pluck one and then another

It’s a shame that X-Men Origins: Wolverine is one of the worst superhero films ever made, because it also contains one of the best superhero films never made: right there during the opening credits. 

 In the first couple minutes of Origins, we’re treated to a montage of Wolverine and Sabretooth fighting alongside one another through a series of battles plucked straight out of your 10th grade history class. They survive an infantry charge during the American Civil War, a nighttime raid on German trenches during WWI, Omaha Beach during the D-Day invasion, and even their own execution during the Vietnam War.

Screw a two-hour movie – that’s an amazing TV series. Wolverine and Sabretooth, surly, stubbled, almost literally grizzly immortal soldiers bantering their way through every war in history – and also claw-mauling Nazis. Plus, for long-term drama: Comic book readers know these literal brothers in arms eventually become bitter enemies – imagine experiencing that heartbreak firsthand, after binge-watching several seasons of manly super-bonding. Instead, we got the worst possible version of Deadpool: One literally without a mouth. Whose brilliant idea was that? And how fucking fired are they? We hope it’s “a lot.”

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Hair

Trichotillomania.

A mouthful of a name for the compulsion to pull out your own hair. All hair, the hair on your head, arms, your eyelashes, eyebrows. Lots of people have it, it’s usually paired with anxiety and other lovely issues.  

Mine got worse when I felt anxious, my fingers would just curl up in my hair and I’d pluck a strand out. Then another one. And another one. During high school I’d beg the principal to allow me to wear a hat to school so no one could see the bald patches but he told me ‘Just stop pulling out your hair.’

Needless to say, I got picked on. A lot.

I suppose it was a learned habit though.

My mother pulled out her hair too.

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In Dreams 20 and Epilogue

Well, here we are my darlings. I want to give a big roaring thank you to everyone hung in there with me on this one. This was my first stab at a BIG story and while I felt overwhelmed and terrified most of the time, y’all’s love and encouragement kept me going. Truly, thank you.

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GEORGETOWN

WASHINGTON, DC

5:30 PM

He pushes the door open with his hip as he rifles through the mail. He gives each letter a cursory inspection before dropping them all in the appointed wicker basket by the door.

“Hey Scully!” he calls as he closes the door behind him and begins to shrug out of his jacket. “You’re never going to guess what happened. Lydia Seel died this morning. COD is still undetermined but I’m going to push to have the body sent here so you can do the autopsy,” he says as he toes out of his shoes. He heads to the kitchen and opens the fridge, rummaging about for something that didn’t come from the ground. Her resistance to processed food is admirable, but he could really go for bologna sandwich on white bread, preferably with a square of rubbery yellow cheese and Miracle Whip. Of course, none of those things are in this particular refrigerator, so he settles for some pasta salad and a beer.

“Scully?” he calls as he digs in, loosening his tie and releasing his top button. “Did you hear me?”

His heart quickens when he is met with only silence. He abandons the food and begins moving cautiously from room to room. He suspects she could be buried deep in the blankets, snoozing off a long day at Quantico. Or she could be in the tub, her puffy ankles propped up on the edge. She might even be in the baby’s room putting together one of the still-boxed items of furniture. It takes him just a few moments to realize she is none of those places.

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impressive reflexes, lapochka

this is a commission for @idiotbless. she asked me for 1000 words of cute fluff about victor with a cold and yuuri taking care of him while also kinda liking it. @idiotbless thank you so much for commissioning me! i really hope you like it!

as always, i am open for commissions.

~`~`~

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and Victor is trying desperately not to sneeze.

Usually, he would just go ahead and do it, but judging by the inflated condition of his sinuses, the little gaspy breaths he keeps taking in preparation, and the itchy, drippy mess that is his nose, he knows he’s going to sneeze loudly, and more than once. Which, while laying in bed next to his very tired fiance at three o’clock in the morning, is not a great idea. 



The day before, they’d practiced literally all day, and they’d both crashed into bed the minute they got home. They are both exhausted.

It’s worse, though, for Victor. The cold he thought he was coming down with all of yesterday has fully settled in. With their next practice session—this one led by the very strict Lilia—looming in the next three hours, this is a very bad thing.

The itching gives over to burning, and Victor pinches his nose closed. He stifles six squished sneezes into his hand—“kch! ksh! hkkch! hch! kkch! ksh!” and hopes to all things holy that Yuuri didn’t hear. 

Stifling makes his clogged sinuses throb, makes him whimper just a little. Before he can prepare himself to stifle another oncoming sneeze, he pitches forward in a messy, explosive “HEH’KSHIEW!”

He opens his eyes to find his nose buried in a tissue, which Yuuri, now awake and sitting up, is holding. 



“…wow,” says Victor, voice muffled by both the tissue and his stuffy nose. “Ibpressive reflexes, lapochka.”



“I guess,” says Yuuri, blushing. “Are you alright? You sound terrible. All raspy and stuffed up.”

“Ehh…I thidk I bight be cobidg down with sobething,” says Victor, gently prying the tissue from Yuuri’s hands. Yuuri plucks another one from the box on their bedside table, and hands it over. Victor blows his nose, laughing nervously at the ugly squelching sound this produces. 



“Oh, no, that’s no good. What kind of something? Do you think it’s serious?” Yuuri puts his glasses on, and turns on the light. Victor squints, shades his eyes to stop the light from making his headache worse. Yuuri turns it off right away. 

“Sorry,” he says.



“It’s okay—hhAHHCHH! ehhKCHH! Oh my…” Victor sniffles into his now sodden handful of tissues, and flashes Yuuri a hesitant smile. 

“I thidk it’s just a cold,” he says. “Right dow I’b mostly  feeling it id by nose. I’b a bit tired and headachey too, but I’b dot dyidg or adythidg. Snff.”

“That’s good,” says Yuuri, flashing him a sleepy smile. Said smile transforms immediately into a frown, and Yuuri starts worriedly exclaiming over how he didn’t mean to say it was good that Victor was sick, he’d meant that it was good that he wasn’t dying.

“Well…it’s alright if you edjoy it,” says Victor, tracing a finger down Yuuri’s bare arm. “Like I said, it’s just a little cold. Snff.”

Yuuri’s cheeks light up a brilliant red, and he buries his face in his hands. But before Victor can respond to his embarrassment, Yuuri’s mood changes dramatically. He slaps his hand down on the bed with determination, and says, “if you’re sick, I guess I just have to take care of you.”

“You dod’t have to,” says Victor with a smirk.

“I know, but I want to! I’ve been wanting to for a while, actually…n-not that I wanted anything to happen to you that required it, but um, you know what I mean?” Yuuri scratches the back of his neck. 



“Yes, kotyonok, I—HHUHH-kkch!” Victor blows his nose into a tissue that Yuuri passes to him. “I know you like when I do that, too,” he says, hiding the smile that’s stretching across his face. 



“I…!” Yuuri shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in. “Y-yes. Yes, I do. So, um, don’t hold back or anything. Um. What do you need right now? What would make you feel better?” 



“Just a bidute.” Victor’s nose has suddenly begun running profusely, forcing him to use up four tissues blowing it. Yuuri grabs the trash can from is home under Victor’s desk. Victor thanks him and tosses the tissues. 



“I can’t believe your garbage can has Makkachin all over it…” Yuuri says. “I don’t know if it’s overkill or adorable.”



“Adorable, of course! Everything Bakkachid is adorable—hhAHH-ksh! EHH-shhuh!”

 

Yuuri responds to this particular explosion by wrapping his arms around Victor’s shoulders, and nuzzling his neck. “You didn’t answer my question,” he says. “What would make you feel better?”

“Hodestly? I’d be happy just goid back to sleep.” Victor sniffles, wipes his nose with yet another tissue. “It’s albost 3:30 id the bordidg…want to snuggle for a little bit add then pass out?”

“Okay…if you’re sure you don’t need anything else first? I could make you some tea? Or maybe get you another blanket? You need to stay warm if you’re sick…” 



“I already feel quite warm,” says Victor. Yuuri presses a hand to Victor’s neck, and declares that he only feels that way because he has a fever, and therefore he could probably use another blanket. 



“Body heat will accomplish the sabe thidg,” says Victor, laying back down and reaching his arms out to Yuuri. “Come here, moya lyubov, lay down with be.”

After taking off his glasses again, Yuuri does. He kisses Victor’s cheek, and tells him to let him know if he feels worse or needs anything. “Even if I’m asleep, you can wake me up,” he says. 

Victor is about to respond, but he’s interrupted by an itch zigzagging through his sinuses. His nose twitches, and he sneezes, twice, into a tissue that Yuuri has pressed to his face. 



“I’b dot sure if you’re trying to help or if you just like feeling me sdeezing od your skin,” says Victor. 



