seeking his comfort

ok but the Potter-Malfoy children tho

When Harry began lamenting not being able to have children, Hermione explained that by transfigurating a sperm into an egg long enough for it to merge with a sperm, Draco and Harry could have children, as long as someone gave birth do them.

Luna told Harry she’d gladly give birth to their children and Harry, who had expected not having children at all, began daydreaming non-stop about it.

So you can imagine Harry going CRAZY with the idea of his and Draco’s children.

Which means there was a lot of begging and pleading, but since Draco wasn’t up for it, Harry let go of the idea for a while. Although he really wanted children. But then Draco gifted him with a pair of baby-shoes on their third anniversary.

Just imagine Harry James Potter looking up in surprise at his partner and going… “really? you will?” and Draco nodding, then having an amazingly happy Potter kiss every part of his body for the rest of the night.

Harry clearly won the naming bet with their first-born and Draco went along with it because he wasn’t interested in having children at all in the beginning… but he wasn’t happy about it.

At first, Harry had proposed using the Malfoy name, only because he knew Draco wasn’t really that excited about having children. But Draco was adamant that they use both.

And even though Harry was the one obsessing over having children, Draco is the one going up in the middle of the night to see their newborn child sleep because he’s afraid he will stop breathing. So Harry has to get up and convince him to go back to bed because “he will wake us up in half an hour anyway and he’s breathing, he’s fine, come back to bed, Draco.” but this happens with all their children.

James Sirius Potter-Malfoy, their first-born. With Harry’s black hair and Draco’s gray eyes. Surprising the Weasleys when he calls Draco Papa because, other than Harry and his mother, none of them knew that French is Draco’s first language.

Really, not even Fleur knew. It wasn’t until they got children that Draco started hanging out more with the Weasley’s and they got to know him better.

And a couple of years later, when Draco was proudly showing his child to anyone that came close enough, Harry managed to convince him to go for a second one…

Then came the twins, that wasn’t planned! Scorpius Hyperion Potter-Malfoy, because Harry had already named their first-born. And then Albus Severus Potter-Malfoy… They decided to go 50/50 on that one.

Draco didn’t want to name the child Albus at all, but he still felt guilty for everything during sixth year and finally went along with it. As for Severus… His godfather DID take good care of him, after all. It was only fair.

In the beginning, Draco probably felt that three children was more than enough. But Harry wanted a lot more and when the twins came he was ECSTATIC. Scorpius took after Draco and Albus after Harry.

Albus was daddy’s boy and would throw tantrums everyday when Harry had to leave for work. Scorpius was obsessed with “Mama Molly” and spent more time running after Molly and “helping” her in the kitchen than any of the other Potter-Malfoy children.

Right after the twins were born, Harry asked his husband if he would like to try once more, because he really was hoping for a daughter…

To which Draco surprisingly said “alright Potter, but this is the last” and that was how Lily Luna Potter-Malfoy was planned.

Lily Luna with her blonde hair and enormous green eyes became the obsession of everyone… And she clung to Draco SO MUCH. Honestly. She probably spent 60% of her baby years in Draco’s arms, 30% in Harry’s and the rest in everyone else’s.

She didn’t like speaking English, although she understood it perfectly well. She’d answer people through Draco, Fleur, Victoire, Dominique or Louis instead. Fleur was enamoured with Lily Luna, since her own children preferred speaking English.

Everyone close to Harry began to finally see Draco in a new light. When the two of them had started dating, they had surprised everybody. Especially since Draco didn’t really show the same side he showed Harry to everyone else…

…But people began seeing him through his children. James Sirius seeking comfort from his Papa when he’d fallen from his broom. Draco nervously following the twins when they had just began taking their first steps and not daring to let them out of his sight.

TBH he was worst when James began walking. If the boy was about to fall, he would levitate him and then Harry would try to convince him to stop it. “Draco he needs to do this on his own” “What, so you want our child to get hurt?” “No, but-” “So then he won’t if I keep an I eye on him!” “He will be fine!” “Potter! What if he hits his head?”

…but Harry did the exact same thing when Lily Luna started walking.

But everyone saw how much he cared about their children and although it was still a bit weird that he and Harry were together and EVEN HAD CHILDREN… they realized they liked him.

OK but listen! Draco kept calling Harry “Potter” for as long as everyone knew them (in public) and once, Ginny had asked Albus to go get Harry and Albus had run over to Harry in his unsteady toddler legs and screamed “POTTAAHH” making everyone laugh until they cried.

Took them at least a month to get Albus to call Harry “daddy” instead.

All their children’s first words were Papa.

Imagine how amazingly proud Narcissa is of her grandchildren speaking French. Imagine how much money she burns on those little cretins. And she probably melts every time they say Mémé.

Just imagine sleepy Lily Luna going to her Daddy and asking him “quand nous allons visiter Mémé Cissy?” and Harry sighing deeply and replying “honey, I cannot understand a word of what you’re saying” because, although he knew Narcissa and Draco spoke French to each other, he never knew this would become such a big part of his children’s lives.

But then James Sirius probably enters a phase during his teens in which he doesn’t want to speak French at all and stops doing it for years, although he still knows it since Draco speaks and writes to all his children in French. Just as his mother did to him.

All in all, Harry feels a bit left-out. So he gets two pet snakes and speaks Parseltongue to them every time his children forget he doesn’t speak French at the dinner table.

And his husband happens to have the same reaction Harry got when he first heard Draco speak French… interesting.

They love their children. But the year James Sirius gets his Hogwarts letter, both Harry and Draco sigh in happiness at the thought of all of their children starting school.

I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.


You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.


You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

anonymous asked:

Okay angstyy anon here. How about "please talk to me" with injured/hurt ladybug? Thank you!

