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anonymous asked:

prompt: you meet an angel in a laundromat

the angel sits on top
of one of the washers, kicking
their not-feet in time
to the laundromat muzak,
humming along with
their guttural half-here
half-off in a distant
otherworld voice.

you’ve been watching
the angel for some time,
as they put their bloodied
robes & ragged sandals
on a spin cycle for delicates,
as they poured in soap
& counted out quarters,
but it’s only as you fold
your now dry duvet
that you realize their wings
are covered in a thousand
red eyes. you look at what
should be their face
& find the swirling
of the stars instead.

‘good morning,’ you say
as you pass them on your way
out. the angel grabs your arm.
their touch burns like ice
& makes you ache. ‘your son,’
the angel whispers, ‘tells me
that he is so so proud
of how you got sober. i placed
one hundred forty four
red roses in a vase
by your door. i will be back
next sunday should you need
to talk to someone.’

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Filthy Frank TV Lore Masterpost

I just wanted to take some time out (actually i’m bored) to fully explain the whole ~Filthy Frank~ lore, or at least, the “main” characters and how they weave in and out of the show.

Because, let’s be real, George didn’t even know what the hell was going on for the first two years and the Wikia is a mess.

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How many of you use the makeup sponges/applicator on the left?
I did.

Every. Day.

I’d use at least one every day I put makeup on. I started to think about how many of these things I’ve thrown away over the years. How many were thrown away by people all over the world. It seemed so wasteful.

I started looking and found these silicone applicators on the right. You get three on Amazon for $9.99.

Not only can you wash these and use them over and over it also take a FRACTION of the amount of makeup because nothing soaks in. I would guess I use only a quarter of what I use to use.

I’m really happy with this product and I feel better that I’m wasting so much less in sponges and in makeup. If you use makeup I encourage you to check these out.
3/$9.99 …. You can’t go wrong.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06W5FFGBS/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_Ug.5ybD28A8MS

Today on International Women’s Day let’s not forget that 1 in 3 Mexican women will be a victim of sexual violence and that on average there is 7 reported femicides every day, stress on reported because many crimes against women do not go reported. And from the crimes that are reported roughly only one quarter of them are investigated and less than 2% lead to sentencing.

Seven minutes ago, Tarquin had asked Nesta to dance. They were on the pleasure barge, drifting just off the coast. It was nighttime, and other than the moon and stars, the only lights were that of the many strings of bobbing faelight illuminating the rails and masts of the ship.

Three minutes ago, Tarquin had told her about a peculiar request letter he’d received last month. One minute ago, a scent that was masculine and earthy and utterly intoxicating hit Nesta so strong she nearly panicked.

Thirty seconds later, Cassian had appeared and asked Nesta to dance.

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anonymous asked:

What if Genji, Tracer, and DVa's s/o died in the battlefield and they saw it happen? Like, what would they do?

A/N: Damn, this is some angsty stuff! Fun to write in a morbid sort of way, always enjoy figuring out how characters would react in different situations. Cheers!

Genji:

  • Genji’s mortified, he’s over to your side in an instant. He wants to believe he can save you, that there’s something he can do. You can get a second chance, like he did, you can live through this. He’s pleading with anything that was listening to save you, but to no avail. Genji holds onto your body long after you’ve passed on, his metallic howls echoing through the battlefield. Mercy will retrieve your corpse, taking it somewhere safe, but Genji refuses to return to base. He’ll cut a path through every enemy he stumbles upon, fueled by the blind rage he’s been thrown into. Eventually, his armor will be coated in their blood, his green visor faintly glowing from beneath the crimson paint. He’ll return to give you a proper burial, putting on an emotionless facade while your casket is lowered into the ground. Zenyatta’s the only one he’ll truly open up to about his sorrow, and his personality will begin to shift towards Hanzo’s. Genji will be more distant, he’ll quietly leave Overwatch with Zenyatta and resume their travels across the world. He’d lost himself before, sure, but he’d never lost someone that close to him before. Genji will visit your grave every month, leaving a bouquet of cherry blossoms before the tombstone. He’s been broken again, but this time he isn’t sure how he’ll be put back together. Even Zenyatta feels like something in him as shifted, and he’ll do everything he can to help Genji come to terms with what happened.

