she is thirteen when this happens let's just have a moment of silence for that fact

Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”


    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.

Moon of Fire Part iv (Sastiel Sequel)

*NSFW* Thank you guys for your amazing Sastiel support! I love seeing your reactions on each part, and every time you notice the little things I add, it puts a massive smile on my face! And to @azrielsiphons  for your Azriel blessings, you are a gem, Moe. I hope everyone enjoys this very fluffy part of Sastiel’s story.

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v


“ASTERIN STOP,” Seraphine yelled.
The Ironteeth witch didn’t listen.
Asterin jumped from her wyvern, her dark golden hair swaying in the night breeze. The rest of the Thirteen encircled them from above. They were armed with deadly bows and arrows that were aimed towards Kastiel. Seraphine’s heart hammered against her chest.
“Asterin stop,” she tried again.
But the challenge in Azriel’s eyes made Asterin livid.
She didn’t back down from what could only be a great fight.
“He’s mine,” she declared to no one in particular—yet to everyone all at once.
Azriel parried her blow with his own sword.
The clang of metal on metal was loud—deafening—ringing all around them and out into Oakwald Forest.
Seraphine and Kastiel watched on as Asterin met his sword again, her attacks seemingly random, yet precise all at once. It was almost beautiful, the way they calculated each other’s advances. Asterin always the first to strike, and Azriel, meeting her every blow. He never raised his sword to maim—only to defend.
Azriel’s shadows swirled around him, around his open wound where the tip of Asterin’s arrow still made a home in his chest.
You could tell that this aggravated Asterin, the way he was the one who was injured, disadvantaged, wounded, yet he was playing with her, toying with the Wing Leader of the Thirteen.
Asterin threw her sword to the ground.
Azriel, raised his eyebrows in reply as if to say this is how we’re fighting now?
She ran towards him, her nails coming up to his face, the iron tips glinting in the moonlight. Asterin swiped her iron claws towards Azriel’s face. He flared his wings behind him, dodging her attacks.
The Ironteeth witch snarled.
She tried again—her right hand coming towards his face, whilst her left hand grabbed his upper arm. A more calculated attack—an attack only a Wing Leader would dare.
Azriel was caught in surprise as her iron teeth bit into his skin.
Taking advantage of his stunned expression, Asterin twisted her body, coming down low to kick Azriel’s legs from under him.
But he anticipated her move.
In fact, it was as if, he wanted it to happen.
Azriel exploded into mist and shadows, before appearing behind Asterin.
His arm encircled around her, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling behind her.
Azriel’s sword met the soft part of her neck.
“That was different,” he whispered into her ear.
And when they met eyes, when Asterin saw his shadows, was surrounded by it, she smiled, revealing her iron teeth, stained with Azriel’s blood.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.12

A/N: Okay, I already know this sucks so I’m terribly sorry, but my friend said it doesn’t sooo… I don’t have much to say this time, so yall know to get this to 100 notes and send in some feedback for the next part. Again, I’m sorry for this shitty chapter, but I hope y'all enjoy💕

**WARNING**: Draaammaaa

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

The sound of Calum’s phone ringing reverberated around the white walls of the hotel room. He ignored it at first, but soon remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the room the second he felt your warm breath against his neck. He reached to grab his phone from the bedside table and answered without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” He sighed out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, Calum, how’s it going?”

“Besides the fact it’s nearly four in the morning, I’ve been doing well.”

“It’s almost one in the afternoon, mate.”

“I’m in London.” Calum groaned.“Did you need anything, David?”

“Well, we have some issues we need to discuss concerning this new "gold digger” of yours. Care to fill me in?“

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Taken [Chapter 3]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15

“One, two, three. One, two, three.” Chen claps his hands loudly, expecting you to follow his beat. “Come on, you’re supposed to count for yourself. I’m not going to be there to count for you.”

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Seventeen’s reaction to you get in a car accident / Hip Hop Team

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 
Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! 


“Hyung, but we must –”  

“Minghao you came to complain??”  

It’s a quiet day, they have no practice and Seungcheol decided to take a walk thinking about what to give you for your first anniversary.  

Minghao teases him, so much so that they find themselves bickering jokingly while he realizes he is close to your office. With a huge smile, he fills that distance just to be greeted by a strange smile of your colleague.  

“Jeahee, what’s going on?”  

“They didn’t warn you..?”  

And when the news succeeds in breaching his mind, everything becomes black. Minghao is upset but manages to keep the cold blood necessary for him.  