(Thanks to @edendaphne @hchano and @midnightstarlightwrites for helping me brainstorm this one!) 

Ladybug cradled her arm to her chest and bit back a sob of pain.

It had been a mistake.

She should have been smart, she should have waited for Chat to arrive. He was the melee fighter, not her. As much as it killed her sometimes to watch him dive in head first, there was no denying that there was a logic to their partnership. He was designed to take the brunt of the damage while she was supposed to be the attacker.

She had never really put a lot of thought into how much protection the suit could give her. She had never needed to before.

She heard the hurried sound of footsteps darting into the alley behind her, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to run away.

“Ladybug!”

She would know that voice anywhere. He was the reason she was cowering here in the first place.

“Ladybug are you ok?” Adrien said, his breath coming hard and fast from his sprint to chase after her.

She didn’t say anything, tears trailing down her cheeks as she continued to clutch at her injured arm.

She was a failure.

The footsteps stopped and she could feel him drop to the ground behind her.

“Ladybug?” Adrien said again, placing his hand hesitantly on her shoulder.

A choked sob of pain, and exhaustion, and shame forced its way out of her throat and she huddled down further. He shouldn’t see her like this. No one should ever see her like this. She was supposed to be a hero, not a sad, broken girl who literally almost let her infatuation get her killed.

She felt Adrien pull his hand back as if he had been burned, and then hear him shift around so that he was kneeling in front of her.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he said tenderly, “it’s going to be ok.” He reached up and gently brushed her bangs away from her face and she couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze. His smile was kind and calm, but his eyes shone with worry. “Please,” he begged softly, “talk to me.”

“Adrien,” she sobbed, sagging forward into his arms.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he soothed, holding he;2r loosely so as not to jostle her injury. “How badly are you hurt, do you need to go to a hospital?”

She shook her head, seeking comfort in his embrace. “No, I can’t. The Akuma-”

“Can wait,” he interrupted. “What matters right now is are you ok?” He pulled away from her slightly, his hands coming to cradle her face.

“I’m… I’m ok, but I think my arm is broken.”

He nodded pulling off his overshirt and wrapping it around her to make a makeshift sling.

“Don’t drop your transformation, it will be worse for you if you do. Luckily it will all be good as new once you use your powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the akuma back to you.”

“I need to call Chat,” she said fumbling for her yo-yo, but Adrien grabbed her hand and held her still.

“He already knows, just relax. We need to get you somewhere safer than this.”

A fresh round of tears burned down her cheeks.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his tee-shirt.  

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do I failed!”

“What are you talking about? You are a hero, you saved me.”

“And I was so caught up in trying to impress you that I almost got myself killed! Or worse! I could have lost my miraculous! And now I don’t even know if I can fight. I’m letting down everyone! You, Chat-”

“Hey,” he interrupted, “you haven’t let down anyone. Least of all me.”

She let out a small gasp as he wiped the tears away from her eyes. She felt herself flush under the weight of his smile, his thumbs reverently tracing along her cheeks.

“You… you were trying to impress me?” he asked breathlessly.

“I… well I…” the words died in her throat as he leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers, “yes,” she whispered.

“Why would you do that?” he murmured, his lips pausing just a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Because.. Because I-” she leaned in the rest of the way. Everything faded except for the glorious sensation of his mouth moving against hers, his hands still cupping her face, holding her as if terrified that she would disappear. He tasted like chocolate and mint and cream, like a rich drink that you just want to savor as it warms you. He nibbled hesitantly on her lower lip and she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of him. He pressed forward, one arm wrapping around her back and she broke away with a cry of pain, her arm trapped between them.

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, awkwardly petting her upper arm. “This problem isn’t the right time for… well…” he coughed, his face going scarlet.

He stood and helped her to her feet as well. “We should get you someplace safe and deal with that akuma.” He began leading her out of the alley and back towards the main street towards a familiar cafe. He put an arm around her shoulder and she couldn’t resist leaning her head against him as he guided her into the small shop. It wasn’t until he was settling her down into a chair by the shops fire, the various staff and patrons whispering excitedly at her presence, that his words actually registered.

“I thought you said Chat was dealing with the akuma?” she asked, confused.

“He’s been a little preoccupied,” Adrien laughed nervously, “but I think it’s time he got to work on fetching a butterfly for you, don’t you think My Lady?”

“Adrien?” she gasped, eyes going wide as she stared at him.

He smiled- wide, and happy, and just a little sheepish. He brought her fingertips to his lips and gave them a delicate kiss.

“We’ll talk when I get back,” he said with a wink, the turned and hurried out.

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Episode of the Week - 10x01: The Conspiracy in the Corpse

This scene. It’s nothing short of devastating. But to me, it’s also beautiful. Sweets’ death was a complete and utter shock to all. And for Booth, it was nearly the straw the broke the camel’s back. The last three months had been a living hell for this man. He was attacked in his own home, and nearly succumbed to some gruesome injuries. He was wrongfully accused of murdering men who were ordered to kill him. He was sent to prison, where those involved with the FBI conspiracy hoped he would be killed. He was separated from his child for the second time in her short life. And through all of this, he couldn’t seek comfort in his wife’s embrace. Booth has always been proud to be an FBI agent. To him, working to make his country a better and safer place to live gives him a sense of purpose and fulfillment. In his mind, it also allows him to make up for the lives he took during his time as a sniper. As Brennan mentioned earlier in the episode, Booth has suffered a great deal of trauma in his life, starting at a very young age. The physical injuries are similar to the ones he has sustained during these past few months. But this is different. Booth is different. There is emotional scarring lurking beneath the surface. Because Booth truly trusted the FBI. He put his faith in this organization, time and time again. They are supposed to be the good guys. And they betrayed him. How could he ever trust his government again? Trust and faith are essential to Booth. And without trust and faith, he has nothing to grab hold of. It’s like Booth died. Sweets believed that Booth lost his anchor. But to me, looking at this small but immensely meaningful moment, his anchor is standing right beside him. Like always. Like she always will. Brennan is his anchor. Brennan is his lifeline. And really, so is this team- if nothing else, he could always trust this team. But he would still need time before he could understand this.

