seeking his comfort

Parents In Training

Spencer and the reader are expecting a baby boy, but Spencer admits to having cold feet. Worried about his future as a father, he confides his deepest fears and seeks comfort from his expectant girlfriend.

Spencer’s eyes flicker over to your beaming face, smiling slightly, before wandering back to the baby catalog.
“Oh, Spence, this is so cute!” You squeak, your index finger landing on a blue and white striped onsie, decorated with anchors and lighthouses. Chuckling slightly, he places a kiss to your temple.
“I like this one too,” He smiles, pointing out the camping themed onsie, covered in little bears and campfires, “Here fold the corner of this page, I don’t want to forget these.”
You smile, folding down the corner and closing the catalog, looking up at him.
“Are you okay? You seem–off.” You state, eyeing him curiously.
“Mm? Oh, I-uh. Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He stumbles over his words, indicating not only that he’s nervous, but that he’s lying through his teeth. Spencer only stutters around you when he’s trying to cover something up, or when he’s nervous. You furrow your brows at him, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at him silently for about thirty seconds. Sighing defeatedly, he looks down at his lap.
“I’m just–I-I’m scared.” He admits, bashfully, causing you to drop your look, raising a tender hand to his cheek.
“Scared? Spencer, what are you scared of?” You inquire, gently forcing him to meet your gaze.
“Well I’ve never really been a Dad before,” He mumbles, his hands fidgeting nervously. Pondering how to respond, you bite your lip a bit, rubbing your thumb over his hand, “I mean, I-I’ve read up on parenting quite frequently, even more frequently since we got pregnant, b-but I mean it’s not like I’ve experienced it for myself. Yesterday I read up on healthy sleeping patterns. This morning while you were asleep I read, ‘Heading Home with your Newborn.’ by Laura A. Jana, and ‘What to Expect the First Year’ by Heidi Murkoff. And I’m just scared, I didn’t have a father figure, Y/N. The closest person I had to a father figure was, Gideon. I don’t know what a Dad is supposed to be like.”
Feeling your heart crumple, you wrap you arms tight around his waist, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

Still unsure of what to say, you sit back, holding his face in your hands, bringing his lips to yours. You can feel him huff slightly, tasting his salty tears on his lips, his kiss is tender and sweet. Pulling away, he stares at you silently,
“Maybe if he hadn’t walked out, and he had shown me what it was like to care for his own son, I wouldn’t have so much to worry about.” He cracks, his tear flow becoming much stronger.
“Spencer, Spence–Listen to me. You’ve already shown me that you’re going to be the single most greatest Daddy in the entire world. You read to our baby boy every single night, and leave recordings for us to listen to every single day while your at work. You pamper his mother like it’s your job, you’ve already filled his bedroom with toys, diapers, and clothes. I promise he’s going to love you just as much as his Mommy does. Because I do you know, with all my heart. Don’t forget how good you are with your Godsons either, because they love Uncle Spence.“
“I love you so much,” He whispers, pulling you closer, “Are you scared too?”
You giggle slightly,
“If he’s anything like you, I’m terrified.”
This earns a scoff from him,
“Gee, thanks!”
Laughter rumbles through your chest, and you shove him playfully,
“I mean he’s going to be a lady killer.”
“A lady killer? Are you sure I’m his dad?” He laughs, as you shove him playfully off of the couch, “Ow! What was that for? I was kidding!”
Snickering, you climb off of the couch, sitting on his stomach.
“I am scared, you know. But they say that the parental instinct kicks in as soon as your baby is in your arms. I hope I can be as good as a parent as my Mother and Father.” You add, thoughtfully.
“I just can’t wait to meet you, I’ll do my best to be the best Daddy there is, and take care of your Mommy and all your future siblings.” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose against your protruding belly button.
“How many do you want?” You inquire, running your fingers through his soft, brown locks.
“Seventy-six.” He laughs, as you roll your eyes playfully, leaning down to kiss him.
“I love you, you dork.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Calling it Hope

Summary: Abby misses Marcus after returning from Polis, so she seeks comfort in his room, his trinkets, his clothes. Of course, because she’s back in Arkadia, nothing is ever really private…and she learns some news that changes everything for her and the man she loves. 

(Translated, my Abby/Raven brotp feelings got away from me and I cried three times while writing this and it’ll probably have another chapter).


Everything looked like him, smelled like him, felt like him.

From the trinkets on his bedside table to the paintings on the wall, Abby could practically sense Marcus Kane in the room. She could see him sitting in the chair at his small metal table poring over maps of the surrounding area, laying in bed reading one of the numerous books from his amassed quantity on his bookshelf, gently hanging his guard jacket on the hook on the back of the door.