“Hyung, come on, I’ll walk you to the hospital.”  

Silently the tears began to fall on his cheeks, while he still doesn’t say a single word. It’s as if his world had lost color all of a sudden. When they arrive at the hospital, it’s Minghao to guide him to the room to be locked by a doctor who emphasizes that it is the intensive care department. The fact that you are in that department destroys, even more, his heart and he whispers to Minghao to help him sit somewhere because he feels his own legs weak as jelly.  

He finds himself fixing an indefinite point in the wall, while around him everything flows quickly and without any value while Minghao tries to get information from any doctor and nurse he meets. He sobs, clenches his hands, wondering why you. He just wants to know that you’re okay because the idea of having to live without you is incredibly unbearable.  

“Hyung said she’s in serious condition but she will make it, in short, she’s a strong girl.”  


He doesn’t like to show his weak side, he’s the one who always assumes all responsibility, especially as a leader of the group but at that moment he can’t hold that mask, and hides his face against the friend’s shoulder starting to cry desperately.  


“So my teacher told me that I have to apply more or he wil–”  


Being forced to feel his girlfriend only with a phone call, because of the tour, isn’t pleasant to Wonwoo, but it’s the only solution at that time. He waits with patience that you answer since you interrupted the phrase but he can hear only strange noises in the background.  

“Y/N? Hey? Why don’t you answer me? What’s going on? ”  

Immediately the panic begins to make its way into him, which however manages to keep the blood cold to close the phone call and wait five minutes to call your best friend. If something happened he’s aware that she will know it immediately.  

And that’s how, even if his hands tremble, he makes up MaRin’s number, who responds immediately, making him understand that there is something wrong. She’s in tears and the only thing he can hear is “they are taking her to the hospital, she was helping a child in the middle of the road and a car swerved.”  

I think Wonwoo, usually one of the calmest, would be the first to lose control. He slams the phone against the wall, causing the glass to break, while a desperate scream resonates in the room and Mingyu, locked in the bathroom, goes out of the way observing first the phone and then him. The fact of being away thousands of miles, not being able to be by your side, is literally destroying Wonwoo who fails to explain to the friend what’s going on, but starts to walk back and forth to the room, passing many times his hands through his hair hysterically trying to convince himself that you are well, that is nothing serious.  

“Use mine.. Call Marin and ask if she has any news. ”  

The calm of Mingyu somehow manages to reassure him, albeit in a mild way, and nodding he takes his phone and composing that number, praying within himself that the news is good. Because you’re his anchor, it’s thanks to you if he has withstood all those years and knows that if he loses you, he will lose even himself.  


You’re driving while you’re talking about the movie you just finished watching. He loves your voice, so he just lets you talk and looks at you with all the love he feels for you. No one realizes you’re still at the traffic lights when a tremendous kickback catches you by surprise.  

What he realizes shortly after, slightly dazed because of the noise and the slight pain that he feels at his neck, is that you have the face pressed against the voltage and blood that comes out of your ear.  

It’s hard to pull the belt out, he’s cursing that you still have to put it because you were just out of the cinema, approaching his hand to your face, but hearing a suffocated voice telling him not to touch you. And that’s what disturbs him most of all, he must help you and makes sure you’re okay because he has this feeling of pain that gripping his chest or rather his heart.  

In the distance, he hears the ambulance sirens and waits patiently, while calling over and over again your name without the slightest result. I don’t think he would cry, at least not in the immediate. Mingyu has always been one of the most compounds, little inclined to cry but because he simply bottles all his emotions inside and it’s only when he’s in the ambulance, a different from yours, that some tears glide along his face but the paramedic tries somehow to reassure him.  But only you can do it, only you can drive out that huge weight onto his shoulders.  

A few hours have passed, the guilt is devouring him while waiting in the waiting room for your news. And he’s forced to tell whoever arrives what happened, without warning the other seventeen’s members because he doesn’t want to disturb them.  

Yet they present themselves there and it’s the moment when he finally collapses. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t despair, but simply appreciates the delicate hug of Junhui, who is the first to approach him.  

“They don’t tell us anything.. It’s just a rear-end collision, then why they don’t tell us anything…? ”  

“Try not to think about it, she’ll be fine.“ It’s the answer, as delicate as his embrace, that Jun gives him but he fails to reassure himself, even the anxiety continues to devour him even more. Anxiety and guilt, because he’s practically unscathed while it’s about you that he has no news. And it’s at that moment that he realizes how really his world turns around you.  