Something I love about Booth and Brennan (part 1 of infinity) is how they are able speak with no words. They can easily convey a message with just a glance or a simple touch. As the team is in the autopsy room preparing themselves for what they are about to do, Booth walks up right beside Brennan and grabs hold of her hand. It’s quick. Mere seconds. But in that moment, so much is said. I cannot speak to their precise feelings here. But to me, it’s a number of things. Booth has essentially just lost a brother.  He was family. He takes Brennan’s hand as a way to comfort himself. He has lost so much, but he hasn’t lost her. And he hasn’t lost their family. Booth can also reassure Brennan as well. He is home. He’s not alone in a cold jail cell anymore. He takes her hand because he finally can. And because he needs it. And she needs it too. Brennan provided him with love and comfort the previous evening. She made him feel safe. He was finally home. Now he can share a quick moment to communicate to her that he’s there. Together, they will prevail. Like always. As Brennan is about to walk away, she looks at Booth. He gives her a nod, assuring her that she can do this. She has to do this. She needs to be the one with the cool head here. Time is of the essence, and the team will require all the evidence possible to solve this conspiracy and bring Sweets’ killer to justice. In some instances, Brennan’s ability to compartmentalize is quite beneficial. She’s never going to completely block out those emotions anymore, as she used to. But she can lead the way here. There is time to mourn after they end this. Looking at Brennan’s face as she walks away, she knows exactly what she must do. And Booth gives a nod of support and encouragement. She can briefly lock her feelings in a box for the time being. She knows how to open it back up later on. Clearly the emotions are there. She has tears pooling in her eyes. But she can do this. They can do this. They have to- for Sweets. And they do. Booth stays there. But he has to look away. 

It would still take time and a wake-up call from Brennan for Booth to regain all that he had lost. And with the help of Brennan, the squints, and even Aubrey, he eventually finds his way back. He knows who he can and should trust. And he gets his faith back. Faith in something bigger than himself. Booth and his people. Really, that’s all he’s ever needed. 

The sun will come up, and tomorrow’s a new day.

lotus-eater: part 1

Summary: Maka should have known nothing good could come from making big life decisions on too little sleep. When she breaks her own promise and sings to Soul on his birthday, will this slip up bring them closer, or will her secret break their bond? modern siren au. Alsooo be ready for asexuality talk! c:

this was supposed to be a valentine’s day oneshot for @soundofez but now it turned into a multi-part thing that’s very late, as per usual, but it’s here now (and on ffn and ao3)! shoutout to @professor-maka , @the-brightest-fell , and @thefishywitchy for the support and eyes and patience :)


In the four am serenity, a solid blackness stares at them through the small window above the sink while a surreal yellow light surrounds them from above. It heightens everything, from the content exhaustion between them to the mess they’ve created. Spots of flour blanket the things Maka loves most - the smooth marble surfaces of the Evanses’ kitchen, her best friend’s fingers, the soft cotton of his shirt, and the curve of his eyebrow.

Even her lashes are coated with it. Flashes of white flutter in and out of her vision as she blinks and screws up her face at his request.

In response, Soul leans back to rest his elbows on the counter, the dollop of pink frosting she had painted over his dimple moving with his sheepish grin. “That’s my one wish. For you to sing me ‘happy birthday’.”

Instinct means Maka echoes him without thinking - leaning forward to stay close, hands splayed on either side of him for balance. They’re in sync, one never too far behind the other, but what numbs Maka’s mind right now is the view from here. Normally he towers over her, but at the moment he’s perched on the bar stool, ethereal in her shadow as she hovers over him, and it’s both intoxicating and humbling.

The sleep in his eyes is hypnotic.

“I don’t sing,” she says.

“Please?”

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anyway...

This scene is so important to Bellamy Blake’s development. For 4 Seasons his mantra about Octavia has been “My sister. My responsibility.” It’s his way of saying that he will always find a way to keep her safe, to protect her, to keep her from harm. 

In this moment, Bellamy is realizing that, although he still feels Octavia is his responsibility (and probably always will in some way/shape/form as that is typical father/big brother behavior) he has failed in what he considers his utmost duty: protecting her and it’s a realization he’s been working towards since Season 3.

And it’s not protecting her from physical harm. I’m pretty sure Bellamy accepted that Octavia can hold her on in physical battle a while ago, way back in Season 1, if we’re being honest, but he still believed that he could protect her from other forms of pain if he just tried hard enough. Bear with me, this might get long.

In Season 3, after Lincoln has died, we can see his ideology (that he can still protect/take care of Octavia’s emotional state) begin to crumble, even as he forcibly tries to hold it together. In 3*10 (Fallen), when Octavia and the others return to the cave without Lincoln and she releases her pain onto him, he allows this not just because he believe he deserves it, but also because he think she needs it. He is trying to take care of Octavia’s emotional state here:

(it hurt to go back and skim this script segment-someone give me a cookie.) That’s the first time he attempted to care for her emotionally and it did not work. 

