out a picture of his son, he puts it on the man’s desk as he asks, “Have you seen this boy around?”

As the man squints and tilts his head, his mind whirling with the sight of him and you yesterday, the man’s eyes darken as his head slowly comes back to meet Hotch’s gaze.

“Depends on who’s askin’,” the man responds.

“This boy…” Hotch says, gritting his teeth and trying to keep his temper low, “…is my son,” he finishes.

“Well,” the man says, leaning over the desk and plopping the keys to a snowmobile in his hand, “then ya must’ve done somethin’ wrong,” the man finishes.

Glaring at the man as he turns around, he breathes out a sigh of relief as he walks over, trying to figure out which snowmobile fits the key.

For whatever reason for his defensive position, it meant he had seen them in the area.

And that meant, at least two days ago, that they were alright.


“Y/N!  Y/N”

As Jack comes running from the kitchen, his eyes large and his hands trembling, you jump out of bed, your groggy eyes snapping open as your body teeters.

“There’s a bear!  There’s a bear!” he yells, jumping on the bed and throwing the covers over his head.

Running to the locked closet, you throw the latch and open the door, grasping your shotgun within your hands as you run for the side door jutting off of your small kitchen, the sprawled out kitchen windows overlooking the snow-blanketed countryside as you hear the bear bumbling outside.

Cocking your gun, you yell behind you for Jack to stay put as you slowly open the door, stepping onto the porch as you aim the sights of your barrels down at the bear.

As the bear turns its head, you fire a warning shot next to its bum, causing it to become startled as it raises up on its hind legs, roaring with power as you aim for its chest.

“Come on…” you mutter, “…just git.”

But instead of running back towards the woods, it charges your porch.

Feeling your lip tremble as you pull the trigger, the bear stumbling as the shots ricochet into its system, you watch it stumble around, roaring in pain before it collapses onto the ground.

“Is it gone?” Jack asks, peaking his head around the kitchen corner.

“Yeah,” you breathe through your tears, “yeah, sweetheart, it is.”


As Aaron rides on the only road in town, passing houses every few miles, he finally pulls into what looks like the downtown area, consisting of a bar packed with snowmobiles, a grocery store, a tiny pharmacy, and a little restaurant.

Parking at the bar, Hotch heads in with the picture of his son, determined to show it around, hoping to find someone not as guarded against outsiders in their city.

“Have you seen this boy?” he asks, his voice pleading as the patrons eyes would should recognition, but shake their heads anyway.

“Please…” he would beg, their eyes hovering over him with judgement as he sighed, putting the picture in his pocket as he started for the restaurant, his stomach turning in on itself.

Sitting down in the booth, the waitress comes up to him and takes his order.

“What’ll it be?” she asks.


Swallowing hard as a tear cascades down his face, he waitress shouts over her shoulder.

“A potta coffee and two mugs, please!”

Sitting down in the opposite end of the booth, the woman puts her hand around Hotch’s, squeezing reassuringly as she smiles lightly.

“Lookin’ for your son?” she asks.

As he darts his eyes over to her, she pats his hand and giggles.

“News travels fast,” she says.

“Why won’t anyone help me?  I just want my son,” he breathes.

As the pot of coffee gets set on the table, the woman starts to pour him a cup, pushing the sugar and creamer towards him as Hotch mindlessly begins to make his coffee.

“To understand that, you gotta know Y/N,” she says.

“I know she’s kind.  And she’s selfless,” he says.

“And how do you know that?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow in the air.

“She’s my neighbor.  She babysits my son quite a bit when work takes me away,” Hotch answers.

Hotch noticed the relief flood his face.

“The thing you gotta know about her is: her parents did a number on ‘er.  Left her in their house alone when she was 14 and never came back.”

“Where did they go?” Hotch asks, his intrigue peaking as his face crinkles up in confusion.

“Don’t know,” the waitress says, shrugging.

As the manager behind the counter brings three pieces of chocolate pie over, he scoots the waitress over as he pushes on to Aaron, handing him a fork.

“Eat,” he says.

“Thanks,” Hotch mumbles.

As Hotch gobbles down the pie and coffee, listening to your story of survival without your parents, how you learned to hunt and gut animals.  How you lived off the grid in hopes they wouldn’t find you again.  About the neglect that the doctor would see every month when he flew in to tend to the city as a whole.”

“They weren’t fit to be parents,” the manager huffs.

“She was strong.  And smart.  The only reason the army recruiter took her when he came to the area was because, even though she never finished high school, she passed the GED test with a perfect score,” the waitress says, shaking her head as she leans back into the booth.

“That girl is somethin’,” she says.

“So, what does all this have to do with no one helping me?” Hotch asks.

“Y/N’s known for helpin’ those who can’t help themselves.  When we saw her come to town with the boy, he was clingin’ to her somethin’ awful.  We assumed that, if he wasn’t her son, she was taking him away from a bad situation,” the manager states.

“And everyone assumes that I’m the bad situation,” Hotch says in understanding.

“…because of how she was raised, yes,” the waitress says.

Sighing as he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, the waitress reaches out and grasps his forearm.