Vernon is famous for being an incredibly loving person with his family, especially with sister Sophia. And she met you thanks to her because you’re the eldest sister of her classmate. After six years he even found the courage to ask you out and now it’s a year that you’re together, for him you are part of his family in ways that he didn’t think possible.  

It’s dinner time, all thirteen are in the living room that chat, bicker, sing and above all eat. But Vernon has a strange feeling, especially since you haven’t answered for three hours to his messages. Not that he will do it promptly but that’s your job.  

“Something wrong, Vernon?” Seokmin asks, sitting next to him playing cards with Chan and Sooyoung.  

He’s going to answer when your mother’s number appears on his phone’s screen and it’s the second alarm bell for him. He responds and remains silent all the time of the call, almost as if it had petrified him.  

“Hey, Hyung..?” Chan waved his hand in front of his eyes, but he didn’t react. His gaze is fixed on the wall, the phone pressed to his ear but no signal of life in his eyes.  

Without saying anything he gets up and goes out of the room, then exit straight from the apartment and get down to the garage where the vans, which their manager usually use, are parked.  

“Vernon you can’t drive, second you’re not in the condition anyway. Come on. “ 

He would never have expected to see Jihoon at his side, which almost drags him away and looks at him without expressiveness, letting himself be dragged and walking as if he were an automaton. He has no strength to do anything, nor to react, nor to cry, or to speak. It’s as if his life had been sucked away in just one moment.  


“You forget I’m her best friend.”  

In silence they walk, Jihoon swears against the passers who walk too slow but Vernon is in his world, even realize that they have arrived at the hospital and even notices your sister hiding in his arms shortly thereafter. He automatically hugs her, caresses her hair but feels as if he weren’t inside his own body as if he were looking at the scene from the outside.  

“What happened?”  

“A pirate of the road has invested her while she was crossing the stripes..”  

It’s the only thing that he hears and he tightens the grip more on your sister, letting her weep all her tears and thinking, for the first time in his whole life, that perhaps hating someone is not as difficult as he had always thought.  

take this burden - part 19

[ ends of the earth - lord huron ]


They woke to Rou flinging the door open and loudly informing them that there were pancakes downstairs.

‘Jesus, Rou, what if we’d been naked?’

‘Absolutely nothing.’


She walked off.

‘Should I be offended?’ He Tian asked.

‘That’s a safe bet.’

They’d shifted slightly as they slept.

Somehow, Felix had acquired the majority of the blanket.

When He Tian didn’t get out of the bed, Mo Guan Shan climbed over him.

He Tian followed him to the bathroom.

Mo Guan Shan said something unintelligible, his mouth full of toothpaste.


Mo Guan Shan spit.

‘Did you bring a toothbrush?’

‘No, I completely spaced. I’m fine until we get home.’

‘You can use mine if you want.’

‘Isn’t that kind of…gross?’

‘Compared to what? Spending the day with un-brushed teeth?’

He Tian had no response.

He took the toothbrush when Mo Guan Shan offered it to him.

Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub while he cleaned his teeth.

‘Sorry about last night.’

He Tian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I try not to drink that much on a regular basis. I hope I wasn’t too bad.’

‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ He Tian asked warily.

‘Taking a shower.’

He Tian sighed in intense relief.

‘Shit, did I do something stupid?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘Nope, you just went to sleep.’

‘Are you lying?’

‘Only a little.’

‘We didn't…’

‘No. I like to think that you’d remember that.’

‘I didn’t mean it like-’

‘I know, I’m kidding.’

He Tian spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out

‘So what’s the plan?’

‘I’m going to get some more of my stuff packed up and get Felix ready. We can head out after breakfast.’

‘Is there anything else you want to do while we’re here? Visit friends?’

Mo Guan Shan considered that for a moment before shaking his head.

‘I’d rather just go home and get settled in.’

He Tian followed him out of the bathroom to help him pack.

‘Home it is, then.’

They ate breakfast and said their goodbyes.

He Tian was surprised when each member of the family hugged him warmly.

‘Come back and visit soon.’ Mo Guan Shan’s mom told them firmly.

‘We will.’ Mo Guan promised.

He Tian tried not to smile.

We, huh?

Mo Guan Shan loaded Felix into the car in his carrier.

He was nothing but a fluffy, ginger, ball of anger and claws.

Mo Guan Shan didn’t ask for the keys this time either.