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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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BTS Reaction To: Breaking Up With The Love of Their Life

Jin: Tries to keep himself busy and his mind occupied. He spends hours cooking up vast spreads for the boys or hosting more EatJin’s. He also loses himself in video games more than usual and slacks a bit on practice but the boys don’t have the heart to tell him off for it. They know that once he’s not busy, such as laying in bed alone, he cries. They hear the stifled sobs and their hearts are broken too.

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Suga: Pretends to be unaffected. The sunshine line try to make him smile but usually don’t succeed. He finds that there’s nothing left to smile about anymore, not since you left.

Originally posted by beui

J-Hope: Wears sunglasses more often to hide his red rimmed eyes. His sister offers support, as do the boys, but he only wants you. He feels guilty, like he’s bringing the others down so while he can’t find it within himself himself to be their sunshine anymore, he does work even harder than usual. He works himself to the bone, to where everyone grows concerned for him.

He’s afraid of falling behind and bringing the boys down too. And they’re afraid of never getting their Golden Hyung back.

Originally posted by mianhae-baozi

Rap Monster: Spends many sleepless nights, wondering what went wrong, if there was someone else who you had been seeing. So he’s tired and heart broken which makes him cranky. The boys avoid him, giving him time alone, since he just snaps at them when they’re around.

“Would you stop making noise?!” he spits at Taehyung.

“Ah, sorry, hyung,” the boy responds before running off.

If he gets too cranky, they’ll sit him down and tell him to stop taking his frustration out on them. But for now, they just avoid him as much as possible.

Originally posted by junghoshikie

Jimin: Stupidly blames himself. He’s the type to put others before him so he instead puts himself in your shoes, wondering if he hadn’t treated you good enough, how long you had stuck in the relationship even though you wanted to leave, if you felt miserable and upset every time you kissed him.

‘How could I not have noticed? I must have been selfish, only thinking of myself.’

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

V: Tries to stay strong and bright, for the fans and for the boys. He doesn’t want anyone to see him sad. But he does find focusing a lot harder, instead always wondering what led to the current situation.

“Taehyung, are you paying attention?” an MC jokes. He looks around, suddenly remembering he’s on tv.

Originally posted by suga-com

He smiles sheepishly. “Of course I’m listening! I was just thinking about how great it is to be on this show ~”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook: “Hyung, why did we break up? I thought … I thought we would last forever.” He doesn’t bother trying to act strong. This is his first heartbreak and he doesn’t know what to do, seeking his hyungs out for comfort and guidance.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

You Get A Dog

Chibs

It had been pretty rough the past few months and Fillip was constantly going on runs. Usually you wouldn’t mind but recently you had started to get lonely and it didn’t go un-noticed by Fillip. He saw the look in your eyes when he told you that he would have to leave again, you would put on a smile but it wouldn’t reach your eyes, it pained him to see you like this so he decided to do something about it.

“Darlin, do you know where the car keys are?” Fillip asked coming out of the garage, where he had been hiding away for most of the day. You where busy typing a document up for work, you where a lawyer and mostly worked with the club and this particular document concerned Juice.

“They should be hanging up in the garage, next to all the boxes babe” You answer without looking away from the screen hoping that he would leave you alone to finish what you had started almost two hours ago.

“I looked they’re not there” You sigh while shaking your head

“I don’t know where they are Fillip, its your car not mine” You sigh yet again when you hear him scoff, finally turning to meet the eyes of your old man. He stood leaning against the door connecting the garage to the kitchen, his leather vest hugged his body tightly from the way he had his arms crossed.

“Yer always using ma motor and yer the last one to use it so help me look. I need to get to the TM, my bike is actin up” He states before simply turning and walking back into the garage. You throw your head back and groan loudly, your annoyance only growing when you hear him laughing in the next room. Making sure to save your work you then proceed to shuffle into the garage entrance ready to give your man some cheek when you see it. The little bundle of adorable fluff chasing a ball around the garage floor.

“Oh my god” I laugh running over to the puppy who, upon seeing you runs over attacking your face with its tongue

“I’m going on another run in the next few weeks and I knew that I couldn’t leave ye all alone again so I though its either get ye pregnant-” you cut him off

“Yea no thank you, not yet” You say and he nods in agreement

“-So a puppy is like training for a baby, d'you like him love?” Chibs asked crouching down to pet the dog which in return licks his hand

“yes very much, thank you.” You smile turning to face him and planting a slow thankfull kiss on his lips “Love you”

“Love ye too darlin but we better get movin cause Tiggy’s dying ta see this dug”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Tig

“Come on Alex lets go babe, I want to get to the cabin before it gets any later” I shout out of the passengers side of the car window towards the open door of the house. A few seconds later Tig comes running out and is almost at the car when he remembers that he needs to lock the door, I shake my head a familiar smile on my face as I watch him lock the door before jogging back over to the car.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t find the keys” He smiles starting up the car and pulling out of our driveway.

“ I can’t wait to get to the cabin for a few days” You sigh contently. The cabin was your happy place and Tig knew that, so whenever he could get a day or two off, that’s where he would take you.

“Yeah I’ve got it all planed out baby doll, make some dinner, have some desert then we’ll head to the bedroom for some fun loving” I laugh as he says this watching out the window as we exit Charming

“Looks like you’ve got it all planned out baby” I say smiling lovingly at him before returning my gaze to the window

“Oh yea I’ve been-”

“STOP THE CAR!” The car comes to a screeching halt as Alex looks as me like I’ve gone insane, which maybe I have.

“What the fuck Y/N?” I don’t answer him as I throw open the passengers side door and run over to the side of the road, Tig not far behind me.

“I saw a dog..” I mutter looking around the bushes for the small dog that I had seen walking into the forest area.