He was everywhere and nowhere, with her and in Polis.

Some logical part of her knew it was silly, girlish even, to come wandering into his room in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. What was she, a lovesick teenager? She’d only returned from Polis that morning, could still taste their goodbye kiss on her tongue. His “may we meet again” still echoed in her heart, her head, written into her pulse. A few hours was by no means enough to stir the deepest depths of absence-induced longing in her heart, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable: enough to drive her thoughts back along the path she’d travelled and up into their room in the tower.

What was he doing right now? Had Roan fought and won? Was the alliance still intact? And if it wasn’t, had he, Octavia, and Indra gotten out of the city safely?

Again, logic: there was little merit in giving weight to unfounded questions and doubts. But with Luna’s arrival – and illness – it had been a chaotic day, and Abby had quickly begun tiring of reining in her wayward brain. Her exhaustion pushed her doubts into a downward spiral, and a constant, nagging churning in her stomach hadn’t subsided since she heard the Polis gates close behind her. It had become increasingly difficult to force herself to remain sensible where Marcus Kane was concerned.

Such ruminations would be typical of the kids – of Monty and Harper, maybe, whom she’d just learned were in a relationship – but she was a grown woman, well past having learned how to cope with the absence of the man she loved. She constantly reminded herself that Marcus was fine, that this was by no means the first time they’d been separated, that they’d been parted during far more strenuous times in the past. All things considered, this separation should have given her less cause to worry than the others.

And yet, when she woke from a hellacious City of Light flashback of a nightmare, there was only one person she wanted to see. One man whose arms she wished were around her, one voice she wanted to hear soothing her as she briefly struggled to see through the hazy mirage of dreams. But her bed was empty, the sheets around her cold with his absence, her skin cool without the warmth of him beside her. As she took a seat in one of the cold metal chairs at his table and rested her elbows on the surface – then her head in her hands – she took deep breaths and tried to shove the tears searing at the corners of her eyes into submission.

It may have been late – later than almost anyone else in Arkadia would be awake – but she’d left the door open out of an informal self-reassurance. She couldn’t give into this now: not when they’d only been separated for less than a day. She just needed to be here, she told herself, for a few minutes. To feel him for long enough to calm her racing heartbeat, to absorb the remnants of his smile and laughter that remained in those stationary objects. Being here was like sitting in the sunlight; she felt safe, warm, hopeful.

When she was here, she was with Marcus.

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Why Stiles Stilinski needs to pass on, in other words, die.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely and utterly adore Stiles, he’s been my favorite since day one, but this post is more about why I believe his character needs to die.

(This is anti strdia, I like them as friends)

 1.  Sciles

 Even since the beginning, the most important relationship of this show is Sciles. The bromance in threaded throughout each season and always has been, the first line of this show was ‘Stiles, what the hell are you doing?’ And that pretty much sums up the show and their bromance.  

Originally posted by thealpha

 We’ve seen Scott deal with becoming a werewolf, yes Allison was his anchor, but the one who truly helped through the whole thing was Stiles. Where would Scott seriously be without him?

Originally posted by queenlydias

 We’ve seen Scott deal with losing Allison, but he knew her around a year of his life, so no wonder he seeked comfort in his pack, but I really don’t think that the pack, Melissa, Noah or the fans can ever comprehend how much he truly loves Stiles, he needs Stiles and always turns to him when he needs someone. Remember back in Season Five, when they fell out, Scott couldn’t think straight, he was lost. And now in Season Six, he woke up in the woods and he knows that this person is so close to him, someone he doesn’t even remember, that he can’t lose him and he can’t give up looking for him.

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 So if Stiles was to die, maybe we would see an entire new side to Scott, not the cute one we are used to, like Allison, who turned dark after the death of her Mother, maybe we could see the dark side of Scott McCall, maybe the only thing ever really keeping him calm and good was Stiles.

2.   A Broken Pack

 Stiles is like the glue of the pack, stated by Dylan O’Brien himself. He might only be human, he keeps them all together; Scott, Malia, Liam, Noah, Melissa – they’ve all turned to Stiles for emotional support.

What would happen without him? As I stated before, I do believe that Scott will become disconnected from the pack; he may become a lone wolf. So without Scott, everyone else will have no one to turn to. Stiles has always been someone to take on everyone’s problems and forget his own, even when he was fighting back a demon that was living in his head, he told Scott not to worry about him and he allowed Void take over, in order to save Malia.  They pack won’t be as close; they won’t be able to rely on each other because Stiles’s death will break them all apart. Shining a new light on them all.