Tracer:

  • Tracer’s fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. She watches you go down, time seeming to slow down as she watches you hit the ground. She drops everything to be at your side, grabbing onto you and rewinding, desperately hoping that she can bring you back. She keeps rewinding, over, and over, and over, and over, each time more tears rolling down her cheeks, pleading with you not to leave her like this. Eventually, she just stops, she holds onto your body and just sobs into your chest. No one knows what to say, but eventually she gives your corpse over to Mercy to be prepared for the burial. She’s strangely quiet before the funeral, confining herself to her quarters, only rarely interacting with Winston. Tracer’s an utter mess at the funeral, it’s impossible to tell what streaks on her face are from tears and what’s from the rain. Winston has his arms wrapped around her, her sobbing muffled by his fur, even Soldier 76 appears visibly uncomfortable watching her be this distraught. She’ll still stay with Overwatch, it’s her family, but something about her changes a little. The chipper attitude returns, but occasionally a crack will appear. She spends a lot of time talking with Mercy and Winston about what happened, how she couldn’t save you. She’ll visit the grave every single day; mourning, just chatting to the grave, reminiscing over the memories you had together. No one should have to go through what she did, and she promises she’ll never let it happen to anyone else.

D.va:

  • D.va doesn’t notice immediately, thinking you just took a bad hit and need a medic. She’ll make her way over to you once the battle is over, expecting to cheerfully reminisce over the battle with you. Mercy’s distant stare instantly tells her that something is wrong, and she’s out of her meka before she even sees you. Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches your still body, hoping for you to come back to live, somehow. D.va’s known loss from the Omnic Crisis, but it never felt as personal as this. She’ll sob as Mercy comforts her, making sure she doesn’t see the medics take your body away, she’s still so young. The funeral is soon after, it’s a quiet affair, D.va just stares at your coffin wordlessly, attempting to put on a brave face in public. The rest of the Overwatch team is with her constantly, she’ll spend a lot of time with Lucio and Tracer, each of them trying to cheer her up. She’ll take a break from streaming for a very long time, she needs some time to herself, and certainly won’t be as extroverted as she once was. D.va will visit your grave frequently, trying to stop by at least once a week. She feels guilty about what happened, wondering if there’s something she could’ve done to save her player two.
Determined to Fall In Love

This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But today was different.

 'Fall in love!’ - The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.

 Although my morning rituals were unchanged, (making tea, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed. 

My shower for example:  today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music. 

My day continued as such, with each previously mundane situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black tea, noticing the perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat, warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence of the leaves. I fell in love with my tea.

 That afternoon I took my daily walk on the Santa Fe Trail – one of my favorite places. Every day the trail changes, (the insects, the vegetation, the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I can connect. 

Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green grass it stopped moving completely. 

I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost in thought. Where will it go from here?  When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon. Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose?  With complete trust, this creature will seal itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts this little creature provoked.

 I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or not. I fell in love with it. 

More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out, the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart, the feeling of gratitude. 

I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.

 Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be acknowledged. 

By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually prohibited myself from flying. 

As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed the day as I drifted off to sleep.

#lovelivelearn #pureintentions #monkeyvelvet

Cold

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: The electric goes out in the hotel, Seth’s your roommate for the night and you need some warmth.

Warnings: Swearing.

Tagging: @dontfretimashieldette @starstar1012 @whatdoyourelfhi-c@calwitch

Word Count: 800+


You walked into your hotel room that you would be sharing with none other than Seth Rollins. You held the door open with your boot, letting Seth wheel his bag in.

“At least it’s two beds this time! Remember how we had to share a full sized bed that one time.” Seth laughed. You smiled, letting the door swing shut.