“I’m trying to help!” says Yuuri. “Just…also maybe the other thing. Sorry.”



“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s just one of bady thidgs I love about you. Snff. You know I love you, right lapochka?” 



“Yes,” says Yuuri, wrapping his legs around Victor’s. “I know. I love you too, Vitya.”

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If you want to can you write a punk frank one where he is kinda an asshole but flirts/ is real suggestive with y/n in class and it leads to smut in his car
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So…. surprise! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write anything, and hopefully with the little bit of time off I have I’ll be able to get a bit done once exams are over. 

I dunno how I feel about this one.. it’s taken a while to write… so if it’s horrible, please tell me. 

Warnings: Smut, bit of cheekiness on Frank’s part
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“Really Frank? Can’t I do my homework for five minutes without you interrupting me?” You sighed, plucking your headphones out as you dodged another one of his flying notes. Pushing your notebook to the side you looked up at him, the older boy grinning widely at you.

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  • Nadakhan: "You can bring dead people to life again, but for every person you bring back, you have to sacrifice one body part."
  • *some time later*
  • Jay: *plucks out another hair"
  • Nadakhan: "Okay I know that technically counts but I really feel you’re not getting into the spirit of-"
  • Jay: *ceremonially sacrifices hair, very seriously*
  • Nadakhan: "Like one time, just once, couldn’t it be a toe or a finger or something?"
  • Jay: "Oh like how you so graciously go by what people ‘mean’ and not exactly how they’ve phrased things?"
  • Nadakhan: "…"
  • Jay: "…"
  • Nadakhan: "…sometimes I-"
  • Jay: "Just resurrect them already."
GOT7 catch you staring

BamBam;

Despite sometimes seeming like one of the cockiest little shits going, this little chicken is pure nerves when it comes to pretty people and to him you’re the prettiest specimen of humanity there is. When he looks over and catches you staring, he’ll go into melt down and won’t know what to do. He’ll look away and cover his face, trying to hide the grin while you try to hide your own blush at being caught.

“They were looking at me ohmygod they’re so beautiful. Should I talk to them?” 

Eventually he would, after some forceful shoves from his hyungs and he’ll be nervous but the most gentle and polite soul you’d have the pleasure of talking to in a long while.


Jackson;

This puppy will do his utmost best to hide his excitement over the fact that he caught you, or did you catch him? No-one really knows what happened but the fact of the matter is, you were both staring and when snapped back to reality, you locked gazes and turned a beautiful shade of pink. Jackson’s face lit up, despite his embarassment and he beamed at you calming you down. The second you took your first brave step towards him, he was practically bounding across the room to introduce himself to this beautiful creature.


JB;

Jaebum may be the leader of six rather loud males that drew attention everywhere they went, but he still didn’t know how to deal with when the attention of a beautiful being was on him. He’d sort of freeze up and his eyes would widen, not being able to look away or move. When you’d come back from your fantasies(whatever that may be no judging ;) ) you’d see JB staring at you looking like a deer in headlights. On instinct, you would mirror his expression, your body turning to stone realising he had caught you staring. For a while, you both stood like that until one of you was snapped out of it by a friend. You’d both be able to look away then but the next time you two lock gazes, you both laugh and decide to introduce yourselves.


Jinyoung;

Now with this fella, it can go one of two ways. 

First off, he could look away, not being able to accept the fact that this incredibly gorgeous person was looking at him of all people and the intensity of your stare shook him to his core. 

The second option; sassy Jinyoung activated. He’ll smirk at you and give you a look, silently teasing you into embarrassment. He’ll chuckle to himself as you turn around toot suite, eyes wide and face burning but next thing you know there’s a hand tapping your arm. You turn and there he is, smiling brightly at you. 

“I’m sorry for ebmarrassing you. My name’s Jinyoung.” 


Mark;

This bean will be a giggling red faced mess. You’re too beautiful for him to know how in the heck to respond. He’ll not be able to meet your gaze, constantly looking around but his eyes would wander back to find you across the room, wondering if you were still there. Noticing you were no longer looking at him but off at some random spot trying to avoid his gaze too knowing he caught you, he would feel a little deflated and he may just stare until you catch him, hoping that you’ll start a conversation or at least treat him to a smile.


Youngjae;

It’d probably take Youngjae a while to even notice you staring. He’d look at you a few times and then look away just assuming he always looked over when you were looking around the room. He didn’t think you were looking at him, your face was blank and your eyes hazy. If anything, he’d assume you were daydreaming and he happened to be in your line of sight. Little did he know that you were daydreaming but about him. He’d keep an eye on you, looking over now and then, watching slyly to sneak as many eyefuls of you as he could while he thought you were out of it. 

You’d be the one to approach him, catching him off guard when you were suddenly directly infront of him when he looked over next. He’d scream and back off, you’d scream too, scared by his reaction. When you both calmed you’d look at eachother and find yourselves laughing at your foolishness. Conversation comes pretty easily after that.


Yugyeom;

Oh this pure, innocent soul, he wouldn’t know what to do. To even believe you were looking at him of all people. Surely you were just looking at someone behind him, even one of his hyungs but nope, you only had eyes for him. It actually took the rest of his band a good twenty minutes to convince him you had some interest in him, even if it was only that he had a pretty face. Once they got the thought into his head, he’d keep looking at you from the corner of his eye to see if you were still looking. It’d take him almost the rest of the event to finally get the courage to lift his head and look at you properly and the second he did, your cheeks would redden and a sheepishly smile appear on your face. He couldn’t help but smile back, your blush was just too cute. He may not be able to directly approach you for a little while, nor you him, but you’d both keep stealing glances at one another until one of you finally plucks up the courage.



Sorry there’s no gifs but my laptop is a bag of balls :)  ~ Admin Chee

*takes emotions from TAZ* *flings them at Critical Role*

Vex’s dagger burned an alarm at her side and she spun and threw it in one quick motion, and hit the bandit in the throat before they even made a sound. She barely had time to think, Damn, they’re good before the rest of the gang were upon them, flooding out of the trees - but her dagger was loyally back at her belt, and in her hand again a second later. Trinket roared and slashed out beside her, and around them, Grog and Pike charged in tandem and Keyleth flung spells and Scanlan sang them, and the new boy, Percy, fired his thundering “gun.” In less than a minute, the bandits were down, the forest path clear once more save for half a dozen extra, bleeding bodies.

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Why a Hamilton? - Part 2

Character: Jefferson X Reader
Prompt: After Alexander breaks the reader’s heart, the reader and their “Dad” have an emotional conversation out in the courtyard, trying to figure out what is going on.
Word Count: 2,107
W/T: Slight cursing, mainly trying to work out emotions?
A/N: Okay okay, I know Thomas isn’t actually really in this one, but GWash is basically the reader’s dad, so I feel like this is a very necessary portion to the whole storyline. Also, you would think listening to the Hamilton soundtrack while writing would help, but it just REALLY make you want to write a bunch of horrible references to each and every song. (Aka, I put too many references in here I’m not sorry.) Hope y'all enjoy!
~SJ

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You have managed to collect yourself, but only just. Tears still stung your now red and puffy eyes, and your breathing still sounds slightly ragged. You had managed to hide yourself away among a ring of F/F, which made you feel an ounce happier, since they were your favorite type of flower. You run the fabric of your dress between your thumb and forefinger, still trying to calm down. The gentle breeze blowing in sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to return to the room where it had all happened, afraid of not only Alexander becoming cross with you once again, but in fear that Thomas might do something irrational, making the matters even worse.

Sniffling slightly, you sit up a bit straighter and take in your surroundings, attempting to take your mind off of everything for a moment. Rubbing away any stray tears, you gently pluck one of the flowers from the patch next to you, holding the delicate plant gingerly in your palms. It’s petals drooped slightly in your hand, heavy with water. You find yourself reaching out to pluck another flower from the soil, and another, and another. One after another, until a small bouquet has formed itself in your hand. Absentmindedly, you reach out to grab another, but instead of the familiar petals, you are greeted with a darker skinned hand, offering itself to you. Surprised, you follow it upward, letting it pull you up from your seat.

“Thank you, Mr. Washington.” You mumble, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of the President before you. “But why are you-” “I may have overheard you and Alexander from the hallway.” He replies, nodding his head to the side slightly. “He was that loud, huh?” You sigh, shrinking back into yourself slightly. “No, I’ve just grown to being able to pick up on Alexander’s voice from a distance. I have very good hearing, you know.” He jokes, holding his arm out to you. “Come on, let’s take a stroll. It’s not like you need to be anywhere anytime soon.”