 3.  Lydia Martin’s character development

I love Lydia to pieces; well I did, before Season 6. She used to be this strong independent banshee, who could take problems into her own hands. Back in season five, when she thought people she loved were dead, she beat people up for heaven’s sake.

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But now she’s reduced to a babbling mess:

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Whilst Scott and Malia are creating plans to save everyone taken by the wild hunt, she is transfixed by Stiles, someone she only ever saw as a friend up until now. She has to save him and doesn’t feel complete without him, which is odd, she was fine sleeping with Aiden, dating Jackson, flirting with Parrish when Stiles was around, but now she cries every episode, which is so out of character for her, she used to cry for actual reasons, but now it feels like they’ve just got to last season and gone ‘shit, better give them Strdia.’ But not done it well and stripped all of Lydia’s development, she used to be all about saving as many people as she can, now all she can think about is Stiles.

If Stiles dies, Lydia will able to go back to being a good, independent character that doesn’t rely on a character, she only really viewed as a friend. (Strdia has always been a little one-sided to me.)

4.   Wild Malia

 There is no doubt in saying that Stiles is Malia’s human anchor, but if I get one person saying that ‘she needs to her own anchor’ or, ‘how can you hate on Lydia for needing Stiles, but love the fact Malia needs him?’  - I’ll probably block you because you see, Lydia cares about Stiles, I get that and I love that, but their relationship was friendship based and has been for five seasons. Allison was Scott’s anchor for a long time, which people viewed as loving and genuine.

Originally posted by tess453

Stiles is Malia’s anchor and people have to deal with that, she was lost for eight years and she found someone who could help ground her, at the same time, she helped ground him from the pain he suffered from Void. Malia transformed into a Coyote because of her sister and Mother’s death, so this may happen again if Stiles dies, maybe giving a reason for a torn apart pack to work together again.

 5. New Narrative

Stiles’s death, much like Allison’s, will spark a completely new narrative, which this show really needs. It could drive a new story that will be thrilling and exciting for fans to get hold off, knowing how the writers would approach the theme of his death and how they will portray a Stilesless pack.

Stiles helped a lot of people, through a lot of different situations and his death may spark new personalities in people he holds dear.

6.   Old Characters

 Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Ethan and Jackson Whittemore – three characters who walked away from the Beacon Hills, because life was pushing them all in different directions.

Well, it’s clear, that Derek Hale cared about Stiles; so if he were to die, Derek will come back to mourn and probably help Scott’s pack get back together. As it’s the last season and it would be out of character for Derek not to come and mourn someone he cared for a lot.

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 As for Isaac, he didn’t have the best relationship with Stiles; a hate/love bromance is what I like to call it. Isaac definitely did care about Stiles, he rushed after Scott to save Stiles from freezing to death in 3x18 (Riddled.) He also was very eager to help get Void out of him, along with everyone else. He was also in love with Allison, who was friends with Stiles, meaning he might come back for her. He will also come and help Scott overcome losing his greatest friends.

Originally posted by subisaac

 Ethan had no relationship with Stiles at all, but his brother did date Lydia, meaning he might return to help her, knowing she lost Allison and Aiden. He also went always with Isaac, so if they became friends, they might return together.Jackson bullied Stiles for a long time, but he is the only one the list that is semi-confirmed to be coming back to the show. He loved Lydia dearly and he would probably return for her.

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Royally Fucked (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Swearing, sexual indication
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Summary: When you and Steve agree to end your relationship you didn’t expect to take it so hard, or seek comfort in his best friend. After one night of drinking and mistakes, now you feel like you’re struggling to keep your lies straight, but what happens when you’re seeing plus signs and Steve’s hovering, someone’s going to end up hurt if you can’t keep your lies straight.

A/N: Angsty, drama, secrets, and twists. Shit is going to hit the fan…

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Walking up the ramp, you fidget with the sleeves on your mission suit, avoiding all the gazes, knowing they had been whispering about you moments before. You keep your head down, finding a spot away from the rest of the team setting your gear bag down next to your seat. It had only been 12 hours since the breakup, they must have assumed you would have opted out of this mission, but you and Steve swore you weren’t going to let this come between the team, that you were more adult and mature than to run away from each other, it was a mutual breakup.

“You okay?” Buck had made his way towards you, as you pick at your fingers, his metal arm holding the handle overhead, looking down at you, you nod.

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Concept – Izuku can’t sleep because of nightmares, a storm or because he is overthinking again, so he goes to seek out his mentor for comfort. (Based on my headcanon that at one point, Toshinori will live at the dorms, too) But when he knocks carefully and steps into Toshinori’s room, the man is not there. Izuku decides that he can wait for the former hero – he can’t sleep, anyway.