“Yeah, I remember that. You hogged not only three-quarters of the bed but the whole comforter!” Seth rolled his eyes. “I said I was sorry.”

You laughed as you slid your backpack from your shoulders. “Yeah well, I can still feel the cold on my feet.” Seth groaned as he flopped down on the bed.

“You could’ve put socks on!” Seth yelled. “I was afraid to get out of bed! You would’ve taken the whole thing!” “No, I wouldn’t!”

You began looking through your suitcase when all of a sudden the lights in the room flickered and then shut off. “What the fuck?” Seth grumbled, sitting up.

“You okay?” You looked over to the general direction of Seth. “No. I fell and got hurt. Help me.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm. “Really?” You laughed. “No!”

“Well excuse me for worrying!” The lights flickered but didn’t turn back on. You turned on the flashlight through your phone. “You think they’ll get it back on? I would really like to shower for longer than ten minutes in a stadium.”

Seth sighed. “Fuck if I know.” You grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt before zipping your suitcase up. “I just hope they can get it up soon. It’s freezing out. Below 20.”

Seth kicked his sneakers off and moved further up the bed, unlocking his phone. The glow of the light illuminating his face. You pulled your dirty shirt over your head and unzipped your jeans.

You could feel Seth’s flickering gaze. One moment his was watching, the next he wasn’t. You shoved your dirty clothes into a different bag.

You unfolded your sweatpants as knocking at the door pull Seth from his gaze on your body. Seth rolled from the bed. “I’ll get it.”
You pulled your shirt over your head as you watched him. Opening the door about half way, Seth talked in a rather hushed, annoyed tone.

Seth tossed down a pile of blankets on the bed. “They don’t know when they’ll get it back up. But they gave us more blankets to stay warm.”
“Aww! I really wanted to take a long shower!” Seth laid back on the bed. “You can still take a shower. You just won’t have a light.” You looked over at him. “Uh! No thank you! I don’t shower in the dark! I see those movies!”

Seth rolled his eyes put otherwise did or said nothing.


A Few Hours Later….

You had two blankets wrapped around your body and you still shivered. Seth had his blankets around him as he scrolled down his phone.

“Seth?” You whispered. Nothing. “Seth!” You whispered louder. Nothing again. “Settthhhh!” Absolutely nothing. “SETH!” He jumped. “What? Are you okay!?”

“No! The heater is out and I’m freezing! Come lay in my bed under my blankets!” Seth laid there for a moment, just looking at you. Shrugging he rolled from the bed and pulled his blankets with him.

Seth drapped his blankets over the top and you lifted them enough so he could climb in.

Once Seth was comfortable, you shimmied closer, cuddling him. Seth wrapped an arm around you, letting you get closer to his warm body.

“You know, I read online that cuddling helps you sleep better…” Seth looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “And?” You shrugged, burying your face into his side. “Just thought you should know you can always cuddle with me when you can’t sleep…You’re really good at it.”

Seth smiled as he stroked your back. “You are too.” You smiled, pressing your face further into his side.

The light flickered and turned back on. Then a loud humming noise happened, the heat was kicking on. Seth looked up and then down at you. You were looking at him.

“You know…I haven’t been sleeping all that well…” Seth said, setting his phone down on the nightstand. You smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah…Can I take you up on that offer of cuddling with you?” You nodded your head. “Of course…I said you could.”

Seth reached over and flicked the light switch off by the bed before snuggling further down into the bed. His lips brushed against the top of your head.

You couldn’t tell if he did that on purpose, but you liked it. “Night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Seth.”


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ALRIGHT FUCK IT I’M POSTING THIS

so, because hs ruined my sense of right and wrong, i decided i was going to write some blackrom prinxiety. for the unitiated, blackrom is essentially when you love to hate someone and also kinda want to make out with them. so, there is going to be harsh language, a bit of violence, that kinda stuff. if any of that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this. 

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Mr Mysterious || Jimin

Request:

Summary: You’ve heard your fair share of rumours about Park Jimin. And while being roommates was not an ideal circumstance, maybe it would clear the air between what you knew and did not know.