You smile slightly at that, looping your own arm between his as he begins to stroll forward, taking in the scenery. “Hate to admit it, but I’ve never actually been out here. I’ve always been locked up inside. It’s nice to have something fresh to look at.” He sighs. “Yeah.” You simply murmur, your eyes locked on your feet. “I really wish I could come out here more often. It’s so nice, even with the overcast.” Washington wishes, a faint smile creeping up in his lips. “Uh huh.” “The colors are of those lilacs are so lovely.” “I bet.” Washington narrows his eyes at you, a little fed up with your distracted answers.

“Here, look at these.” He says, pulling you towards a small cluster of vibrant flowers, their yellow cups and white petals contrasting beautifully against the deep green stem and blue accent flower. He leans down to get a closer look at them, leaving you standing there, watching the President of the United States get down on his knees to awe at a flower. “These are called sailboat daffodils. They’re a very miraculous type of plant, aren’t they?” He chuckles, uprooting one. “These have a very special place in my heart. First flower I ever gave to my wife. She absolutely loves them, they are her favorite.” Raising an eyebrow, you watch Washington hold the flower above him, examining it. “And?” You question, still holding the bouquet you had pulled from earlier. “I’m trying to get you to talk, Y/N.” He admits, his voice a little sour. “Tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours. You know you can talk to me.”

“Where do I even start?” You huff, falling backward onto a wooden bench behind you, feeling defeated. “Well,” Washington starts, taking the seat next to you, “ you could tell me the things you wanted to say to your brother but didn’t.” “What? You mean how he wouldn’t stop rambling about his debt plan during the debate? How he would constantly take things over the edge, verbally threatening Madison and Jefferson? How he didn’t even bother to take a break when you offered him one when he spilled his glass of water out of frustration? Or how he seemed to just zone out into writing something, as if his life depended on it?” You rattle off angrily, adding unintentional emphasis with your hand gestures. “Yes, there is that, which I couldn’t agreed with you more on, Y/N.” Washington laughs heartily, amused by your own words. “Glad your on my side with that.” You state, blowing a stray strand of hair from your face. “But what I was referring to,” He continues, catching your attention, “was when Alexander asked you if you had any feelings for Jefferson.”

“Oh.” You breathe, falling stiff at this sudden confrontation. You felt at a loss for words, once again. You didn’t understand why, though. You were never caught off guard by questions regarding others. You could lash back in a moment’s time to anyone. Except for this question. Every time it comes up, your body refuses to answer. It’s like it’s hiding itself away, locking the idea out. “Now don’t say every thing at once.” Washington chuckles, leaning himself against the back of the smooth wood of the bench. You feel like giving him a small glare, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You keep opening your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Everything you want to say, waiting in your mind, but you’re unable to put it into sentences. You couldn’t form them the way you were wanting.

“How about I start you off?” He suggests, which earns him a rather confused look from you. “I hope you know how smitten Thomas is for you, Y/N. He talks of you all the time. It’s nonstop.” A best of silence passes, allowing for this information to sink in. “What… Uh, what kind of things does he say about me?” You ask weakly, your face heating up. “Oh? So you want to know?” Washington teases, nudging you in the shoulder slightly. “No!” You fire back, hitting him on the arm defensively. “I just… A lady has a right to know the things spoken about her behind closed doors.” “Those doors are anything but closed, Y/N. I hear it all of the time. He gushes about you constantly. How lovely your hair looked earlier that day when he caught a glimpse of you running something to your brother. How dashing his last name sounds with your first name. How you are so quick with your tongue that even he cannot keep up at times. You name it, he’s said it about you. Jefferson is helpless. He’s helplessly in love with you, Y/N.”

“You’re lying. You have to be.” You accuse, squinting your eyes at him. “Hardly. I rarely josh around, my dear.” Washington counters, his voice much more serious than before. “You mean…” “That he really does say those things about you? Yes. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you waltz into a cabinet meeting with Alexander. His eyes just give him a very lost appearance, which is very rare when it comes to Jefferson. He is the epitome of confidence, so to speak.” “Feigned confidence.” You correct. “Sorry, feigned confidence.” Washington chuckles. Another best of silence sounds between you two before he gently places a hand on your shoulder, a rather reassuring warmth to it. “Y/N, do you remember the very first Cabinet Meeting where we all had our first encounters with each other?” He questions, his sudden change in demeanor causing you to look at him. You solemnly nod, unsure of where he was trying to go with this. “I know you and Thomas had disappeared off to who knows where for a while, because I covered for you when Alexander asked of your whereabouts. Would you mind telling me what went on between you two at that time?”

That night. One of the best nights of your life. The night you met Thomas Jefferson. “We simply, talked.” You begin, recalling the night. “About what? That I can’t tell you. But it wasn’t a forced conversation. It was back and forth between us, his wit against mine. His words attempting to best my own. There was something unspoken about it, something that seemed almost otherworldly. He took my hand at one point, I didn’t fight it. The warmth from him was something I didn’t realize I needed until that night. We had snuck back to my house, a stitch in both of our sides from laughter. He took me all the way to my front gate. Alexander and Eliza had to have been asleep by then, it was very late. And yet, we couldn’t end the conversation. We stared at the stars, we exchanged multiple embraces. And as he bid farewell, he left me with a single kiss, planted upon my own lips, and a letter slid into my hands.”

“Y/N.” Washington interrupts, startling you back into reality. “Hm?” You answer dreamily, still shaking the memory. You met his eyes, and watched his expression grow into a soft, understanding smile. “You two are meant for each other. You love him just as much as he does you.”

“But it’s never going to work. You heard Alexander back there. He refuses to let me near Jefferson.” You argue, your voice filling with hurt. “Oh, why is he like this? Why can’t he just…just… Stop being so overprotective! I can’t keep living under his roof! He’s nothing but my brother. He should be supportive of my choices, not controlling!” You spit, abruptly pushing yourself off of the bench, pacing around in front of it. “I can love who I want, damnit.” You breathe, clutching the bouquet of F/F’s in your hand. “Now now, there is no need for a brilliant young lady like yourself to be using foul language.” Washington warns, attempting to get you to simmer down a bit. “Then what do I do? If I stay the way I have been, Alexander will very much disown me as his sister. If I do as he says, I’ll lose Thomas. Oh, what do I do?!” You plea, turning to Washington, a sense of helplessness washing over you.

He blinks for a moment, his eyes deep in concentration. “If I were you, I would try to mend these loose ends you have lying everywhere.” He says slowly, carefully choosing his words. “I think the reason why Alexander is so overprotective of you is because he feels that he needs to fill the fatherly figure roll of your life, seeing as you haven’t had one since you were young.” You stifle a laugh at this comment, it’s utter ridiculousness off putting you. “You honestly believe that Alex is trying to be my father and my brother at the same time? That’s just… so ridiculous it’s right.” You realize, your eyes widening as you glance back up at Washington. He nods, agreeing with you. “And Thomas obviously sees this, too, otherwise he wouldn’t constantly be badgering Alexander the way he does. It’s a way men try to assert dominance, so to speak. Thomas wants to be in your life, but Alexander doesn’t want to be pushed out of yours completely. You have to find a compromise.”

“But I don’t have a plan! They just, hate each other. How am I going to fix that?”

“Convince them. They both seem willing to do anything for you.”

“That’s brilliant!” You exclaim, rushing towards Washington, wrapping his broad shoulders in you arms. He chuckles quietly and hugs you back, standing up. His body radiates warmth, making the growing lump in your chest tighten even more. You squeeze him tighter, closing your eyes. “Thanks Dad.”

“Uh-I mean-uhhh.” You stutter, pulling back in embarrassment, you face burning. Washington’s laughter bellows from him, his face lit up. “It’s quite alright, Y/N.” He chokes out, trying to compose himself. “I would very much welcome you to my family if I were allowed.” “Heh, that would make this situation a whole lot easier, huh?” You wonder, smiling sheepishly up at him as a couple of raindrops begin to fall from above. He glances up, obviously feeling them in his bare head. “Yes, I do suppose that if you were a Washington, this entire situation could have been avoided.” Washington suggests, beckoning for you to follow him inside before you became drenched.

God, why did you have to be a Hamilton?

Others’ Troubles

Peter’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he glanced around the crowded dive to ensure no one had heard her. “Call me that again and I’ll wring your skinny little neck.”

Jenny gave a mirthless chuckle, and reached to snag one of the man’s fries. “Is that what ya tell yer mother when she asks ‘ow ‘er li'le criminal’s doin’?”

The man snatched her wrist, but Jenny merely leaned in, narrowed eyes trained on him as she ate the stolen fry. “And what if I drug you back to the ship right now?”