“It was probably a rabbit or something babe, their aren’t any houses up here except for the cabin. I don’t think that a dog would be-” I am quick to stop him as I spot the dog in the bushes

“Oh really is that why the dog is rolling around in the dirt Tiggy?” He raises an eyebrow before looking past me his face melting as he sees the little dog no older than about 6 months old. Alex drops to his knees and the dog immediately seeks his comfort and the look on Tig’s face makes my heart melt.

“Hey little guy, where did you come from huh bubby?” Tig asks while picking the little bundle up and brining him over to me, he pulls his attention away from the dog and locks his sky blue eyes with mine “I think we should take him up to the cabin with us” Tig says with a look of concern in his eyes and I give him a soft smile, moving forward to move his hair away from his eyes

“Yea I think we should, I mean we can’t leave him out here” Tig nodded in agreement as we made our way back to the car. I grab a blanket that we keep in the trunk to wrap around the small dog while we drive the rest of the way up to the cabin.

The rest of the night was spent giving the dog a bath and something to eat, I had no doubt in my mind that we where going to fall in love with the little guy. I watched from the couch as Alex played with the dog on the ground, it was jumping up on him and trying to grab Alex’s black curls with his sharp teeth making me laugh as Tiggy tried to get away laughing loudly as he does so. “I love him” I say and Tig gives me a look at say that he thought the same “We need to keep him Alex, I mean we’ve been talking about getting a dog for so long and this one is perfect babe” I say joining Tig on the floor the puppy immediately coming over to greet me. I watch Tig face as he has what looks like an internal debate with himself but when the smile formed on his lips I knew that he wanted the dog just as much as I did.

“THANK YOU!” I shout throwing myself on top of Tiggy and placing a kiss on his lips and placing my self on his lap.

“No problem Doll” He mumbles against my lips a smile on his face but we are quickly separated as our new dog jumps up and starts licking my face “Okay that has to stop”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Juice

“OH MY GOD” I shout as I fall back onto the bed groaning loudly afterwards. I hear something fall from down stairs and someone sprinting up the stairs the next thing I know Juan is in the door way of our bedroom, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looks round the room frantically.

“What happened! Are you okay?” He askes while walking over and looking over my body checking over for any harm.

“I’m okay Juan” I laugh as his reaction giving him a reassuring smile “I just saw this puppy on the adoption website, I mean look at his little face!” I shove the laptop in his face, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the brightness. He takes the laptop out of my hands and takes the seat next to me on the bed before beginning to scroll through the website.

“You wanna tell me why you’re looking through a dog adoption site?” He asks while not taking his yes off of the screen.

“I always do it, I love dogs” I say shrugging “it’s no big deal I’m just looking I mean I know that you would never get one because of the mess and-” I’m cut of by Juice suddenly looking up.

“You want a dog?” Your caught off guard by the question but you simply nod your head.

“A dog would be nice…but babe you hate mess and a puppy is very messy-”

“If you want a dog then you can have a dog no ifs not buts, come we are going so the shelter” And that’s what you did. He drove you down and let you pick whatever one you wanted and took them home. It took a while and some adjusting to your lives but the little guys finally fit into your lives and Juice didn’t hate him as much as you though he would

Originally posted by glassbonespaperskin

Happy

I hummed quietly and softly to myself as I worked on the dinner for tonight. I hadn’t seen Happy a lot this week so you thought that this would be a good opportunity to catch up with one another and have a romantic night in together. However this was interrupted when you heard noises coming from outside your front door. A confused look over comes your face as you stare at the front door where the whining sound was coming from. Making your way towards the door the noice gets louder and louder and when you open the door you are shocked as to what you find. Sitting in a basket in front of your door step was a little puppy playing with the blankets in its blanket.

“Aww baby, what are you doing out here in the cold?” You question and at the sound of your voice the little dogs head snaps up and if immediately tries to escape the blanket in an apparent to get to you. You smile at the dog as you make your way forward and pick up the blanket and once you have the puppy wastes no time in attacking your face with kisses making you laugh loudly. You don’t hesate to take the dog inside and place him by your feet in the kitchen as you worked after having given him a plate of meat. Around half an hour later you hear Happy’s bike pulling up out side but do not move from your position. As Happy walking into the kitchen expecting to have you greet him with a kiss he finds you one the tiled floor with a little dog using one of his socks as a chew toy.

“You got a dog?” Turning to smile at your old man he replies with an uncertain look.

“No, well yes and no. I found him outside our front door, someone must have left him out their” you shrug simply then continue to play with the dog. Happy continues to watch you interact with the puppy a smile pulling at the corners of his lips before he snaps out of it.

“I don’t want a dog” he stares firmly making you scoff

“Good because she’s not your dog, she’s mine” you say in a matter of fact tone while picking up your new family member and walking over to Happy sighing when you see the frown on his face.

“I promise baby, I’ll train her and she’ll be not trouble. Come on, I mean just look at this face” you says holding the small dog up in fort of his face. The dog simply sniffs Hap’s fave before licking him.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend for life” you giggled as Happy made a disgusted face before running over to the sink to wash his face .

“Keep that dog away from my face” that’s all you had to hear before you spent the rest of the night chasing Happy around the house with the dog.

Originally posted by petcornerblog

persephone .two.

 bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - story has been bumped to three chapters, so don’t kill me at this outcome - have faith in your gal, ok? - 2/3

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“There are plenty of ways to die
but only love can kill and keep
you alive to feel it.”
—Leo Christopher

“Betty…”

She has her suitcase open in front of her, her last box stacked by the door of her now bare room. The bed looks lonely in its position against blank walls. The photos of her and her friends all packed away in an album somewhere, ready to be loaded into her dad’s car for their drive down to Cleveland just a couple days away.