Word Count: 2,040

A/N: Returning to your scheduled updates - I’ll try and throw out a couple of To Do List scenarios today just to speed things along. And of course the first update is a combination of Roommate!AU and Mafia!AU - because what else do I actually write on this blog? dont mind the slightly rushed ending plz kthnx


“Are you sure you haven’t noticed anything suspicious about him? Because don’t be afraid to tell me if you have; what is said between the two of us is completely confidential.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes and instead opted to smile kindly at the older RA. “Nothing besides the fact he doesn’t wash his plates.” You answered, attempting to diffuse the tension with your humour.

Bora huffed and folded her arms. “Well if you do-”

“I’ll be sure to tell you if Jimin does something out of the ordinary, don’t worry.”

She pulled her lips into a tight line and sighed. “You’re a good kid [Y/N]… Enjoy your day.”

With a wave, you shut your dorm room door behind you and sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked to the figure passed out on the couch.

“You owe me, Park Jimin…” You grumbled, more so to yourself than to him, before you stalked away to your respective bedroom to get ready for your lecture.

You weren’t too sure with what your roommate did with his spare time. You admit you were concerned, a bit too invested if you were completely honest, and that alone somehow compelled you to keep lying to your dorm’s RA.

Bora meant well, you knew that, but for some reason you didn’t want to rat Jimin out.

If you did, he would never forgive you.

And despite the lying and the secrecy, you were perfectly fine with the dynamic you had going with him.

Your friends? Not so much.

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So I’m having a pretty chill birthday (because the last two days have been EXHAUSTING) and i want to say thank you again for all the sweet birthday wishes! my 27th year wouldn’t have been half of what it was without this fandom, so it seems like a good time to share something orange and gay :) 

anyway, this is again part of a 5 things orange fic i’ve been writing for over a month that has been put on hold due to finale agonies. i’ve also posted one of these five things HERE (which is actually 3 of 5). this is the first one, and it makes sense to post today, because silver also (theoretically) has a birthday and flint tries to make it nice. emphasis on tries.


The mid-morning heat is thick and relentless, and Flint’s standing on a ladder in his grove, feeling the sweat drip down his spine, thinking about how there’s really no relief from this weather, not even in September, when suddenly he remembers Silver telling him he was born in the summertime.

He freezes, arm outstretched towards an orange. He remembers Silver telling him he didn’t know when the exact day was, but he just chose a new summer day each year to mark the occasion.

The autumnal equinox is next week. Summer is over. And Flint hadn’t done anything. Silver hadn’t said anything. Perhaps it was payback for Flint failing to mention his own birthday. Perhaps he’d simply forgotten, too.

Still. Flint should have remembered.

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Words for a Weekend - Quantico Chapter 8

Dear everyone who asked - this has been a really loong time coming and I’m sorry for that! I debated for an age whether to do one long ending post or to subdivide into the end of Saturday and Sunday as the finale. In the end it divides best here. I have Sunday mostly written and am very excited and hopeful you will enjoy the ending and will try to get it up by the end of the week. This is a shorter chapter. But I like how it came out… I hope you will too.

Monday Night is Laundry Night || Tuesday Night is Taco Night || Washout Wednesday || Three Acts on a Thursday || First Thing Friday || Friday Night by Headlight || Sunrise Saturday || Words for a Weekend || So Long Sunday


Saturday Afternoon

Scully wakes, confused but comfortable, in a room with white curtains, afternoon sun and a sea-scented breeze. She can hear the nearby ocean roaring, and while her current prone position hides it from her gaze, she’s not complaining about the view.