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First Kiss - The Rim of the Sky

For the fantastic and most excellently cheesy idea of an entire week dedicated to Everlark in love, I have to thank @everlarkedalways. This is fabulous and I can’t wait to skim through everything people post. I just found out about this today, or else I would have written something new for today. Instead, I am following @titania522‘s lead and posting one of Everlark’s first kisses that I have already written. It was the first first Everlark kiss I wrote (I think…does everyone understand this sentence???), and I apologize in advance for the fact that it comes from one of my more depressing fics. Lol, who am I fooling it’s either squish your cheeks fluff or kill me now angst with me. I promise I’ve started working on something much happier to post on Friday (pssst…there’s smut). Okay, enough rambling…from The Rim of the Sky:


One day, he finds a bunch of bright red flowers. He considers plucking one to give to her, but cannot bear the thought of another life on his conscience. Instead, he tells her to close her eyes once they’re settled and ready for bed. Then he traces the shape of the flower on her back and whispers to her about the velvet petals, the elegant stem, and the rich shade of wine red, tipped with a red so dark it was almost purple.

Dreams of crimson rivers and stains he can’t wash from his hands haunt him. She’s awake and staring at him when he comes to, sweating in the cold October air. In the moonlight, her eyes are silver. Her hands fist in his jacket and she places her lips on his. Before he registers what is happening, she pulls away, but only to bury her face against his chest. He waits until her breathing evens out then presses a kiss to her head, wishing her sweeter dreams than the ones he has, but knowing that’s not possible.

“I was supposed to be married yesterday,” she tells him the night after they kiss. He can’t help the stab of guilt that floods him. He shouldn’t be holding her or kissing her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t love him. Only thought I did. He was just a close friend. Besides. He’s already dead. Hung for treason before I even left.”

“I’m still sorry you lost your friend.”

“When I left, it was partly because I wanted to fight. Partly because I couldn’t stand the way his mother looked at me since he died. He believed in this fight. He’d be here if he hadn’t been killed.” They’re silent for a long time, listening to the wind rustle the leaves. “Do you believe in this fight?”

He shifts in his sleeping bag, considering his answer. He thinks about what the Capitol claims to provide and how their claims don’t coincide with the reality of life in his District. “I believe that the Capitol is wrong. Protection, Security, Stability,” he recites. “Those things shouldn’t come at the cost of our freedom to choose, our very humanity. I don’t believe for a minute that we’re meant to be treated as their slaves.” She nods, the crown of her head bumping his chin. He finally finds the courage to whisper the rest to her. “But the way these leaders from 13 run things…I’m not sure that they’re any better. They’re hiding something from us. It feels like they’re holding back. And that makes me think they’re using us. Which makes them no different.”

When she doesn’t answer, he closes his eyes and is almost asleep when she responds. “Thank you. I couldn’t find the right words to explain what I was feeling. Thank you for giving me the words.” He feels the touch of her lips to the skin at the hollow of his throat. It’s a barely there touch, so light he may have mistaken the breeze for her lips.

It starts in the night. And that night, he shakes her awake out of a nightmare. When she kisses him, he feels it in the roots of his hair. She grasps his jaw in her hands, the rough wool yarn of her gloves catching on his stubble. She tastes of misery and lost dreams and the fleeting chance that one day it will be better. His fingers tangle in her hair and he licks his way over her chapped lips, into her mouth and drinks of everything she offers. Her breath comes is short pants through her nose. His toes and his mind and all that exists in between are on fire.

He’s not sure how, but they fall asleep while kissing. And in the soft violet light of dawn, he warms at the comfort brought by kissing each other to sleep.

Taming The Brat Pt.7

It’s that time again. Lmfao, please ignore me, I’m nervous and wanna ramble, but I don’t really have anything to say. I think I’m nervous because each part just keeps getting longer and longer, and I know some of you said you didn’t mind, but I think 25k+ words might just be taking the biscuit. Forgive me, and I hope you enjoy!

Lil’ Disclaimer
Genre: Angst/Smut/Nora’s AU
Requested: yup and nope
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ content, mentions of abortion, mild violence, constant swearing, crude af as always, maybe not quite vanilla but not really BDSM smut, I don’t even know what warnings to put anymore, hopefully I’ve mentioned anything that might be triggering. Please tell me if I need to add anything else ^^


Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

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Originally posted by kkuljae


Despite what fairytales might have the young believe, there are many stories in life that just aren’t destined for a happy ending. I’m truly beginning to wonder if mine, is one of those tales. Just how powerful is Fate anyway? I’ve come to realise the older I get, if it has a big enough influence over my life, it’s because I let it. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I mean, what else can you do when you discover you’re one of the unfortunate ones? The ones who can never quite choose between their heads or their hearts. I always hated that feeling, the fear of being stuck in limbo, battling the constant back and forth of indecision. I ran from the weight of responsibility and made a simple choice instead. I’m not sure exactly when during childhood my tradition began, all I know is that somewhere along the way, I chose to put every monumental decision I would ever need to make in the hands of destiny. I chose to play a game and keep playing, no matter the consequences. After all, when the path you’re on was supposedly pre decided, consequences don’t seem quite so consequential anymore. But if that’s true, why isn’t it working now? Sitting here with a the stem of what was once a beautiful Carnation in hand, Fate doesn’t quite seem enough. Suddenly, I think I’m an idiot whose spent the majority of her spoilt life living in a dream world, getting everything I want whenever I want it and the only reason I never worry over consequences is because until now, no one ever taught me what they are. Thinking back, no matter how badly I acted out as a child, I can’t recall ever being punished. I’ve led a relatively easy life, what real hardships have I faced? I’ve found it easy to leave my life to Fate, because I’ve never thought about any of the decisions I’ll make potentially destroying someone else’s life before. When I bring that into the equation, it doesn’t make my methods of madness seem anywhere close to sane. How is simultaneously plucking petals I’ve assigned to one or another pathway from a random flower gonna help me come to a sensical decision? And just because it tells me it’s what I should do, how is it actually supposed to help me open my mouth and free the truth? This game is stupid, and I’m stupid for ever prolonging it.

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New year, new post! I wrote this once and it ended up being 7 pages long. Wrote it again and cut it down to 6. Wrote it a third time and changed the plot, refining it to 5 pages. I hope you all had a good Christmas and I hope the new year treats you well. This request was made by @animefreak808 and I’m sorry it took so long but I needed the break. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I saw a idea where the reader was chosen as a potential candidate to be thors bride along with others from different realms and the reader is the only one from midguard, she doesn’t know whats going on but she ends up with Loki instead

Stolen (Part 1)

“After a rigorous selection process, you have all been selected for a very prestigious and honoured role.” A man’s voice intruded on your dream.

“You will know my eldest son, Thor,” the name sounded familiar, “and so you will know of his honour, his integrity, and his general excellence. I hope that one day he will succeed me on the throne, and when that day comes he will need a Queen. So you have been selected as the most suitable candidates to fulfil that role.”

“Does… Does Thor know about this?” You couldn’t help but think, tossing in the bed sheets and groaning into the silence of the night. This dream was slowly becoming a nightmare. The voice replied, apparently having heard your question.
“He… is currently unaware.”
“Shouldn’t it be his choice? Not yours?”

“Your argument is valid but tradition overrules in this case. The process of selection has been designed to allocate a suitable partner for my son and I will not discuss it any further. You are dismissed and will now be shown to your temporary residencies.”

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One Thousand Years

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Chapter o1. The Bunny and The Wolf

 God rays shot through the Heavens, casting a beam of light that encircled the vast prairie grounds like a lustrous cage. Clouds above mimicked different mystical creatures of Pegasus to Mermaids as if coming alive, jealous of the more privileged organisms of the world. Leaves in the forest shook against the autumn breeze as you patiently sniffed the soil to locate the smell of ripe carrots. Your furry paws clapped excitedly as the sweet aroma rushed up your nose. Hopping on your hind legs, you stuffed your weaved bamboo backpack with yummy treats for your clan.

A plump carrot sat close to your chest for you purposefullyseparated it from the rest to save for your youngest baby sister. With all your strength, you plucked outanother one. The brute force caused youto bounced backward and fall on your little bum. You whimpered, snuggling your behind againstthe soft, dense soil to alleviate the soreness. Your pure white coat dusted in browns and grays while you coughed fromthe foreign particles that managed to intrude up your pink nostrils.

A swallow fluttered its wings, dancing along thin air,before perching against a shrill branch right above your head. A single feather swirled along the nature’scoarse, falling right against your nose. Ahhh-choooo! The dark gray color highlighted your presence and betrayed your position to the predators of the forest. Warps of nature’s hymn came to a close like the calm before a storm.