He relaxed with every mile He Tian put between their car and the city.

‘Sorry about telling my mom that we’re together. She just looked so happy…’

‘It’s ok, really. She wants to know that you’re safe and taken care of. It’s understandable.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘Yeah, i suppose so. You’re not mad though?’

‘Not at all. Why would I be?’

‘Well…you haven’t been in a relationship for thirteen years and I just barge in and tell my parents that you’re my boyfriend. I don’t imagine anyone would like that.’

‘It doesn’t bother me.’ He Tian assured him.

‘Well, thank you.’

‘Any time.’

The redhead rolled his eyes with a small smile.

‘Really? Even Christmas?’


‘I…can’t tell if you’re kidding.’

‘I’m not. They seem really nice. I liked them a lot.’

‘Just be careful. They might get attached and we’ll have to get married.’ He teased.

He Tian laughed.

‘I can think of worse fates.’

There was a long pause.

‘I’m going to tell Jian Yi you said that.’

‘Oh lord, please don’t.’

They both smiled.

‘You seem like you’re feeling better.’ He Tian observed.’

‘I am.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.

‘I’m glad.’

They spent the next few hours in silence, listening to music, lost in thought.

Mo Guan Shan broke the silence.

‘So, what’s up with them? Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Are they planning on getting married or anything? You said they’d been together for, like, a decade.’

‘Ok, I’m going to tell you something, but if you tell Jian Yi I will murder you.’

‘Jesus, I’m not sure if I even want to know now.’

‘Zhengxi has been planning to propose for over two years but hasn’t come up with the right way to do it.’

‘It’s not like he’s going to say no… right?’

‘Absolutely not. Zhengxi just feels like he has to make it special somehow, after all they’ve been through.’

‘Like what?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian winced, realizing he’d said too much.

‘I’m…going to have to let Jian Yi tell you about that. I wouldn’t know about any of it if I hadn’t been around for it.’

‘Are you really going to build it up like that and not tell me?’

He Tian sighed.

He never really talked to anyone so he wasn’t used to censoring himself or keeping secrets.

‘You have to PROMISE me you won’t say anything. Ever.’

‘I promise.’

He Tian hesitated.

‘Zhengxi cheated on him a few years ago.’


‘It wasn’t a huge thing, he didn’t sleep with her or anything-’

‘Her?’ Mo Guan Shan interrupted.

‘Yeah, that was the issue. Jian Yi is a remarkably understanding, forgiving person. But after so many years of Zhengxi telling him he was straight, it was pretty brutal.’

‘I can imagine.’

‘What ended up happening?’

‘Zhengxi stayed with me for almost three months. The girl, she was a friend of theirs, went to Jian Yi taking full responsibility. She was going through her own shit with some guy and said it was entirely her fault and Zhengxi had turned her down.’

‘And Jian Yi forgave him?’

‘Eventually, yeah. He said they should start fresh and let it go.’

‘What happened with the girl?’

‘She quit her job at The Wolf and none of us have heard from her since.’

‘What’s The Wolf?’

He Tian chuckled.

‘That’s my club. The Black Wolf.’

‘Oh…I’m sorry. I feel like I should know that.’

‘I doubt anyone has said the name. Everyone typically just says He Tian’s place.

‘It’s weird, I just realized I’ve never heard you say your own name before.’

He Tian thought about that.

‘I guess I don’t really say my name often. Does anyone?’

‘Probably not.’

‘You do it.’

‘Say your name?’

‘No, yours.’

‘…Mo Guan Shan.’

‘Ok, now mine.’

‘You want me to say your name?’

He Tian flushed.

‘Well, not now that you’ve made it weird.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed softly.

‘He Tian.’

The man in question smiled, his face still bright red.

‘Your turn.’

He Tian tried to clear his head.

‘Mo Guan Shan.’

‘I like your voice.’


‘Really.’ Mo Guan Shan assured him.

‘No one’s ever told me that.’

‘Something tells me there’s a lot of nice things about you that no one’s ever told you about.’

‘Should I be offended by that?’

‘No. I can tell you what I like about you so far, if you want.’

‘You really don’t have to do that.’ He Tian said, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.’

‘But I really want to.’

‘Ok…’ He was expecting a few generic compliments.

‘I like the way your eyes sparkle when you smile.’

‘…thank you.’

‘And the way you squeeze my hand when you laugh.’

He Tian had no idea how to respond to these facts.