Through an open french window she can see Mulder, bare to the waist, with his skinny ankles poking out from plaid flannel pants that look childhood soft and are at least four inches too short. He’s looking seawards, his shoulders sloping and relaxed and the sun is catching gold flecks in his hair that glimmer like his eyes did when he pulled her and the blanket close at 6am and kissed her to sleep. Scully stretches extravagantly in the crisp sheets and, slipping on his shirt, pads over. She is pleased when he doesn’t hear her, too lost in his own private world to expect her arrival until she announces it by running her hands over the warm relief of his abdomen and stepping in to press her lips to his shoulder blade. Wordlessly he invites her into his happy place, spinning her in front of him to look out over the water, and she melts into the space between his body and his arms, fitting and filling a vacuum that could have been created to her exact measurements. For a few moments there is silence, stillness in the face of the endless, immense battle between land and sea ahead of them, and neither of them thinks about how easily their battle ended, how giving into one another feels somehow like a victory rather than a concession.

Even on the edge of paradise though, reality has a habit of creeping in, and as Mulder’s fingers hover possessively in the grooves of her ribs, Scully can’t help but wonder what this means beyond the present. Downstairs in a still unopened bag, the weighty tomes of her future lie unread, the unpaid balance of the last gamble she took. Her training at the FBI is barely underway and yet here she is, leveraging a precious free weekend against another unknown, investing in another instinctive choice.

She’s not aware of her shoulders stiffening, or the way she is chewing her lip until Mulder softly says.

‘Don’t.’

Scully turns in towards him, her eyebrow already forming the question she hasn’t yet worked out how to verbalise and he doesn’t hesitate to caress her cheek, to reconnect them while he begs her,

‘Don’t think yet. Not today. You’re a brilliant scientist and I’m a conspiracy obsessed psychologist. We can both reason our way out of anything… but I don’t want to. Not yet. Be unreasonable with me. Just until tomorrow.’

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cosleia  asked:

Kylo, as Ben, grew up with Leia brushing and braiding his hair. Hux grew up brushing and braiding Maratelle's hair. Neither of them considers this childhood memory to be particularly GOOD, but one day, Hux finds himself brushing and braiding Kylo's hair, the old habit back in force--and Kylo finds that it isn't unpleasant at all.

(Ahhh, yes yes!)


Most of Hux’s inferiors probably think that he does not welcome touch, or seek it out. They probably imagine that he would flinch away, or show his claws–react in some way like a cat, all arched back and hair fluffed. Certainly he would not lean into that touch, or try and initiate some warmth of his own. Try to touch anyone else, unless it was a slap, or grabbing someone’s chin to hold someone’s gaze under his, to watch them wither.  

Certainly not. In public. 

But the rules are different behind closed doors. Aren’t they always? Isn’t everyone someone else, undressed? Hux out of uniform is someone entirely new, as if his persona is indelibly etched into the meticulous layers of black and red, and when the clothes come off, something loosens. His snarls become witticisms, his scowls become playful frowns. It should be a contradiction in terms. It isn’t. Hux is not exactly forward in his affections–does not go running into Ren’s arms, struggles when Ren tries to pick him up with only a quarter of his strength. But he likes touching Ren. Likes doting on him, if it could be believed.

Not, Ren believed, that Hux would phrase it that way. But what else would you call this? Running his hands through his hair, cleaning his face with a warm cloth to wipe away a spot of blood or dirt. Running his nails along Ren’s arm.

“So many tangles,” Hux says, half-insulting, half-endeared.

“Not normally, I don’t have them,” Ren answers. It’s true. His hair is usually clean and brushed, just crushed and hot under the helmet. He closes his eyes at the feeling of Hux combing his fingers through his hair, then opens them again when he feels something else. Hairbrush.

“C’mon,” Hux says softly. “I’ll brush it out.”

The way his mother did when he was a kid. The same sort of strength and certainty, the way he works from one side over to the other. It has been years since someone else brushed his hair for him. So long that he almost reaches up to touch the little braid that has been gone for a very long time. 

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Ren murmurs. 

Hux snorts. “My stepmother used to make me do this.”

“And you got good.”

“I don’t believe in a job half-done,” Hux answers. 

“Don’t stop, now.”