Gasping, you hopped along a quiet trail, clinging onto the basket of carrots like they were gold. You could smell the stench of the slayers of the woodland. A shiver ran through your small body. Leaves crunched under your paws.

Howl~

 

You froze in place. The fur along your back stood up as if they had a life of their own. Shaking your head, you forced your body to move for you had to warn your bunny clan that the wolves were near. In lightning speed, you bounced across the rocky road. The sharp rocks scratched against your silky smooth skin but you don’t even have time to wince.

A hawk gawked above you; its shadow covered the sun from your view like a physical lid. Its bloody eyes glared straight into your fearful ones. Frightened, your claws released the carrot. It rolled down the slope, sinking into a lake with a “thump”. Momentarily, you dashed into a bush to hide.

You dare not move.

Not when you were cornered by several hungry hunters that surrounded your base.

Gawk Gawk Gawk~

 

The hawk called for its friends.

No…

 

Tears formed in your eyes as you watched the bird dive straight toward you. Closing your orbs, you accepted your fate. As his beak grabbed your floppy ears, your small form staggered backward. A hidden ditch opened up and you were sent free falling down into a narrow hole. Your ears sprawled out like a bat’s wings as you desperately attempted, with all your might, to stop your plunge but to no avail. You hissed. Crystal streams immediately rolled down your eyes as your leg snapped back. Timidly, you turned around to witness a manmade pig trap that had crushed your feet. White fur soaked in cerise red as you helplessly tried with all your might to lift the trap but your strength was no challenge to the unyielding metal. It snapped back, making the pain increase tenfolds. Your limb fell numb. Sweat trickled along your forehead.

The world was but a haze.

You wanted more than anything to return home to your comfy hay bed to rock your baby sister to sleep. But witnessing your situation now, that was probably no longer possible. Sniffing back tears, your paws curled into balls and clicked together as you said a silent prayer to God to pardon your sister for she was still so young.

A rustle at the nearby underground cave startled you. You could smell the odor of a hungry beast.

Wolf.

You shook, pawing against the soil in your last efforts to run away but your broken leg kept you situated in place.

His long front limbs appeared from the shadow, then his nose and perked up ears that mirrored that of elves. Unable to escape, you could only roll yourself up into a ball with your eyes snapped shut. Shivering as hard as seizures, you sat in your own pool of blood. The starving eyes of the wolf shot through your skull. Warm fur, like fire, touched your body. Thump. Thump. Thump. You peeped out to see the wolf’s nose rubbing against yours. His head alone was the size of your entire body. Soft sobs sounded when he sniffed your injured leg.

Vulnerable and defenseless, your body tottered in circles while the dizziness from blood lost began to desaturate the image in front of you. Your eyes closed. A deep husky grunt escaped the wolf’s lips when you fell forward, right against his chest, voluntarily becoming his meal. The darkness absorbed all the pain in your body like a physical blanket of anesthetics.

They say that when little souls die they have a chance to impress God and be granted a ticket to become humans in their next life. You thought that if you were lucky enough to be chosen, you’d be a good human being…one who gave more than take…one who embraced other’s mistakes and turned them into strengths…

But why would God choose you? Not when you were already blessed with the duties of a bunny goddess. It was only day two and you had already failed at protecting your clan and succumbed to the evil predators of the wild. You hadn’t even gotten to see your own reflection against the frozen lake.

Petals swirled around you, one flew against your feathery lashes, immediately soaking up the water into your dehydrated physique. Droplets of rain fell into your semi-pursed lips, moistening up your chapped skin. You silently begged for more. It was so cold. Your slender arms wrapped over your bare body, hoping to preserve as much of the remaining heat as possible. A grunt echoed in the cave, some shredding noise, and then a fur blanket softly landed against your milky skin. You stirred but do not wake. The pain in your leg, still so apparent, made all energy within you drain. A wet towel was placed against your forehead. Excess water dripped onto the corner of your shut eyes, mixing with your tears. You shivered and reached your slim fingers out to bring the blanket closer against your body. A warm hand stroked your wet cheeks. Greedily, you leaned closer to accept more of the owner’s heat. Mere, weak coughs flooded out of your lips, echoing in the secret nest, as you were lifted into the creature’s boiling chest. Without a single shame, you snuggled closer, resting your face right at the crook of his neck. Your icy breathe washed against his skin. A visible smoke ignited. Your eyes fluttered open for a split second but not long enough to grasp the situation. All you saw were twin large orbs, similar to the magical crystal your clan kept locked up in your treasure room. His body hugged yours close. His hot fingertips stroked your bare back, lulling you back into your coma. You willingly surrendered and sunk deeper into his embrace.

Humans. They were so beautiful. They stood tall on two feet, with their backs perpendicular to the Heavens and head held high. The language they spoke were like musical carols swimming out into Earth’s atmosphere. That was why all creatures of the animal kingdom prayed everyday and every night for God to notice them. That was why as spirits and deities, you were granted magical powers to transform into human-like forms.

Cold liquid dabbed against the torn skin against your leg. You cried sharply, flailing around but strong arms kept you still. Tears slipped out of your marbled orbs like the streams of a river.

“Shhh,” the owner soothed, blowing on the wound.

You whimpered as the creature’s hand once again stroked your cheeks. This time, you bit your pride and latched onto it as if clinging onto your dear life. His fingers slipped through yours, pausing his motions until you calmed down a bit. The fur blanket was tucked closer against your body. The tiny hairs kissed against your wet skin.

You could feel his warm breath against your face.

Savior…

 

“Bear through it for a bit, okay?” his deep voice was so beautiful.

A human…?

 

But you had no energy to answer. With another graze against your icy skin, he hovered over your wounded leg again.

You screamed as soon as a fabric band began to bind around your broken ankle once, twice, three times until it was tied tightly together. Your feeble body trembled, your teeth clattered, and your lungs begged for air. Again, you were lifted back into the man’s chest.

The beating of a human heart…

 

It’s so beautiful…

 

A tear rolled down your eyes at the knowledge that a human took notice of a mere bunny like you.

“Thank you…” you weakly whispered into his ears before falling asleep in his arms again.

 

Tik.

 

Tik.

 

Tik.

Sparks of orange and blue erupted into thin air. And suddenly the room was ten times warmer, though you admittingly still yearned that feeling of a human’s touch. Your cheeks were pinched together. Drops of water fell onto the tips of your tongue. You slurped it up avariciously. With the little energy within you, you forced your eyes to open into slits to observe the human’s handsome features, for you were afraid you’d never get the chance to…then at least…at least then you’d know who to protect when God accepted you into the gates of Heaven.

His skin wasn’t particularly white or tan, just perfectly in between. His eyes, like you have observed before, were golden, shimmering, and large. Along with the thick, caving brows, they stared down at you with so much emotion, foreign to your simple little bunny mind. Thinking that you were still cold, his arms draped around your body like added-on covers.

Savior…

 

“Are you still cold?” his husky voice questioned.

You leaned your face against his collarbone and though you were already quite warm, you greedily nodded, longing for his skin to touch against yours again.

What is this?

 

…Is this what humans call…love? If so, then you were deeply in love for you yearned with every prudent ounce of your fragile being to loyally serve this human.

 

 

But instead of tightening his hold around you, he let you go and gently placed you back against the ground. You softly whined, vocally complaining about his neglect but his warmth escaped further and further away. You coughed as you tried to get up.

“H-Hey…don’t move around too much,” he insisted, pushing you back down.

At the close proximity, you grabbed his hand and cuddled it against your cheek. A low chuckled resonated, causing your little heart to skip a beat. Without letting your hand go, the man awkwardly strained his other arm to throw more twigs into campfire.

“Savior,” you coughed.

“My name is Park Chanyeol,” he corrected.

Park…

 

Chanyeol…

 

The corners of your lips shyly curled as he scooted your fragile body back against his chest.

“I’ll bring you actual clothes tomorrow. I just haven’t gotten the chance to because I was afraid of leaving you alone in the cave,” he informed.

You instantly nodded and snuggled back into him.

W-wait, clothes?

 

Your eyes sprung open and you jolted upright. The blanket slipped from your shoulders to your waist. You gasped.

W-when…when did I transform into my human form?

Panicking, you immediately crossed your arms over your exposed chest. Like a gentleman, the handsome male turned away to give you time to readjust the blanket over your bare frame. A hot flush gathered along your cheeks. This whole time, you thought you were in your bunny form. Quickly, you covered your body with the gray fur coat.

“S-so…you must be the new bunny goddess,” Chanyeol’s low voice said, breaking the awkward tension. His head was still turned away.

“Mmm…two days…” you timidly whispered while admiring your human-like nails…“W-well…two days before I got hurt…”

“Hmm…” he nodded understandingly, “No wonder…”

You stared at him blankly as he took a quick glimpse to check if you were fully covered before turning his whole body around. Instantly, you lowered your head, blushing until you were bright red. His threw you a toothy smile.