 

While waiting for him, Izuku falls asleep sitting on the edge of the bed, losing to his initial exhaustion.

When Toshinori comes back, he finds his student fast asleep, laying sprawled all over his bed – the bed he had just wanted to sleep in. He splutters a bit, surprised to find Izuku there, but when he notices how exhausted the boy looks, he refrains from waking him up. Instead, Toshinori manages to wrangle out the blanket from under Izuku, pulling it over the boy because he goes over to his desk, starting up his computer. He will grade some papers while watching over his sleeping student.

(The next morning, after waking up, Izuku is so embarrassed that he basically stole his mentor’s bed that he hides under the blanket. That just makes Toshinori laugh all the more, though)

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Body language.

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Royally Fucked (8/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Swearing, sexual indication
(Wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

Summary: When you and Steve agree to end your relationship you didn’t expect to take it so hard, or seek comfort in his best friend. After one night of drinking and mistakes, now you feel like you’re struggling to keep your lies straight, but what happens when you’re seeing plus signs and Steve’s hovering, someone’s going to end up hurt if you can’t keep your lies straight.

A/N: Angsty, drama, secrets, and twists. Shit is going to hit the fan…

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“Mother of all Christ child!” You say through clenched teeth, pressing your forehead into Clint’s shoulder.

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Bruce didn’t know there was an accident, Bruce didn’t know that he couldn’t save her.

Bruce…Bruce…Bruce is all he wanted. In Gotham. A city so grim, but it brought him the most peace because he was there. Working. Always working. He didn’t want to trouble the one he loves the most, so he silently seeks his comfort.

Excuse me?

Please…?

Alright.

For an art trade with @catgoboom! She wanted Supes seeking out Bruce’s comfort after a really bad day, and Bruce reluctant at first because he’s working, but then of course he’ll comfort his world. I made two versions because…I loved the idea, but I wanted to make you something special and good enough //// “OTL I hope you like them, bae!!!

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At the beginning of Advent Children, this woman has been left by the love of her life to fend for two children all on her own, all while she doesn’t know why he left her, the children wonder where’s he’s gone, and she doesn’t know what to do except to carry on with her life trying to figure where he went and why he won’t answer her. Then she finds that he’s been living the whole time at the church of the woman he once loved, and her face is torn with a complicated set of emotions. It saddens her, but most of all, she’s understanding. She now knows that he’s been struggling with a terminal illness that one of the children also has, and that he finds comfort here. Here in this place where that woman used to be. Yet she furrows her eyebrows because it maddens her. Why didn’t he seek the comfort of his family? It was then that she knew. He wanted to die alone. Here. In this place. Where he could drown in his guilt, his helplessness. When she finally gets the chance to talk properly with him, she tells him to come home. Come home and fight this illness with his family. Let them help him. But he’s not cooperating. He tells her he’s incapable of doing anything. She pushes her hand against where she’s sitting with this ring on her finger that they had patterned after his earring, which is also the same as the pendant worn around the neck of one of the children. It’s a wolf. It’s a symbol of their family. Because they’re a pack. And packs stick together. In this pack there are two children whom she loves so much. She holds these two children tight against her chest and shields them from anything that may seek to bring them harm. She’d take the hit for them, she’d fight any force of nature for them, from monsters, from madmen, she’d even die for them without a second thought. And she nearly does when finally, the man she loves comes back. He rushes in on his motorcycle and scoops her up in his arm and saves her. And he tells her his guilt is gone now. He’s back to be with them now. The fight up against their enemy is long, and the fight is difficult, but she’s there for him, and he knows it when she holds his hand. And finally when the fight’s all over, everyone is gathered around him - their friends, their family, their neighbors, the children. And he looks at her, and she looks at him, and she’s smiling. And he knows. He knows that she’s welcoming him. She’s forgiven him. She’s forgiven him for everything he’s done. He still has a home to come back to with her.Their bond is safe, and they’ll be with each other from now on. They never had to hear each other say they loved each other, or do things normal couples do. All they needed was each other. But there was one thing. One thing he said to her once, long ago:
“Things will be different. Because I have you this time.”
And she said, “You’ve always had me.”
Always.

anonymous asked:

hi! i was the anon who requested the akashi and his s/o scenario. sorry for asking for such a cliched situation ahh. i also just saw your bts post tell me who your bias ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i don't really have an original idea and once i saw "save me" all i can think of is maybe akashi's father deciding to appoint someone else as his successor because he thinks his son doesn't meet his standards and like literally all his efforts have gone to waste and he seeks comfort from his s/o? hope this is okay!!

lol don’t worry abt it it was my fault too i forgot to clarify. also bts children elajwerl can’t wait to see them live this summah. also tbh akashi’s dad prolly wont do that just cos family lines and everything bUT IF THIS HAPPENS I S2G

Akashi wanted to storm out of that office, wanted to douse it in gasoline and set it on fire. After years and years of his hard work, after all the misery he’s been shoved through, all the training, everything he’s worked for seemed fruitless. And he was proven right when he was introduced to the new, future fucking CEO of Akashi Corporations. Maintaining his composure proved to be a challenge, nothing he hadn’t done before. But at that moment, all that went through his mind was strangling this man in front of him to death.