“There’s a cot in back you can sleep on.  You ain’t gonna find her in the dark.  Not up here.”

“Thank you so much for your help,” he chokes out, tears of exhaustion and relief and hurt flowing down his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she muses as she sets another plate of pie down in front of him, “you’ll find ‘em.”

And just as she says that, Hotch’s satellite phone rings.

“Talk to me,” he says, waving as the waitress gets up to leave him be.

“’Not on the coast’, she said,” Spencer reiterates.

“Yeah?” Hotch says.

“Well, in the body of land that falls under Atqasuk territory, there are over 30 bodies of water.  The Center for Marine Conservation states that a coast is any land that is situated between the shoreline of the ocean and 2 miles inland,” Reid continues.

“So…?” Hotch lulls.

“So, if we take into account all of that land that’s considered ‘coastal’, as in…anything 2 miles from any shore of any body of water in the area…you are left with only ¼th of the land mass of Atqasuk,” Spencer states excitedly.

“Brilliant, Reid.  Anyway you can get me that information?” Hotch asks.

“You got a map of Atqasuk?” he asks.


“Earth, bless this animal and all of the things it will provide for us,” you say, whacking your cleaver across the bear’s first joint, “may it give us the sustenance we need from it’s meat…”


“…and the warmth we need from it’s fur…”


“…and the liquid we need from it’s marrow…”


“…and the tools we need from it’s bone.”

“Miss Y/N?”

Whipping around, your apron covered in blood from the animal as you begin to take it apart with precision and skill, your eyes widen at Jack standing in the doorway to the hutch just under your little home.

“You alright, honey?” you ask, trying to splay your arms out to shield him from the bear.

“What is it you’re saying?” he asks, coming and sitting beside you on a stool, seemingly unphased by the butchered bear laying on the table.

“Um…it’s a…it’s a little mantra I started when I was younger.  Whenever I killed an animal, I always thanked the Earth for providing it for me.”

“Why?” Jack asks.

“Because this animal was a living creature, with feelings, and a home, and a way of life…”

Trailing off as tears spring to your eyes, you sniffle hard as you try to blink them away.

“Have you killed a lot, like my daddy?” he asks.

Whipping your head to him as your jaw drops open, your mind whirls back to Aaron, with his kind features and his deep wrinkles and his twinkling eyes.

“More than I would’ve liked, yes,” you breathe, clearing your throat.

“But!  The good news is, we don’t have to be vegetarian tonight,” you say, smiling as you hear Jack clap as you begin to slowly trim the bear down.

“You don’t have to stay for this if you don’t want to,” you say, setting the cuts of meat in different marinades you had prepared as Jack shakes his head.

“I feel safe with you,” he says.

“Then by all means…stay,” you say, turning your head and smiling at him.


Groaning as he sits up on the cot, Hotch scrambles for the map the kind manager had found for him, scribbling out the areas that he didn’t need to search.

And through it all, Spencer had brought up a good point.

“If she’s gone through all of this trouble to stay off the grid, a satellite phone threatens that.  I’d advice taking out the battery if you think you’ve found them,” he had said.

Hotch didn’t even consider that.

Washing himself off in the sink in the bathroom, he enjoys one last cup of coffee and another slice of pie before paying well over what he owed, bidding them goodbye as he thanks them for his hospitality.

Thankfully, all of the land he was to search was in front of him.

“I’m coming for you, Jack.  I’m coming for you both,” he mumbles as he cranks up the snowmobile, heading down the road to his first woodland destination.


Opening the fridge as your eyes dance upon the contents of the opening, the lights begin to flicker as you hear Jack start to groan.

You wondered if his father sounded like that getting out of bed.

Shaking the thought from your mind, you traipse into the little room settled off on the other side of the main living area, walking to the closet as you throw it open and grab a gallon canister of gas.

Throwing the main door open, you shiver as you walk over to the left, brushing the newly fallen snow off of the plastic encasing of the generator as you flip the top open, screwing the cap off and pouring more gas into its compartment.

“There we go,” you murmur, screwing the cap back on and flipping the lid back down, “that should give us two or three more days.”

You hadn’t remembered your childhood home being this cozy.  It was easy for you to get back into the swing of things, and you had forgotten how much you enjoyed living off the grid.

You missed it so much that you found yourself contemplating on staying.


As you turn your head around, a shivering Jack peering around at you, you scramble to your feet and get inside, slamming the door behind you as you yank a blanket off of the couch and wrap a freezing Jack up in it.

“W-w-w…what’s for…b-b-breakfast?” he asks as his teeth clatter.

“How about something warm?” you ask, smiling at him as you rub your hands up and down his arms.

“Mmmmmmm…” was all he managed to say.

“Alright, so hop back in bed and bundle up under the covers, and I’ll make us something,” you muse, kissing him on his forehead as he scurries back into the room, jumping onto the bed with a profound “oopmh” that made you chuckle.

And as you began to pull out the eggs and butter and pre-made pancake batter, you found yourself gazing out of the sprawling kitchen window, your eyes taking in the beautiful snow-covered scenery as your mind drifts to how it would feel if Aaron was watching alongside you.

“Come on,” you whisper into the wind, “I know you can find us.”