‘And the way you offer me a cigarette when you don’t want to smoke alone.’


‘And the way you look away when you’re embarrassed.’


‘And the way you try not to smile when you’re lying.’



‘And the way you turn someone away when they’re clearly drunk and being an idiot.’


‘The way you’ll sleep on the floor because someone selfishly asks you to stay the night.’


‘You. I like you. I really, really, do.’

‘You shouldn’t.’ He Tian whispered.

‘Why not?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, defiant.

‘I have… a lot of baggage.’

‘I don’t care.’

‘You don’t understand.’

‘You’ve handled everything I’ve thrown at you so far.’

‘I guess…’

‘Let me do that for you.’

‘It’s different.’

‘I. Don’t. Care.’


He Tian, you drove me home. I could have stayed there. But I didn’t.’

‘Why didn’t you?’ He Tian asked.

‘If I don’t stick around and, at least, try to figure all this out, I’d hate myself.

‘You’re going to hate me, Mo Guan Shan.’

‘Why don’t you let me figure that out for myself.’

‘I’m not going to-’

‘I’m not asking you to fuck me.’

‘What are you asking me for?’ He Tian asked, honestly confused.

‘Give me a chance. Baggage and all.’

‘Do you want me to be your…’

‘I just want you to be with me while I sleep. Even if it’s on the floor.’

Mo Guan Shan’s confident words didn’t match the way his voice shook.

‘I can do that.’



When Eyes Meet: Part 3

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Kit sat next to her soulmate. She was nervous and couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing. It was one of her more annoying habits. Even Natsume would lay a hand on her knee to make it stop. The combination of her brother being in surgery, finding out her soulmate was Bruce Wayne, and three cups of coffee had her wired.

   He had said it so casually, too. They’d been on their way to the waiting room, when he’d said, “My name is Bruce, by the way.”

   There had only been one Bruce at the party that night, and it had been the man hosting it. Her soul mate was one of the richest and most powerful men in Gotham. Fate was playing a cruel joke, and she was going to register a complaint when her time came.

She’d simply nodded, said, “Of course it is.” And kept walking. They hadn’t said anything else to each other in the hour since.

“Is Seth your only sibling?”

Slowly, her knee stopped bouncing and she turned to the man, “No. He’s one of three. Seth is sixteen. Aki is thirteen. And Natsume is nine. I’m… their guardian.”

His smile was playful, “I know.”

Kit raised an eyebrow, “You do?”

“Jim Gordon is a good friend of mine. I was going to ask him to run a background check, but he already knew you. That was a surprise.”

Kit couldn’t help but smile, “He and my dad were partners back in the day. They walked the same beat. They remained good friends until he died.”

“He told me about that. Said it was a drunk driver.”

Kit could only shrug, “I still have no clue what they were doing out that late. But the guy ran a red light, plowed into them killing them and himself. I’d just gotten in from a girl’s night when I got the call.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my parents when I was eight.”

Kit didn’t know what to say to that. Their murder had been all over the newspapers. Her father had worked a lot of nights in the effort to find their killer. Her mother had talked about the poor boy.

There was another moment of silence before Kit said the only thing she could, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry that it happened.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment before asking, “Will you tell me about your siblings?”

Kit takes the change of subject, “Seth is the oldest. He’s excellent at sports, gets good grades, and he’s always been really popular. I should say was.”

“Mad at the world?”

Kit nodded, “Ever since Mom and Dad died, he’s been picking fights, his grades have tanked, and he’s been kicked off every sports team. He’s been suspended three times, one more and he’ll be expelled.”

“So what you’re saying, is that we have our work cut out for us?”

Kit stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised, “You’re not ready to run for the hills yet?”

He met her gaze head on, “Do I seem like the type of person to run?”

Kit’s mind flashed back to him taking down the thug that had been beating her brother, “Kids and fights are two very different things.”

Bruce inclined his head in submission, “Very true. What about your other siblings?”

Kit’s eyes narrowed, but she continued, “Aki is thirteen going on twenty-one. She’d dramatic, very involved in clubs, but her grades aren’t that great. She wants to be an actress.”

“Big dreams.”

Kit scoffed, “Big headache.”

“What about Natsume?”

Kit smiled, “Nine years old. Boy genius. Fairly withdrawn from kids his own age, and the absolute best kid you’ll ever meet. Ready to run for the hills yet?”

Kit watched as Bruce shifted in his seat, “You seem very certain that I’m going to run.”