“Seijūrō, this is Hiroto-san. He is the future of Akashi Corporations.”

As soon as those words had left his father’s mouth, Akashi couldn’t suppress the flash of surprise in his eyes. Hiroto caught it and felt his lips twitch.

“A pleasure to meet you.” Akashi smiled politely, shaking his hand.

“The same to you.”

“Hiroto has been my right hand man for over fifteen years now and he knows the company inside out. This is why I’ve decided to make him the successor to the company, at least until I know you’re ready to make rational, mature decisions for the good of our business.”

Rational? Mature? What the fuck? When the hell has he ever made an irrational decision? If his father were still bitter about his choosing you as a partner for life, then he can go screw himself. You had no influence over the decisions he made for work. “Well, I appreciate the help. I’ll be happy to temporarily leave the head position in the company to someone as experienced and dedicated as you until I am fully ready.”

His father was momentarily surprised by the calmness in Akashi’s response before he nodded. “Alright. Well, I just wanted to call you in for that. We’ll make things official soon but, for now, let’s get back to work, shall we?”

When he arrived home that night, you had just returned and was setting up the dinner table for the two of you. “Hey,” you smiled at him only to receive a weaker one in return. Frowning, you curled up around him. “Are you okay?”

Then Akashi told you everything about Hiroto and his father’s plans. Your lips pursed together. You could feel the anger boiling inside of you but you knew this wasn’t your fight. This was Akashi’s and all you could do was stand by him and support him.

Pressing a kiss to his lips, you looked earnestly up at him. “Listen to me. You’re strong and you’re intelligent and I’ve never met a man more suitable for the job than you. I know that you only want the best for the company your father had built from the ground so I know how hard you work. And trust me when I say that you’re going to have it all someday.”

He sighed, jaw clenching.

“And you know what you’re going to do now? You’re going to work your ass off and push through that extra mile like you always do. This sucks but maybe this extra time will allow more space for experience so you can do an even better job. But you’re going to do this. You got this.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He breathed out, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s not worry about any of this for now. Let’s have dinner, yeah?”

You nodded. “But if you ever need to let it out, I’m always here. I may not be the best with advice but I’ll readily listen to you, okay? Don’t bottle it up inside all the time. It’s not healthy.”

He smiled for the first time that night and agreed.

Thunderstorms

Prompt: (aka Dan is scared of thunder and seeks comforts at his neighbor’s flat)

Genre:  fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none


Manchester is a shithole. Dan had only been in uni for a little over a year and he’d already gotten mugged once, struck up a conversation with a prostitute at 8am, and lost his backpack in a Starbucks. Most importantly the weather was absolute shit. The October rain was usually met with thick grey clouds that covered the sky, shielding the little bit of sunlight that managed to peek through.

“I’m just about to make myself dinner, Mum,” Dan stared idly at the cup of microwave macaroni. “I’ll call you back tomorrow after I’m done with my classes, okay?”

The conversation continued for a few more seconds before his mom decided that the neighbors cat wandering into her garden was a more pressing issue than her son’s dietary needs. Finally Dan was left alone with nothing but the sound of rain hitting his metal balcony railing. 1:34 the microwave counted down. Dan watched the blue and yellow packaging spin around under the bulb until his trance was broken by a loud boom outside.

“No,” Dan said audibly. “This cannot be happening right now, that’s the third time in the last two weeks.”

The microwave beeped, feeble in comparison to the loud cracks of the thunder. Dan was having a mental debate of whether or not disturb his neighbors at this time of night. The Atkins’ were a sweet older couple who lived down the hall who Dan had tea with at least twice a week. They treated him like he was their own grandchild. They fed him until he was nearly bursting out of his jeans, left him occasional drops of money in his mail slot, and they let him seek comfort in their home whenever Dan felt stressed or scared. Just two days ago Dan had ducked in there for shelter from the loud booms of the thunder and Alice Atkins already had a mug of hot chocolate ready for him when he walked through the door.

“I knew you’d need a hug right now,” Alice had said before enveloping him in a warm hug. “You poor child come into our spare room, I put out some knit blankets for you to wrap up in as well.”