No, Hux does not believe in a job half-done, and he is thorough about pulling away all the tangles. Ren is practically sighing, leaning back against him. 

“Do you have anything to tie it back?”

“Hm? Sure.” He tears himself away from the hypnotic feeling of the brush for a minute, just long enough to retrieve it, and then settles back down, practically in Hux’s lap. “Keep going?”

It is a question, not a demand. Hux, wordless, keeps going. Brushes some more, until the brush glides through his hair effortlessly, softly. Then he begins working at his hair, twisting it around. Ren closes his eyes and when Hux draws away, he reaches back to feel Hux’s handiwork.

“Just loose braiding,” Hux says, almost sheepish. Like he doesn’t want Ren to think the braids are meant to evoke anything else, from before. “Just got back in the habit, you know.”

Loose and messy, meandering. Ren’s hair’s not quite long enough to make a real braid with it, but a braid is in there somewhere. Certainly it doesn’t remind him of that time before. Something entirely new.

“You’re full of surprises,” Ren murmurs,feeling luxuriously cared for.

“Am I?” Hux asks, though he sounds like he already knows, and he enjoys it. 

anonymous asked:

Hiii could I get prompt no. #7 from the parenting prompts? With kylo ren where he is kind of an ass to his wife and kid at the start and then is good at the end, whatever you'd like to write, thanks xx

22 w/ Kylo

I figured these two requests would go well together, so I hope you both enjoy it! It got a little long haha, but hopefully it’s good!

Kylo Ren +  “Keep that crying thing away from me!” +  “You’re paying a small price compared with what she’s going through.”


Kylo’s nostrils flared under his mask as he strode through the halls of the base, his fists clenched at his sides. The day had produced nothing but unsuccessful attempts to collect intel and more incompetent workers than he could bare to deal with. He knew his anger was at a teetering point. 

The closer he got to his quarters the more he tried to roll the tension out of his shoulders. All he wanted to do was collapse and forget that the day had been as useless as it was. Soon approaching the blast doors he entered in the code and let the doors hiss open before entering. The moment he entered however, he almost regretted it.

His ears were pierced with the sound of wails, practically sounding as though they were screaming bloody murder. His shoulders tensed once again as the wails from the infant continued. Looking further into the quarters he saw you with your son in your arms, desperately whispering to him as you bounced him in your arms.

“Shhh, sshhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok.”

Suddenly noticing Kylo’s presence you sighed with faint relief, approaching him as you shifted the infant in your arms.

“Thank stars you’re back.”

Kylo tensed even more as you approached, his chance at relaxation after the day he had seemingly becoming more and more impossible with every step closer.

“Can you please help me with him?”

Just as you moved to pull the screaming baby from you Kylo took a step back. The movement caused you to pause.

“I’d rather not.”

Your brows furrowed, “What?”

His jaw tensed as the wails practically stabbed through his forehead, a migraine already forming, “I would rather not.”

A pang hit your chest as you held your son, put off by the sudden rejection on Kylo’s behalf. He had been hesitant with the infant before, but not so bitterly.

“Kylo please-”

Just as you went to extend your son towards him he burst, “Keep that crying thing away from me!”

You flinched, instinctively bringing your son close to you again as his wails only grew stronger. To hear such venom behind Kylo’s tone, directed towards you, you couldn’t help it. Tears began to prick behind your lashes as you turned away from him and walked further back into your quarters. Just as you made it to the bedroom you heard the blast doors open again, knowing well that Kylo was leaving. Seating yourself on the bed, you fell apart with tears streaming down your face. 

Meanwhile Kylo’s nostrils flared again as he made his way to the viewport. At the very least he knew it would be scarcely populated at this hour. Maybe there he could find a moment of peace. Reaching it he released a deep breath, the sound coming out strangely from the modulator. Leaning against one of the railings he wrapped his gloved hands around the metal, attempting to focus on the vast open space before him.

“So you do lurk more in the evening.”

Kylo’s jaw tensed again, feeling as though this day was just all together against him, as he turned to his side. Standing their with not a single regard towards him was Hux with a datapad in hand.