So…handsome…

 

As you continued to fidget around bashfully, Chanyeol unclasped the necklace around his neck and hovered above you. You flinched at the close proximity. It was so warm…and well…cozy and sweet.

The necklace was placed around your neck. You gazed at him, already studying his physical features over and over again like a pet would its owner.

“It’s a talisman,” he answered your unasked question, “Inside are a few scrolls. One being that when you transform into your human form, you will be clothed and others won’t be able to smell your scent”. He chuckled when you hid your face behind your hair.

“You know…’cause not everyone is a gentlemen, like me,” he teasingly added with a wink, which only caused you to further hide yourself.

“Savior…”

“Chanyeol,” he corrected but you were too shy to call a human by his real name.

“…H-how…how do you know that I am the bunny goddess?” you stuttered.

“Oh, that’s easy. Because you were still in your bunny form before you fainted,” he laughed.

“Oh…”

Suddenly, your heart began to pace. Your lungs sucked in air. Your long tresses whipped around and your body trembled.

Wolf…

 

You could smell the scent of a wolf very, very close.

“W-what’s wrong?” Chanyeol asked, looking around to check out what had ‘cause your sudden panic-stricken state.

Immediately, you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the opening of the cave.

“Wolf. I smell a wolf!” you hissed, “Savior…don’t go out there…”

The smile on his face dropped.

It was so close.

The scent was so strong…you swore…he was…right…

…next…to…

…you…

Your eyes widened. In an instant, you bounced away. Your bare back hit against the rocky and wet walls of the cave.

“Y-you’re…you’re…” you gasped, finally recognizing those honey eyes from the image of the wolf who surrounded you right before you fainted that other day.

Completely bewildered, you jolted upright to make a run for it but as soon as your toes touched the ground, a shooting pain ran up your leg. You screamed, your leg buckling. The wolf spirit hastily pounced forward, catching you into his warm arms. You thrashed around like a caught prey, using its dying energy in hopes of survival.

“Shhh…Shhh…c-calm down…” Chanyeol coaxed, stroking his long fingers across your cheeks but your small frame continued to convulsively quiver until you thought your bones would break.

I-Is…is he going to eat me?

Your eyes landed on the campfire and you opened your mouth to scream again but Chanyeol clasped his hand over your lips so all that came out were muffled sobs.

“Shhh…It’s okay…I won’t hurt you…” he said but your heart was beating so fast, you were seeing doubles of everything.

“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, stroking your hair but you could smell his stench.

Succumbed in tears, you crawled over to a corner and recoiled into a ball. You should have known…you should have known that no human would find interest in you. Only a wolf would because he was the predator and you were the prey. Shivering, you backed up further and further away, ignoring the pain on your ankle as you practically dragged it along with you.

“Come back closer to the fire or you’ll get cold again,” Chanyeol motioned but you shook your head.

If I go over to the fire…he’ll cook me…

 

Not knowing what to do, you whimpered and sobbed in your rolled up palms.

“I won’t hurt you…” he said again, “If I wanted to do that…I would have done so days ago…”

Momentarily, you quieted your sobs but do not unfold yourself from your protective fetal position. Your stomach grumbled.

“You must be hungry. Do you want some?” the attractive wolf spirit asked, offering the cooked squirrel on a stick.

You gasped in terror, immediately paling to the shade of a frozen lake. Your head hung low as the weeping began again. He was going to cook you…you were so, so sure.

In an instant, Chanyeol retracted his offer, “Oh…Omgosh…I’m so sorry. I forgot bunnies only ate vegetables”.

When you continued to cry, he scampered and scratched his head nervously, “U-um…Um…I’ll…I’ll go fetch some carrots for you. I’m be back really soon!”

Still fearing for your life, you don’t respond. After pacing back and forth and deliberating to himself, he walked out of the cave. Your first instinct was to run for your life but as soon as you hobbled your way over to the exit, you realized that the pit was at least thirty feet high. There was no way you could climb up there regularly, much less when you were heavily injured. But you stubbornly tried anyway.

It was so, so cold without the comfort of Chanyeol’s fire. Placing your palms on a protuberant rock, you pulled yourself up. Yet, as soon as your wounded feet met with the hard surface of the structure, you cried in anguish, double overing in pain. Blood seeped out of the bandage. Within seconds, a pool of dark red soaked up your feet. You bit your tongue from screaming in case you alerted nearby beasts.

But the pain was so incapacitating, it took you a good minute before you recognized the familiar scent of a wolf closing in. Expertly, he jumped down the ditch, landing right in front of you. Your glossy eyes stared into his as he instantly knelt down to examine your leg. Without a word, you were scooped up into his arms and walked back into the cave. You trembled against his burning chest, already feeling light headed from the blood lost. As gentle as ever, you were placed back against the soft hay bed. Straightaway, you backed up into the corner, dragging the trail of blood with you.

Don’t…move!” he growled, holding your leg steady.

You panicked and broke down again at his harsh tone.

Grimacing, the wolf spirit tore a strip of fabric from his robe and began to bind your leg again. But the wound had completely reopened and blood kept seeping out.

“Hold this,” he ordered. When you didn’t move, he grabbed your hand and placed it onto your leg, “I’ll be right back”.

In lightning speed, you watched as he transformed back into his animal form and pounced up the wall, back into the light. Dazed and scared, you helplessly observed as your own blood soaked all over your beautiful human-like fingers. Quickly, you applied more pressure, hoping to stop the bleeding enough to not awaken the predator instincts of Park Chanyeol.

Like he had promised, he was back within a minute with a few planks of wood grinded in his teeth. You tensed up seeing the gray skinned beast. Sensing your fear, Chanyeol immediately transformed back into his human form.

Two planks were placed on either side of your leg before he strapped the makeshift cast with bands and bands of bandages. You groaned in pain with every pull and every tuck. By the end of it, a film of sweat had accumulated on both your foreheads. You were as pale as a sheet of paper.

“Don’t move around, okay?” he warned, though he spoke in a soft voice.

You bit your lip to stop from crying.

“Shh…” he whispered, wiping your wet forehead with his sleeve.

You felt like a prisoner…some toy…but you couldn’t do anything to save yourself and the more he nursed you, the more you feared that it was part of some evil scheme.

“Here, I got you come carrots, lettuces, and cabbage to eat,” Chanyeol offered, holding out the food.

Timidly, you reached out but retreated as soon as you realized that there was a high possibility of him poisoning them to get you to reveal secret information about your clan’s hideout. You curled back up into a ball.

With a sad smile, Chanyeol brought a plump carrot up to his lips and took a big bite to prove that they were safe to eat. Still, you were fearful but your stomach continued to grumble. So with hesitancy, you reached out and snatched a small carrot from the floor. Without taking your eyes off of the wolf spirit, you began to nibble on the yummy snack. Unknowingly, you had finished it and reached out for a second one.

Yummy…

 

So…sweet…

A cute giggle escaped as you happily chewed on your veggies. Chanyeol chuckled and sincerely smiled at your uplifted spirits, causing you to shyly turn away.

“What’s your name?” he broke the silence.

You stopped nibbling on your carrot to look up at him.

“I…I don’t have one…” you honestly whispered.

“Don’t have one?”

“I…I’m just a bunny…we don’t have names…” you smacked your lips tightly together and held the carrot against your heart, suddenly missing your baby sister. She must have grown so much over the last few days. Your eyes began to water but you refused to cry again in front of your predator.

“Dal-nim,” his deep beautiful voice spoke.

“Hmm?” you looked up, confused.

“From today on, your name will be Dal-nim…” Chanyeol concluded, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

A tear dropped onto the floor of the cave.

Dal-nim…

You were finally given an identity…you weren’t a nobody.

“Dal-nim…” he called again.

He placed his hand on top of yours and you surprised yourself by not flinching. A shy smile spread across your face as your cheeks highlighted in a tinge of pink. 

a/n: Yay! I am back :D Hope you guys enjoyed the long pilot chapter! So the main character is a bunny goddess, she can turn into a human form but she’s not used to it yet because she learned the spell two days before she got injured ;p. Chanyeol is wolf spirit, just like Dal-nim, he can transform from his animal form to his human form and back. Hehehe.