This brought Dan back to the moment, there was no denying it, he didn’t need the microwave macaroni that was probably still cold in middle. Dan grabbed his keys before dashing out the door, going two doors down until he could smell the sweet smell of freshly baked sugar cookies. He gave a quiet knock on the door, knowing that the Atkins didn’t like sharp loud noises.

“Startles me half to death!” Mr. Atkins would clutch his chest and give a hearty laugh and Dan made sure not to do it again, last thing he wanted was to give the man a heart attack.

After a few moments Dan wasn’t sure if they’d heard him, but the sound of footsteps skittering across the wooden floor dashed Dan’s suspicions. The door whipped open, and instead of looking down at the face of a sweet, wrinkly old lady; Dan was looking up at a glistening, wet young man who couldn’t be anything older than 25.

“Can I help you?” the man piped up, his black hair tousled from what Dan could only assume was being towel dried. “At ten o’clock at night.”

“I-I’m not entirely sure?” Dan admitted. He looked into the man’s startling blue eyes, milkier than Dan’s eyes that were the color of burnt sienna.

The man readjusted his shirt which clung to his body in the wet state he was in. “What is it you’re in need of?”

“A hug,” Dan admitted.

He raised an eyebrow but stood up straight and spread his arms.

“Not from you, of course,” Dan looked down at his feet sheepishly.

“Oh?” The man looked behind himself. “Well there isn’t anyone else I can pimp out to you, I’m afraid.”

“Where’s the Atkins?” Dan’s voice became high in urgency.

“Relax, they’re perfectly fine,” he laughed. “I’m Phil, they’re my maternal grandparents.” Dan could see the resemblance; Phil had Mrs. Atkins’ nose and Mr. Atkins’ height.

“Where are they?” Dan was starting to think that the macaroni didn’t sound too bad right now.

“They’re just down at my pare-” another boom of thunder interrupted Phil. “While they’re staying with my parents I’m house-sitting for them.”

“Oh, it’s just that there’s a storm outside and normally your grandparents let me stay at their flat,” Dan nervously picked at his fingers.

“I thought I saw you yesterday, don’t you live somewhere on this hall, right?” Phil’s face contorted in confusion.

“You know what, forget it. It was stupid of me to come here, I’m a big boy I should be able to handle a storm.” Dan wrapped his cardigan tighter around his waist, turning to make his way back to his flat, flinching at the sudden crack of thunder.

“No!” Phil yelped and grabbed Dan’s forearm. “I mean, just come inside for a bit. I just baked some cookies.”

Dan was apprehensive but that continuously loud storm was enough to urge Dan to seek companionship in the still unknown man. For all he knew the Atkins’ could be stuffed in a closet somewhere and Dan could quickly become the killer’s next victim.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab you a blanket and a plate.” Phil left to go collect the items, leaving Dan to sink into his favorite chair. It was getting old and was ridiculously over-sized but Dan didn’t mind because it smelled like lavender, White Diamond, and a hint of Listerine.

Phil quickly returned, placing a stack of fabric next to him. “I brought you a sweatshirt and a knit blanket.”

Dan grabbed the green hoodie that was folded on the top, it had YORK printed across it and carried the faint scent of Phil.

“Yeah that’s mine, it’s the only pullover I could find.” His voice became shrill form nervousness but Dan gave him a smile to show him that it was okay.

“So you went to York?” Dan said as he pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Phil had made his way to the kitchen and was pouring water into a kettle.

“Yeah, I just graduated last year. I majored in English linguistics and visual arts.” Phil came back into the living room, toting a plate of cookies. “Are you in Uni?”

“Yeah, I’m in my second year now, I guess I’m doing law?” Dan’s sounded unsure. “Thanks for the…stuff.”

Phil leaned into the sofa adjacent to Dan, turning on the TV. “No problem, I know you’re scared of the, uh, thunder.”

Dan blushed, hiding his face in the palms of his sleeve covered hand.

“What do you want to watch?” Phil asked. “There’s nothing too good at this time of night though.”

“I have a few box sets at my flat, we can watch something over there?” Dan suggested.

“Let me just turn off the kettle, then we’ll take these cookies to go,” Phil sprang up from his seat.

The night progressed slowly, Dan was too scared to fall asleep and Phil didn’t want to leave Dan alone to deal with the thunder. They were sat on the sofa, Dan leaning into Phil’s chest, the heartbeat rhythmically thumping against Dan’s ear. By the time they cycled through their fifth episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Phil couldn’t hear the thudding of rain anymore. For a couple more minutes Phil let Dan continue to snuggle into him, ignoring their overlapping hands. Dan is warmth but right now Phil was burning, his hair tickled Phil’s chin and it only allowed Phil to continuously inhale Dan’s scent. Dan had an interesting aroma, he didn’t smell like just one thing but a combination of coconut, marshmallows, and just a hint of cocoa butter.