“Can’t I spend even a second of my day without your presence?”

“If you flew out into oblivion, I suppose.”

Kylo sighed as he tried to focus on the view before him. He would likely end up in the training room, exhausting himself beyond movement at this rate.

“Why are you out here at this hour?”

“I need to relax. A screaming infant doesn’t bode well for that.”

Hux paused, raising a brow, “You left your quarters because your infant is crying?”

Kylo didn’t respond, already knowing Hux would make some sort of snide remark.

“So your infant being an infant has inconvienced you.”

There it was. Kylo grit his teeth, “I just need a moment.”

“And what of (Y/N)? Do you not think she needs a moment?”

“She’s not Commander of the First Order.”

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St John’s

Request: Can you do an imagine where Kai and Enzo are best friends you’re enzo’s sister and you and kai are in a secret relationship after enzo specifically told kai to stay away because he’s a womanizer and then enzo finds out etc.

Imagine~ Being Enzo’s sister and you’re dating Kai but he doesn’t know. 

“Hey Y/N, Kai’s coming over in a bit so get ready.” Enzo said, entering your room. 

It was around one in the afternoon and all you’d been lounging around in your pjs since you’d woken up. You quickly shot up, realizing what a mess you looked like. 

It didn’t take you long to get ready considering it usually takes forever. You skipped down the stairs in a reasonably good mood, thinking about the fact you’d been seeing Kai. 

Kai was your boyfriend but neither of you ever told Enzo especially since he told Kai to stay away from you because he didn’t think Kai would treat you right. 

You didn’t like going behind Enzo’s back since you were so close with him but you knew he wouldn’t allow you to see Kai so you didn’t think it was worth losing him. 

Three large knocks echoed through the house and Enzo stood up to answer it as you grabbed an apple of the counter. 

Enzo entered the kitchen shortly after, Kai following behind him smiling at you. You stood up to hug Kai, only acting friendly around your brother. 

You, Enzo and Kai spent most of your time with each other, you and Kai hit it off as soon as you met but Enzo didn’t trust him at all with you and in all honestly you didn’t blame him with Kai’s track record. 

“So, what’s planned for today?” you smiled, taking another bite from your apple as the two boys raided the fridge. 

“I was thinking Chinese and a movie?” Kai suggested, pulling a soda out from the fridge. You nodded in approval awaiting Enzo’s response. 

“Sounds good to me.” Enzo nodded, turning to face the both of you. 

It was only around quarter to two so you would actually start your plans so until then you’d probably just spend the day talking and messing around. 

~Later on~

 You’d spent most of the afternoon talking and now it was around six in the evening and you were all starting to get hungry so you thought it was best to get food in. 

“Who’s picking up the food then?” you sighed, really not wanting to leave your seat in between the two of them. 

“Not it.” Enzo said quickly making you groan. You turned to Kai with pleading eyes hoping he won’t make you go or at least not alone. 

“Because I’m nice, I’ll go with you. But I’m not going alone because every time I do you two complain I got the wrong order.” he said, eyeing you and your brother up. 

You and your brother smiled at each other knowing how true it was. “Thank you Kai.” you said graciously, looking over to Kai. 

The two of you heaved yourself off the couch, leaving a grinning Enzo on the couch. 

As you walked towards the front door, Kai shot you a smirk. A smirk you were hoping Enzo didn’t see considering he was watching the two of you leave. 

When you got out of the front door, Kai swung his arm around you; pulling you into his torso. 

Neither of you dared say anything romantic, knowing Enzo was almost definitely listening in. So you opted for a slightly less romantic conversation. 

“Did you know they’re turning Baywatch into a movie?” you said to Kai who was looking down at you in adoration. 

Kai’s car was parked right down the end of the driveway so you thought it was a good idea to start a conversation so it wasn’t suspicious. 

“Are they? We should go see it, with Enzo of course.” Kai said, only ending his sentence with that when you shot him a look. 