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I reached down and picked a daisy from the grass, as I was surrounded by dozens of them. It was so beautiful, so untouched. So I plucked one of its pedals. It still looked beautiful. I picked another pedal off. And another one. Now it was starting to look different. But although it was missing a part of it, the flower was still just as beautiful. I continued picking more
pedals off. He loves me, he loves me not. I kept repeating these words as I picked every pedal off of the daisy until there were only two left. He loves me. He loves me not. And then the flower was barren, nothing left but the small yellow center of pollen and the green stem underneath it. I transformed a beautiful, untouched flower into something barren and broken. But it was sometime in that moment that I realized. Even though it’s been used, broken, touched and left, it is still the same flower it was before. It still holds the same beauty I once saw in it. Even if the last pedal whispers “he loves me not” as it drops to the ground, so what? You’re full of potential, beauty and strength, and you’re full of an essence that no one else in this entire world holds.
—  he loves me, he loves me not//

[Love Series 000] • “love is confidence, love is plucking in grown-hairs, love is never getting sick of one another, love is giving someone the last bite even though you’re hungry too. love means you’re learning selflessness” -Cinda

i wanted to figure what love means to people in my generation because it seems like we’re loving less nowadays. we should start spreading good vibes and find beautiful things about the world we live in.

more coming soon.

by Gladimir Georges

Spectrum Ch 21 - Part I

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Content Warning : Self Harm (Should probably go back a tag a few prior chapters with that, too).

Okay. I’m pretty much doing what I should have done with Chapter 20. That sucker was just too big. 

Not sure when the next chapter’s coming, but it’s mostly complete. There’s been so much stuff going on, guys, and I gotta sort out some breathing time.

But here we go.

Chapter 21. In which there’s snow, a few puzzles to be solved, and a pair of red mittens.


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The mind is a funny thing

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

Originally posted by alionaw

Originally posted by intrudingthoughts1

Summary. *Imagine meeting Dean in hell and getting pulled into the plan for the apocalypse kickoff.*

This is Part Six in the No place like hell series. Part two here. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.

Pairing: Dean x reader

*I felt like I needed to put some WARNING with this one because it does get dark. This chapter has after-effects of torture. This story as a whole gets, well, hellish. Deals with torture and the after-effects . *

Word Count: 3456

Gasoline by Halsey

 “I think there's a flaw in my code” - Halsey

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Time Travel: A Job Well Done

*A/n Hey guys! Happy new year :D  have risen from my hiatus and to start 2016 I wrote a Shamy oneshot about time travel, I hope you enjoy! Fic next week for you all :)

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Time Travel: A Shamy Fanfic

    When it comes to professions, Sheldon is a Physicist, not a rocket scientist like his sister believes. He comes up with answers to the questions created by the universe, while rocket scientists toy with silly things like time travel. Sheldon’s smart, he knows it is impossible to achieve time travel. Not once in his life has he ever tried.

    There was one day though that Sheldon stumbled upon something, and, as expected, he remained completely skeptical it was in any way useful to him. This being said, he still couldn’t help saying something about it when his next date with Amy came rolling around.

    Amy doesn’t believe in time travel either, but she supported him with everything she had, smiling and taking his hand from across her counter. Her touch was warm and assuring, and Sheldon almost fainted because her stare was so soft and genuine.

    While working on his time travel project for about a week, Sheldon soon discovered it meant he would be spending less and less time with Amy, and so brought up the issue on their next date night. They hadn’t seen each other since their last one but Sheldon thought Amy looked particularly pretty that day with her snug red dress and hair done up in small, perfect curls.

    “Sheldon, spending less time together happens when you work a lot,” Amy responded, swaying slightly as she put together a snack for them at her counter. Sheldon briefly wondered if she did this because she had a song stuck in her head, then had to shake his own when he was reminded of how much he loved her. It almost distracted him to the point where he nearly missed her quietly tell him “If you have an opportunity to time travel, I want you to do it.”

    Amy, she’s smart too, keeping her worries quiet.

    Sheldon wasn’t sure he wanted to go down the path of time travel at this point, but he nodded to himself anyway, and walked around the counter to dip his girlfriend. Neither of them would ever forget that long, loving kiss on the lips that Sheldon let go a little too far. Perhaps it was only to quell the anxiousness in his mind, but no matter the reason he still woke up in her bed the next morning.

    When it came down to it and Sheldon buckled down, there were a lot more clues and helpful information than he originally thought. By Saturday afternoon the sunlight flitted softly into the room and was problematic because it kept making him yawn and feel sleepy. He perked up when Leonard came out of his room, looking quite funny with his hair sticking everywhere, emerging from darkness it seemed like, and he had two cans on monster in his hands which made them look even smaller to Sheldon. He smiled when his best friend came up to him and set a cold can on his desk.

    Leonard plopped down on the couch almost immediately, opening the other can and throwing his head back. After a few gulps he turned to his roommate and suddenly his eyes sparkled.

    “What do you say we pull an all nighter?” he eagerly asked, and Sheldon’s face spun in confusion. Then Leonard walked over to Sheldon’s board, set his empty can on its ledge and smirked. He crossed his legs confidently, but a moment later his balance broke, and when he recovered he was clutching his heart with his palm. He hurriedly said “I’m going to help you figure out time travel.” and it sounded only slightly uncertain.

    “I think you’ve had too many of those,” Sheldon low-key scolded, adding an “ but I suppose so,” at the end while pushing himself out of his chair. He grabbed a drink sweater for beers since his hands were freezing, and he had the words ‘thinking of Amy’ written on his forehead by the way he was smiling as he walked back.

    “We will probably need even more of these to stay awake you know,” Leonard pointed out, tipping his can in the air and setting it back down. “That’s why I’ve got a mini fridge full of them.”

    Sheldon clearly had no clue when Leonard got a mini fridge but disregarded the comment and sat back down in his computer chair, cracking his knuckles as if it were a chore.

    “Alright…” he said, accepting it difficultly. “What are we waiting for?”

    Hours passed by very slowly, similar to how the table became scattered with food to help the men stay awake. Sheldon deemed their extended work period a success at this point, thinking they had made significant progress when indeed, they had actually done the thing and he felt slightly stupid that Leonard had to be the one to explain it.

    “Well I’ll be…” he sounded so astonished and was looking frantically at everything they’d done on both their computer and white boards, and when he noticed Leonard was right he smiled tiredly and stood. He towered over Leonard when he stretched his back and the room was so quiet they could hear the low cracking of his bones.

    “What are you doing?” Leonard asked as he finished yet another monster.

    “I can’t wait to see how these are going to effect our health.” Sheldon answered in a distracted mumble, plucking another one of Leonard’s empty cans from his hand and adding it to their pile on the table. “And I’m going over to Amy’s.”

    It wasn’t a surprise to either of them that he would want to share their accomplishment with her, but it was really late and if he wanted to go, Leonard was not going to be the one to drive him. He stood his ground quite firmly, thinking it’s true one can only spend so many hours with him before they feel like they wanna go crazy.

    “Guess I should hit the hay then,” Leonard concluded, his words floating out in his exhale. He started slowly getting up and leaned in, rising almost triumphantly with his tired eyes and bad posture. As he did so he noticed Sheldon running his hands through his hair (which looked better than usual), and then listened as he said,  

    “Thank you for helping me.” rather sincerely. It was a moment wished to be seen when Sheldon moved in closer and wrapped an arm around him in a “bro hug”. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” he humbly admitted.

    Leonard accepted the compliment graciously and puffed out his chest a bit, making Sheldon grin. After that the conversation died down gradually and left behind tired smiles swimming in the air, which then concluded their time spent together for the day.

    Sheldon wandered around for a while in the openness of their living room, pacing nearly half the time and managing to get lost in his thoughts for nearly two hours. He did a full one eighty as soon as it crossed his mind and eagerly he bounded to the bathroom to get ready.

    A short time later and it was six am, the sky outside still dark and being a problematic contrast to their bright apartment. Sheldon wore his best shirt and laptop bag over his shoulder while hardly being able to see it at all it was utter blackness, but still rested a hand on it very dearly thinking how time travel is so similar to a round flight. In this case he could make it there and back if he did so as sparingly as he could, so protecting it seemed appealing enough. Around eight am he finally reached Amy’s apartment in a relieved, exhausted mess, but he was feeling electrified where it counted.

    He didn’t have to wait for her to answer since she had given him a key the first time they “did the do” so when he walked into her apartment, it had a slightly more comforting feeling to it. First thing he quietly strode over to the couch and took off his load, pausing when he heard Amy’s soft snoring traveling between rooms.

    When he lay down beside her after slipping in the bed Sheldon felt antsy, slightly hot under the blanket he chose to use. He desperately wanted to sleep and at the same time struggled against wanting to wake Amy to tell her the news, so he spent a good amount of time turned to her on his side, observing her eyelids twitch in her deep sleep and tracing every line of her face to memory as if he hadn’t done so before. She woke up this way, with Sheldon watching her with his heart on his sleeve. She enjoyed mornings like this so welcomed him in, sitting up and flicking a lamp on. Her hair was messy but she couldn’t stop smiling when she yawned, and the light bouncing off her made her glow stunningly.