“Are you okay to go to bed?” Phil’s eyes glazed over the clock: 1:35am. “You can always crash at my grandparents place, if you’re more comfortable with that.”

“I kinda like it right here,” Dan admitted, his breath hot on the collar of Phil’s shirt. “I know the storm has passed but would you be okay with staying here for the night? I guess I just need someone to cuddle with.”

Although Dan wasn’t facing Phil, he knew he had to be blushing at the admission. No words needed to be exchanged once the episode ended, Dan showed Phil to the single bedroom in his flat, lending him a pair of joggers in place of the jeans Phil had originally thrown on to answer the door. They snuggled into each other, their hands finding each other under the covers.

“Thank you,” Dan whispered. They both knew it wasn’t necessary but somehow hearing the words breaking through silence of the room both filled them with comfort. They knew from that moment on they had each other to depend on.


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Singles’ Night

Dean cheers Castiel up after a rough night, which has surprising and unintended results. (1.2k)

A/N: I wrote this for @destieldrabblesdaily‘s 30k fic contest, and while I didn’t win, I was really excited to be able to participate in it. I also have to thank her, because she is a (very, very large) part of the reason that I’m in the SPN fandom and a hardcore Destiel shipper, both of which are what got me writing so much. So thanks, and congrats to all the winners! <3

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Castiel let out an enormous sigh of relief as he walked into his apartment and closed the door behind him. “How’d it go, babe?” he heard from the main room as he hung his coat in the closet. In lieu of a verbal response, he walked into the room and plopped down on the sofa, extending his legs over his boyfriend’s lap and leaning into his chest, seeking the comforting warmth of body heat as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily again.

“That well, huh?” Dean chuckled, putting his book down to wrap his arms around Cas and press a soft kiss to the top of his head. Cas mumbled something unintelligible against Dean’s chest, snuggling impossibly closer. He couldn’t see it, but he just knew that Dean was smirking as he rubbed Cas’ back. “How many?” Dean finally inquired, apparently unable to resist the temptation to ask.

“Five women, two men,” Cas replied, curling his fingers into Dean’s t-shirt. The gray fabric was soft and well-worn, familiar in his grip.

“Wow, is that a new record?” Dean teased lightly, nudging the top of Cas’ head with his nose.

Cas looked up at him dolefully. “No.” He frowned as Dean laughed. “It’s not funny, Dean,” he complained, burying his face in Dean’s chest again. “Parent-teacher conferences are for parents and teachers to discuss the student’s progress, not for the parents to hit on the teacher.” That did nothing to stop Dean’s laughter.

“It’s ‘cause you’re so damn hot, babe,” Dean said, poking Cas in the side.

Cas elbowed him and gave him a muffled “Don’t objectify me,” before Dean finally relented.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” he said, hands returning to their comforting path tracing the ridges and curves of Cas’ back. “How ‘bout some TV?” he asked after a minute. “I know how much you love the Food Network and they’re doing an Iron Chef marathon tonight.”

Castiel considered the offer. He did love the Food Network and he didn’t really feel like doing anything else. It was a Friday, so he didn’t have to get up early for work the next day or grade papers yet either. Besides, he rarely turned down the offer to snuggle with his boyfriend. It was a no-brainer, really. “Okay,” he agreed, tilting his head up to gaze gratefully at Dean.

Dean smiled and gave him a quick kiss before he suddenly stood. Castiel was still sitting practically on his lap, and Dean slipped his arm beneath Cas’ legs before standing, scooping him into his arms with ease and then heading for the stairs.

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“O My slaves who have transgressed against themselves (by committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah: verily, Allah forgives all sins. Truly He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.” (Quran 39:53)

Allah SWT did not create humankind for any purpose other than to worship Him. However being human makes us frail and forgetful while at the same time our humanity often causes us to become full of our own importance; proud and arrogant.  Arrogance in turn often causes us to commit sins, and our forgetfulness often causes us to make mistakes that can easily lead to sinful behavior.  Allah knows us well, He is our Creator.  He has not abandoned us to our own imperfect nature; He has provided us with innumerable opportunities to turn to Him for forgiveness.  In fact Allah loves that we feel remorse, and turn to Him seeking His forgiveness and comfort. Prophet Muhammad, may the mercy and blessings of Allah be upon him, said to his companions, and to all those who follow them in righteousness, “If you did not commit sins, Allah would replace you with other people  who would commit sins, and  ask for Allah’s forgiveness, and He would forgive them.” This is not an encouragement to sin, but demonstrates the infinite Mercy of Allah.