“Sounds good.” you grinned, standing just outside Kai’s car. 

As soon as you set foot in Kai’s car he started up the engine, blocking out Enzo’s vamp hearing abilities. 

Kai pressed his lips against yours softly, sending warm rays through your body. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.” Kai breathed, grinning to you with his infamous grin. 

“We can’t hide it from Enzo forever.” you sighed sadly, knowing how angry Enzo would be that he was left out of the loop. 

“We can try.” Kai laughed, trying to lighten the mood. He knew how upset you were about hiding it from your brother but he was always completely supportive if you wanted to tell him. 

“Yeah, yeah.” you sighed, stepping into his car. 

The ride there and back was mostly giggles and the food you got smelled amazing. 

It didn’t take long for you to return to the house but it felt longer. You stepped out of the car, grabbing the bags of food. 

Both you and Kai approached the porch standing in front of the door for a moment. 

Kai turned to you in an attempt to steal one more kiss before returning to just friends in front of your brother and his best friend. 

You gently pressed your lips against his, smiling into the kiss. 

“Ahem.” you heard a cough from the doorway making you pull away in shock. 

There Enzo was, standing in the door way watching the two of the closest people to him kiss. “E-Enzo, it’s not what it looks like.” you stammered, desperately trying to save the situation. 

“It’s fine.” he sighed, walking back into the house. You looked over at Kai sadly, looking for any kind of way to salvage the situation but you only found him to be just as speechless at you were. 

You slugged into the house, placing the food on the kitchen counter before turning back to Kai to see what he had to say. 

“Let me speak to him. Man on man, maybe I can convince him.” Kai sighed, looking over at you. 

“No, I should. I’m his little sister and we went through some rough times together. Also he might punch you in the face, he won’t punch me.” you giggled, giving Kai a nervous look which he returned. 

You took a large breath before leaving Kai alone in the kitchen to speak with your brother. 

As you entered the front room you saw Enzo sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Enzo?” you called, catching his attention. “I’m sorry you saw what you did and we were going to tell you, we just didn’t know how.” 

He sighed, looking over at you with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “It’s fine.” 

You knew Enzo well enough to know that when he said he was fine he really wasn’t so you were hoping an explanation might help. 

“I know you don’t like me and Kai together but I promise I would never do anything to jeopardize your friendship.” you started, hoping for some form of response. 

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. He’s not a good person to be with, especially in a relationship.” he sighed, even though it was his best friend he knew Kai wasn’t good for you but he never judged him considering he’d done worse. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise. I don’t want anything to change between all of us, especially between the two of you.” you sighed slowly getting through to your brother. 

“You know what, can we just forget I ever found out. Because I’m hungry and I can’t be bothered for anymore explanations.” he said standing up, making you breathe a sigh of relief. 

Kai entered the room as Enzo left, using his eyes to ask you what happened. You gave him a smile and you could see the weight lifted from his shoulder. 

He strode over to you, pecking his lips against yours before jumping over the couch, sitting next you. 

Enzo entered not long after holding plates and all the food placing it all on the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting in between the two of you. 

He turned to you giving you a grin, knowing he’d separated you and your lover but you pretended not to care. You stood up, grabbing the TV controller. You pressed the Netflix button, putting on any old film. 

“I still can’t believe you two are a thing.” Enzo sighed, watching the film. 

“And I can’t believe you still slept with a teddy until you were 17 but I don’t say anything.” you smirked making Kai snort as Enzo shot him a devil look. 

“Shut up.” 

Who You've Become

Summary: How Charles got his plants in Logan.


“Logan, he needs a hobby. He may be senile but—“

“Don’t you ever call him that. That’s the Professor you’re talking about. He has one of the strongest minds in the world.”

“That might have been, once. But now? You can’t possibly believe that he’s anything but half mad anymore. Even when he takes his pills, he’s half mad and only a quarter coherent. Maybe you don’t notice, but I can’t help but to. I spend most of the day with him, Logan.”

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