Turning her head, Betty sees her father leaning against the doorway, watching as she folds a shirt and tosses it into the case. Part of her feels extremely guilty for leaving him here alone. She thinks of him by himself in this big house and feels something akin to a fist squeezing her heart at the thought.

“I know I’ve already asked you, but—“

“This isn’t about Jughead, dad.” Betty tells him, turning back to her neatly folded clothes before sighing and lowering herself to sit on the bed. She gives a halfhearted shrug and plays with the loose stitch of her sweater. “I mean, part of it is. But, it’s more than that. More than him.”

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anonymous asked:

Enma, Tsuna and Dino falling in love with someone they greatly underestimted? I love you guys so much and excited for the new admins!!

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Enma

Enma stared at you some more and honestly thought you were a prank, a joke, a twisted little trick designed to insult him. How can you possibly help with finding the embezzler who was robbing him blind right under his nose when you were so frail and fragile looking? You weren’t even a hitman! You were nothing but a glorified pencil pusher! How could you possibly help with this problem?

Still Tsuna recommended you and his best friend knew this incident needed to be kept discreet of the Shimon will be a laughingstock. Spurning you would be similar to spitting into his best friend’s eye so he allowed you to do as you will. He decided to give you everything you asked for even as he swore to keep an eye on you at all times.

Luckily you didn’t ask for much. You were quite content working in a tiny little table in the corner or Enma’s office poring through the ledgers he had personally hauled for you and dumped on the floor by your feet. He was a little hesitant when you asked for a computer but he shrugged and gave in eventually after a few terse warnings to not steal any of the information.

You were never offended his subtle little accusations and as the days pass by Enma noted how you treated him and his Family with sincere respect and not just out of fear or duty. You had ever gotten fond of Rauji and even Kaoru was becoming quite protective of you. Shittopi approved of you by floating by your workstation with food whenever you forgot to eat because you were working so hard since you weren’t judgmental nor cirtical and Adel found you quite likable. Enma had caught his right hand woman conversing with you pleasantly or dragging Julie off by the ear when he came by just to flirt. Hell even Koyo was opening up to you by showing off.

Enma was quite convinced you had his whole Family in a magic spell.

On the other hand he could not help admiring how dedicated you were. He found you working on that same corner as soon as he entered his office and left you there still working late at night. It was as though were working like a machine.

It had gotten so bad that he had to carry you to bed a few times when he came by in the middle of the night to check on you when he couldn’t sleep and saw you sleeping on the table.

You asked for nothing but the barest of necessities and had been sincerely grateful for anything extra they provided. It made him wonder how you could be so happy over something so small.

He couldn’t help but be amazed at your dedication and the strength of your will and determination even though you possessed no Flame. He couldn’t help but watch you and take note of the fact that you were… beautiful. And most of all he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have all of that intensity and dedication focused on him.

The day you found the culprit you approached him with no joy on your face despite your success. In fact there was only sadness there and sympathy as though you knew this betrayal would hurt him. And it did. Because the embezzler they were after was one of the first captains who have sworn loyalty to him when the Shimon started gathering power again.

The night after Enma had to kill his subordinate and stayed inside his office to get drunk and brood you came to him and offered your condolences. And the genuine compassion in your eyes did him in. Before he knew he was in your arms and he was clutching you to him desperately as you welcomed his sadness. As you shared the burden of his pain. You refused to let go of him till morning.

You triggered something needy in Enma’s heart and before he knew it he had grabbed you around the waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he made you sit on his lap, seeking comfort in your scent. And then he was kissing you, ignoring your surprise.

When Enma woke up to find you wrapped around him and stared at your face he only had one thought in his mind.

He called Tsuna as he stared down at your form sleeping on his bed to tell him you won’t be coming back to the Vongola anymore.

Tsuna

It had been a complete puzzle to him that Reborn would even allow you to be a part of his personal set of bodyguards. Guards that would be with him when his Guardians can’t be. It was supposed to be an elite group handpicked by the greatest hitman himself to shield him from any sort of harm.

So why in the world was someone so small and frail included in this handpicked group?

He fought the urge to ask his old tutor because the way the hitman cocked his brow at him basically dared him to ask so he didn’t. He chose to ignore you existence altogether thinking he might have to protect you instead when the time came. It was a troublesome thought.

He bonded well with his other bodyguards. They were all very confident and easy going people who were all fond and loved their Decimo. As with everyone who came close to him they were all drawn to him like moths to a flame. He ignored your existence but you never seemed to mind. You always stood in the outskirts of the group like an oddly placed thumb. But you never complained. Never.

Tsuna kept on ignoring you until one particular incident.

It was a Don meeting, supposedly peaceful. This Boss was supposed to be a long-time ally so Tsuna was prepared for a few laughs and drinks. He had been joking and laughing about it with his other bodyguards when suddenly, the men this other don brought slowly brought out guns with a few more men hidden in the false walls carrying more fire power.

By the time Tsuna noticed something was wrong he was almost too late.

And then suddenly you step in front of him and the other bodyguards calmly, shielding them all with a thick, dense, Cloud Flame that neutralized all the bullets shot at them. Tsuna’s eyes widened at the sight of your Flames coming out of your back like a par of wide, purple wings shielding him from harm.

The sight of your power made you stunning but the fragility of your face and form made you look like an angel. Tsuna was stunned at your utter beauty.

And then chaos ensued and the other bodyguards made short work of the enemy. After interrogating their Don it seemed as though the man was forced into it by an enemy Famiglia who had kidnapped his heir. His initial refusal was met with the delivery of his son’s hand the next day.

Tsuna sent Yamamoto and Ryohei to search and destroy and eventually rescue the hostage.

After that Tsuna found his eyes following your every move. He made a point for you to always be by his side and talk to you more, curious about uncovering everything there was about you.