    Sheldon could barely contain his news long enough to give Amy the morning kiss of her dreams. His enthusiasm hit them both mid kiss and Amy pulled away with the biggest smile. “You seem really excited today,” she said breathlessly. “What’s up?”

    He couldn’t resist pulling her into his lap as they laid underneath the blanket and he had his arms around her when he answered. Amy seemed far more than pleased as well, happy and dishing out gentle kisses on his neck and jawline. Sheldon definitely felt stimulated a few minutes later when things had escalated from there but soon enough Amy pulled away. Turned out she wanted to hear all about their discovery, so Sheldon decided he would leave the next day and save this day for just the two of them to talk.

    Their discussion revealed to be full of inquiries to Sheldon’s delight, since this was how he knew she cared. One of her questions in particular made him think, however, and it was one of those missed details that’s actually very important in a plan like this. What would he do on his adventure?

    At the beginning of their research Sheldon thought maybe the best use for it would be to find Amy sooner. He could tell his past self all about his future and persuade him with whatever it took to be with Amy sooner so maybe at this point they’d be farther along together. He thought the idea was nice enough but didn’t tell her even though she asked. She didn’t force him to speak his mind so the question vanished, but Sheldon’s optimism never faltered.

    Back and forth they went between conversations and breakfast was had all before ten, so together they watched a movie and cuddled the day away. By the end Sheldon almost hated to go, but lifted his spirits with reoccurring thoughts of his upcoming trip to several years back. Lucky for him the time came soon enough.

    When he prepared to go he crossed his fingers and did his thing, and when it worked found out he was completely speechless. Here he stood in the city of Pasadena looking at the way everything used to look all those years ago. He had somehow gotten to his apartment building at the same time Amy was entering it, her familiar outfit causing him to remember exactly which night it was. He only caught a glimpse, however, since he had to stay hidden in the bushes.

    Sneaky trailing ensued then and Sheldon watched his past self making memories with Amy Farrah Fowler like how they used to. He had no trouble seeing the enjoyment in the room but couldn’t disregard some of his comments to her; because he now realized how much of a dick he used to be to her and that she deserved better. That’s why he was here, he was simply implementing change.

    It took almost too long for past Sheldon to be alone to talk to. When that window opened up Sheldon came out from hiding and his past self stared back at him. All the sudden he started grinning and exclaiming he knew he’d do it one day, figure out time travel. Sheldon didn’t have time to celebrate again so just nodded and cleared his throat, saying he didn’t have time. He needed his past self to do something urgently.

    “In the future Leonard and I do figure out time travel,” he paused to lick his lips. “but I came here because you need to get your life together with Amy.” he might as well have been pointing an accusing finger at the other.  

“I do not love Amy, she’s just a girl who is my friend.” Past Sheldon said, sounding like a broken record.

    Though irritated Sheldon smiled fondly and shook his head. “You are but you just don’t realize it. Amy is such an important part of your life, and you don’t treat her very well.”

    “I try to,” past Sheldon said innocently, and the other took in a breath.

    “You’ll see a fortune teller lady in the future that will tell you to give everything you have to her, if you haven’t already by that time .” Sheldon explained, frowning when his past self scoffed and said, not surprisingly, how absurd that idea was.

    “You’re smart though you have to figure this out,” Sheldon gently reminded. “You almost lose her in the future, and I know how happy it would make her if you just tried to do things for her. Treat her well because she deserves everything in the world.”

    Past Sheldon sat in his spot in silence before throwing a hand in the air and saying he’ll probably get it in time. The last time they ever spoke Sheldon smiled and replied he hoped so, and then he was gone.

    Pasadena present day felt like it had before Sheldon left in the morning. Right away he rushed to Amy’s apartment and took the stairs in pairs, reaching her door in record time and knocking curiously. What he found: Amy had changed addresses.

    Slightly more concerned Sheldon called her and when she answered he cold tell she was chipper. She asked how his day was going and when he was going to be home, and that’s hen Sheldon paused. He hadn’t paid much attention to himself yet since returning from the future so he never saw the ring around his finger, but when he did he smiled, congratulating himself on a job well done.

The Main Issue With Olicity

Look, I’m someone who approaches Television Shows with an open mind, meaning I’m open to whatever the show has to offer, and, as a viewer, am open to following the show where it goes, and allowing it to change my mind on whatever it might be.  A favourite character could become a least favourite, a favourite couple could become a least favourite couple.  It’s all in the writing, and the choices these writers make.  Without starting ship wars here, I just thought it would be important to sit down for a second, and just flesh out the main reason I can’t get on board with Oliver and Felicity as a couple. 

There is no on-screen development from point A to B to C.  

At the end of the second season, Oliver created a ruse to fool Slade into thinking he kidnapped the wrong woman by telling Felicity that she is the one he truly loves, and allowing her to be kidnapped with the cure so they could stop Slade.  It went hand in hand with the idea behind the episode, “In order to stop the unthinkable you have to do the unthinkable.”  It was shocking because there had been zero implications on the show to back up Oliver’s claim that he did, over every other woman, love Felicity the most.  They were shown as partners, as friends, and any romantic attraction was shown to be very one-sided.  Aside from that, Oliver was shown to be more interested in Laurel and Sara, the former relationship having only just ended a week and two or three days prior to this declaration of love.  So it was an interesting twist, and a shocking moment for the writers to prey on because of how the chances of it being true seemed improbable.  Watching that scene, I felt like there was a box, and I was on the outside of it.  That’s how out of the blue that declaration felt, but instead of going, “no, wait a minute – maybe there are true feelings here, and maybe this whole situation has allowed Oliver to tap into feelings he may not have necessarily known he had up until now,” they inevitably jump ahead five months later to where he suddenly does love Felicity, and wants to date her, and makes comments about how he only knows two things in his life, and one of them is that he loves her.  It’s just convoluted and forced.  His love, which felt out of the blue in one episode, was said not shown to be true in the next episode.  So a huge development for any two characters falling in love on a show has already been immediately taken out of the picture, and the show has forced its viewers – all the viewers, not just those who have adored the idea of these two since day one – to process this information as fact, even though there’s forty something episodes under it’s belt showing us the complete opposite and not backing up this direction for Oliver. 

Now, you would think if the show was resetting itself in a way to position these two characters as the ones to root for, you would think that maybe if you were on the outs of it, you could forgive them if they developed them at a steady pace from here on out, but they just don’t.  Oliver continues to throw the word love around when talking about and to Felicity, they sleep together without having even dated and explored a life outside of being friends and partners, and then drive off in the sunset together to where we find out, five months on, they’re on the cusp of becoming engaged.  I mean, if anyone sat down and really studied it, they should be able to understand why there are a large group of people who can’t get on board with this relationship.  It’s not just about chemistry, and it’s not just about popularity, and it shouldn’t be about either of those things initially.  It should be about story, and it should be about characters, and things should organically happen.  You shouldn’t have to throw a time jump in, and pluck your character from point C and then take them to point H, and just go: “well, the audience will just have to accept it.”  That’s rubbish.  We should see the development, and now, it’s gotten to the point where it’s impossible to jump on board and enjoy these two as a couple because there’s no defining episode to go back to and see this growth, or this shift, and there’s no journey to re-watch.  It’s a shift.  It’s a break in the story that has taken a completely different turn.  It’s like they’ve been plucked from one point and dropped in another.  

In conclusion, we are looking at an underdeveloped, forced relationship here that has suffered from a lack of “show don’t tell.”  I mean, the earliest arguments for Olicity were: “I can’t believe he’s chasing this woman and going after that woman when he has Felicity right there.”  It’s exactly what I’ve been saying here, though.  It was one-sided, and then it wasn’t, but instead of going on this journey where Oliver discovers his feelings for Felicity, we’ve just been thrown five months forward where he can definitely, with all the confidence in the world because it’s the only other thing he knows, say that he loves Felicity Smoak.  This is why fans throw out the word “fan-service” and this is why the relationship cops some flak, especially last season.  It wasn’t earned.  A ring is being dangled in front of this couple, and I genuinely don’t know if I’m meant to think Oliver will spend the rest of his life with this woman, or if they’re dramatising things for a breakup.  I mean, there hasn’t been development to warrant marriage, and the idea that Oliver and Felicity should be together for the rest of their lives.  There hasn’t been enough development for me to even believe they should be together now.  But the thing is, the idea of them getting married doesn’t surprise me because every other important development of their relationship has been so forced, and off-screen, that it would be more surprising if the wedding actually happened on-screen.