Allah has made it easy for us to seek and obtain His forgiveness however it does not come automatically; one must seek Allah’s forgiveness sincerely, knowing that it is only through Allah’s supreme mercy that anyone will enter Paradise. Prophet Muhammad said, “Do good deeds properly, sincerely and moderately, and rejoice, for no one’s good deeds will put him in Paradise.” His companions asked, “Not even you, O Messenger of Allah?” He replied,“ even me, unless Allah bestows His pardon and mercy upon me.” Saheeh Al-Bukhari.

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♕  THE HERO  
A RED DAWN RISING FANMIX

THE HERO ( a Frank Longbottom fanmix ) : still there at the end of the night, he NEVER burns out. the l u m i n o u s shine of his star is meant to forever bathe you in warmth. and with his arms wide open, he begs for you to bring him your W A R. seek comfort within his warm embrace and make him your haven. steadfast; his loyalty will stand the test of t i m e. a true hero, he will carry on until the war is WON

one. after the storm - mumford & sons // two. simple man - lynyrd skynyrd // three. radioactive -imagine dragons // four. this is why we fight - the decemberists // five. overjoyed - bastille // six. i lived - onerepublic // seven. hey brother - avicii // eight. let it be - the beatles // nine. mr. blue sky - electric light orchestra // ten. i won’t hack down - tom petty // eleven. gimme shelter - the rolling stones // twelve. die trying - michl // thirteen. hold on to what you believe - mumford & sons // fourteen. hey jude - the beatles ( listen here )


Amuro Ray's Brief Reunion With His Mother

The notion of family and home is one of the most recurring and prevalent themes that’s explored throughout most of the Universal Century shows are these characters coping with being orphans or coming from these very dysfunctional families. Or how that really sets up a lot of the characters and how they act. Amuro and his displaced parents.


One of the most poignant and truly sad ‘coming of age’ story lines for Amuro is when he reunites with his mother—where she is now a pacifist running a sort of refugee camp for survivors of the horrific atrocities committed so far in the war. 

It’s extremely bittersweet as we have seen this early transformation of 15 year old Amuro turn into a shell-shock hardened warrior fighting for his—as well as the lives of his adopted family on the White Base—momentarily turn back into the boy who has missed his mother. 

Seeking comfort from her; where as the episode develops this dynamic dissipates immediately when a few enemy soldiers stationed nearby enter the refugee ward where Amuro is hidden.


These series of scenes in episode 12 of Mobile Suit Gundam illustrate one of series’ more emotionally complex moments in the series–if not the franchise:


Listen. If the end of this comes and Branini’s a trashy gold digger cast out of the spotlight, Danielle is a jealous ex-girlfriend who couldn’t be there in Louis’ hour of need, Oli is an ungrateful ex-assistant, and Louis is driven to seek comfort from his best friend and bandmate Harry Styles… I may take up residency on Mars. You’ll be able to hear me laughing all the way from there.

stydia development

The development is what makes Stydia so special.

She goes from ignoring him at school to mildly tolerating him to cheering him on at lacrosse,shouting no and pushing him out of the way of danger and caring when he went missing in the middle of the night.

She goes from not hearing when he speaks to her, to not caring what he has to say, to mildly tolerating what he has to say, to seeking his comfort and advice and saying he’s the one who always figures it out.

It’s more real than the typical “love at first sight” stuff you get on some shows.

Stydia are slowburn, but there is development.

Lydia has never known what it’s liked to be loved by someone properly in a relationship, Allison says don’t you remember what that’s like, and she says no.

When Allison was talking about how far to go with Scott, she says “you really like him don’t you”. I think to start with Lydia has had unhealthy relationships and she’s slowly learning what it is like to be loved by someone truly. The look on her face after she kissed stiles because of the anxiety attack shows it’s not like anything she’s experienced or was expecting to experience with him.

People aren’t someone to you..until they are.  Yes she would rude and she ignored Stiles, but Stiles saw through it and called her out on it, and through spending time with Stiles, she’s learnt to show it.

This week on the originals

  1. Klaus being reasonable. Never thought I’d see the day
  2. Klaus encouraging Hayley to find happiness with Elijah before its too late. Never thought I’d see the day
  3. Klaus recognising that their victory is no victory at all. Its hollow. Never thought I’d see the day
  4. Klaus seeking out his daughter for comfort. No one else. Never thought I’d see the day
  5. Klaus +rationality + empathy all at the same time. Never thought I’d see the day