You weren’t exactly talkative and the more you answered it seemed to Tsuna that you became more mysterious as you did so. Every day he discovered something new about you. Every day you became an obsession.

He started bristling every time someone even came near you. Your non-existent presence became his whole world. Afterwards he didn’t care if you were an elite. The thought of you being hurt had become unacceptable to him.

You try to keep things professional between you but Tsuna wanted none of that. And you couldn’t do anything about it when he took you to bed and claimed you.

He should know that there was no way you could deny your Sky.

Dino

The first time Dino saw you he had thought you were nothing but a misinformed fool of no consequence or power.

For sex, Dino uses a paid, professional escort. He never uses a Family member for sex because he didn’t want internal disputes coming up.

This professional escort turns out to be your sister and she falls in love with Dino despite the waiver he had her sign about never becoming emotionally involved with him. When she starts making demands of his time he pays her a significant amount of hush money and discards her.

Heartbroken, your sister comes to you claiming she was pregnant by Dino and that he paid her money to get rid of the child. You react with furious righteousness, takes the money and doubles it with your own savings to throw all that cash at the Cavallone don’s face when you found him. “We don’t need your money. I will raise her child myself.” To which you earn Dino’s interest. Your protectiveness and the strength of your will attracted him.

Dino had Romario hunt down your personal info and casually bullies your Boss into calling you in his office before kicking your Boss out. You come in surprise at finding him and your sister in the office. Moments later he makes your sister tell you the truth that the pregnancy was false and what her job really was.

At first you thought he was just forcing your sister to tell you all this but then your sister bitterly tells you the truth before walking out in a bad temper.

“I apologize for the accusations, Don Cavallone, I’m sorry if I offended you,” you look him directly in his golden brown eyes staring steadily right back at you making you shiver because it felt like he was stripping you down on the spot. “But she’s my sister. I will take full responsibility for her wrongs.”

Dino then tells you the only way he’ll accept an apology is if you become his new paramour.

Seeing your hesitation he exploits your sense off honor and family until you give in. He makes you sign the same waiver your sister signed but you added a time constraint on the clause that you would only agree to be his sex toy for a year and that you will be allowed to keep your present lifestyle. After the contract then you will be allowed to sever all strings with the Cavallone don. Dino agrees in amusement thinking it wouldn’t matter.

Dino’s sex was surprisingly tender. It took time before you allowed yourself to enjoy him. Your hesitation only fed his interest in you. You would never know that, while he had had only paid your sister a visit once every other month, his visits to you were as often as every other day. And if he found he could afford to do so, he would never let you leave his side. You have had to remind him that he agreed to let you keep your job.

He becomes obsessed with you and frustrated that he couldn’t pin down your will other than when he had you beneath him. It led him to making sure he knew where you were and who was interacting with you.

When he finds out that a coworker had asked you out on a date and you agreed thinking it would be better to build a real relationship other than the contracted one purely physical one you have with Dino he goes coldly berserk and finds the bar the coworker took you to. You stare in shock when he wordlessly punches the man’s teeth in and drag you away.

The sex after that bordered on violent but thrilling in the way that he placed you under a crippling amount of foreplay before shoving himself inside you so deep all you could do was scream out his name.

He is now trying to get you to sign another contract. A marriage one.

batbaebeyond  asked:

Once, when Damian had patrol off one night he had a really bad nightmare. Which led to a mini panic attack when he woke up, and Bruce and the fan were still on patrol. So Damian goes off and snatches a piece of clothing from everyone's room and hunkers down on Bruce's bed until he's calm and falling asleep again. Bruce walks in his bedroom after patrol to find a small ball of warm Dami and promptly melts a little on the inside. Damian wakes up in the morning to being cuddled to death by Bruce.

😭😭 this is so beautifuuuul

Because Damian grabbing a garment that belongs to each of his siblings and hiding out in Bruce’s bed means he’s seeking comfort and safety. And that means his family makes him feel safe. And Bruce unraveling to find his son seeking the comfort of his father, even the idea of his father, because he went to go hide where his dad sleeps is so :’)

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: My wifi is out at home, and i went through a lot of trouble to get this to you! But here it is! So, Enjoy! :D

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I’m going to kill him. I don’t know what he was doing…or why he was talking to her, but I don’t want him being anywhere near her again! I almost watched her get trampled whilst the bastard just-‘

‘Hoseok! Calm down! She’ll hear you.’

Their voices were so clear you might as well have been in the room with them, although they had yet to say anything of use to you despite the constant to and fro of Hoseok’s angry tone and Namjoon’s calm, collected words.

You know he’s just upset after what happened…he probably just needed to talk to someone-‘

‘WELL HE SHOULDN’T BE TALKING TO HER! HE SHOULDN’T BE TALKING TO-…HE SHOULDN’T EVEN BE ALLOWED NEAR ANY OF THEM!-‘

‘HOSEOK! Keep your voice down!’

‘Why isn’t father dealing with him? He has only himself to blame! He shouldn’t have left her-‘

Hobi?’

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II

Summary: You’ve known Jughead for a large portion of his life. You were there as his family struggled when his father got fired, and you were there when they all went their separate ways. Jughead kept to himself most of the time, and since your brother was a Southside Serpent, you took it upon yourself to look after Jughead’s father. You get closer to his dad, as well as Jughead, falling for the writer. You realize, to get things back to the way they were, you have to step in yourself and do the mending. But after all this time and with problems of your own, can you get Jughead and his dad back on their feet?

Word Count: 1512

Originally posted by riverdalegifs

Back on His Feet Masterlist

If you knew PJ well, after what happened yesterday, he’d go seek comfort from his best friend.

Whiskey.

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The White Queen (ch5)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 8743 || more fics

summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers)
chapter word count: 2864
chapters: 5/?
a/n: straight up i got so sad writing this lmao, but it’s cool. i’m fine.

warning: suicidal thoughts


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Oliver stared at the ceiling as he lay in a hospital bed. Every part of his body hurt, but he didn’t really care about the outward wounds. His heart hurt the most. The depression radiated through his chest. It ached in the most painful way. He didn’t feel like he even deserved to be in that hospital bed, but he didn’t have much of a choice. When Felicity lost consciousness, he got them to the closest hospital. Walking into an ER looking the way he did, meant that he wasn’t able to simply leave her and run off.

He didn’t deserve to be patched up and cared for, which is why he turned down any kind of pain killer. Didn’t deserve to be in the same room as Felicity right now. He was a monster and now she knew. She’d seen him during the dark days and brought so much light into his life. But there was no way for her to know the extent of his darkness. How deeply it ran through him. As much as he wanted to pretend the monster inside was some separate being, it wasn’t. He was the monster and the monster was him.

Oliver should have done what he planned to months ago. Cut everyone off. They wanted to be there for him after he killed Billy, but he wasn’t worthy of their love or their help.

Beside him, Felicity started to stir. Her heart monitor beeped faster.

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celestial-demigod-deactivated20  asked:

"you smell really nice" angst

I didn’t know what character you wanted this with, so I went ahead and picked myself! Hope that’s okay;;


“Mm, you smell really nice” he murmured into her neck as he dragged his lips across her skin. He smiled when he heard her laugh, still hoarse from just waking up.

“I told you, that tickles!” MC giggled, snuggling into his chest.

He loved spending early mornings with her like this; free to show affection without the pressure of anyone’s expectations of them. He wasn’t the sharp-shooting Ambassador or the son of an infamous politician; he was simply a man seeking the comfort of his girlfriend’s gentle touch. Shuichi flipped MC around so she was facing him, and he kissed her on the forehead. His hands found his way to her dark locks, and he ran his fingers through her hair. The motion sent the scent of her shampoo into the air, which made Shuichi smile once again. He always found her scent intoxicating, a fact that he would rarely admit out loud. He became lost in his thoughts until the sensation of MC nibbling on his lower lip brought him back to reality.

“What do you say we stay inside since it’s our day off? I’ll get up and make us espresso in a bit” she said, a lopsided smile on her face. The simple expression made his heart race, and he brushed her hair behind her ear.

“That sounds lovely” he replied softly.


Shuichi jolted up with a start. The vivid dream felt all too real, and he took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The man rubbed his temples and looked to his side, noticing how large his bed felt without her beside him.

“I never should have pushed her away,” he revealed to no one in particular, his voice ringing out eerily in the stifling darkness.

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Imagine #62 || Request #40

A/N: Imagine follows Teen Wolf’s season 3 episode 2: Chaos Rising (the first part anyway), hope this one’s something you guys would enjoy! A gain, hopefully I can retrieve every single file I that got lost so I could post more imagines, so please be patient with me because I have a long list of drafts already lined up with the imagines.

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“You know, I’m starting to not like this idea.”

Isaac continued to pace in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the loft, his heart beating faster than it should because of his nervousness. His lean but muscular built showed just how tense he was as the afternoon sun shone through the glass window.

“It sounds kinda dangerous.”

“You’re giving me a headache,” you spoke up, groaning as you rubbed your temples with three of your middle fingers of each hand before leaning back on the almost worn out sofa. You were nervous too about this plan because you weren’t as sure as Derek that it would work-seeing that your trust, as well as Isaac’s, was now leaning towards Scott, Derek was iffy for you.

The werewolf only ignored you.

“You know I definitely don’t like this idea.” Isaac continued to mumble, more to himself that to the occupants of the room. “I don’t like him.”

You groaned again, while Derek just rolled his eyes.

“You’ll be fine.” The alpha reassured his beta.

After a few seconds of silence, which you were thankful for, Isaac spoke yet again.

“Does it have to be him?” he questioned.

“Oh, my god stop. Please,” you mumbled, sighing in frustration as you now positioned yourself more comfortably on the sofa with both legs now resting on the soft cushion.

“He knows how to do it, I don’t.” Derek answered, but not catching the werewolf look towards you.

“She doesn’t know either,” he added. “It would be more dangerous if I would do it myself-the same goes for Y/N.”

The blue eyes that looked at you grew more sad and worried.

“Hey, if I knew, I’d do it.” You spoke, sitting upright and looking back at him, hoping that you were enough of a support for him to do this even though you yourself was somehow doubtful of the plan.

“You know Scott doesn’t him trust, right?” Isaac spoke after a short silence, your facial expression only agreed to what he said as he turned to look back at Derek.

“And, personally I trust Scott.” He added.

“I second that,” You agreed, raising a hand.

“Well, do you trust me?” Derek asked, looking at you then to Isaac.

“…Yeah,” Isaac answered.

“You hesitated.” You mouthed to Isaac, pointing it out and making him suddenly look at you with wide eyes that said ‘be quiet.’ You could only give a light chuckle that would hopefully lighten up the very tense room.

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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)

May Allāh ease the pain of every heart that suffers in silence

I sincerely pray for every one of you, that are going through something, that Allāh heals your broken heart, that He azza-wa-jall grants you that which khayr for you.

And don’t forget my dear, that Allāh is there for you. He knows whats bothering you, He is aware of your situation.
Trust Him, because by Allāh there is no one on this earth that is able to help you than He.
He azza-wa-jall is always there for His servants.
Go back to Him, seek His comfort and His remedy.