“Any sane man would, especially billionaire playboys.”

His lips quirked upwards, “Open the bond.”

“Excuse me?”

“Open the bond. Close your eyes, and focus on that little tugging sensation.” Slowly Kit closed her eyes. The sensation was in her stomach, a metaphysical bond that she had to open. Slowly, she took a deep breath, and then she concentrated. The feelings that came through were ones of certainty and love. It was hard to describe the exact feeling, but it was as though he was wrapping his arms around her, and burying her in warmth.

Taking a deep breath, Kit opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw that his eyes were closed, and he was holding her hand, and his fingers were laced with hers. Slowly, his eyes opened and he met her gaze. With a sigh Kit declared, “You’re insane.”

He smiled, “Alfred would probably agree with you.”

Kit shrugged, her grip tightening on his hand, “At least our lives won’t be boring.” When he let out a deep laugh, she melted a bit inside. Over the next several hours they exchanged little tidbits of information. Neither was particularly interested in sharing anything big. Enough milestones had taken place that night.

Eventually, the surgeon came out and gave the good news. Seth would be fine. The surgery had stopped the internal bleeding, and they’d fixed his collapsed lung. He still had a concussion and a broken leg to deal with. He’d be waking up soon, which left Kit stuck between a hard place and a rock.

She had two younger siblings, at home, fast asleep with a babysitter who had to be to work soon. Then she had a gravely injured, idiot of a brother in the hospital who also needed her.

“Care to share what you’re thinking?”

Kit turned to face Bruce, “I was wondering if you had enough money to clone me so that I could be at home with the younger two and here with the idiot?”

Bruce’s grin scared her a bit, “I can do one better. I can have Alfred go over.”

Kit’s eyes went wide, “No. Nononononono. You are not sending that sweet, old man to my apartment to deal with those terrors.”

The grin never left Bruce’s face, “He dealt with me, he can handle them. What choice do we have?”

“A SWAT team?”

“Katherine,” Kit wondered about the use of her whole name for a minute before he continued, “I don’t have a SWAT team. I have an Alfred, who to be honest, could probably out do the SWAT team.”

Kit slumped in her chair before waving him off to make the call. A little while later, they were allowed into Seth’s room. They were each given a reclining chair, and Kit was out within minutes.

Bruce watched her sleep. She snored lightly, and tended to toss and turn in the chair. He was still wide awake. His schedule was odd, and he was used to staying up late. It came with the territory of protecting Gotham. He stalled for a minute at the realization that he was going to have to have that conversation with her at some point. The poor woman was already tired and stressed out, but in time, he was hoping to ease that burden for her.

The cause of said stress, or at least a third of it, opened his eyes, and Bruce met the boy’s gaze. He was on so many painkillers, he doubted the kid would remember anything for a few days. But Bruce needed to make something very clear. He moved from his chair to the bed, and took a seat on the edge.

He met the boy’s gaze head on, and saw what worried his sister there. His eyes were filled anger and sadness. And beneath that, Bruce saw guilt. Leaning forward he kept his voice low, “You will not do that again. It was a stupid and selfish choice that nearly got you and your sister killed. You will not do it again.”

Anger took over the boy’s gaze, “Not dad.” He slurred.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “You’re right. I’m not your dad. I’m your sister’s soulmate, and the one who took out your would be killer. That makes me your brother, and your new warden. And if you put Katharine through that again, I will personally make sure you don’t leave the house without some sort of tracker or bodyguard until you’re eighteen.”

Bruce watched the realization bloom on the boy’s face, right as the medicine took him back under. Bruce had no doubt they’d have that conversation again, but he was serious. He’d protect Katherine and her family, because they were his family now too.

You Should Know Better Pt.11

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)(Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen)

Summary: After discussing his failing marriage, Joe and Dustin get dispatched to a house party for the second time. 
POV: Joe
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Dustin Ayers, Ryan, Natalie
Word Count: 3800ish
Author’s Note: It’s been like two weeks since I uploaded something simply because I’m lazy. I hope this makes up for it. 
Quote:  “Buck up and fuck?” 



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Sandy Sickness

This is a Manorian fic because I have absolutely zero self-restraint and refuse to do my essay. 

Title: Sandy Sickness

Characters: Mainly Manon and Dorian

Summary: Manon falls ill while moving up north through the desert in search of the Crochan witches. To make matters worse, she is separated from her 13 due to a sudden sandstorm and left to brave it with a certain princeling. 

Manon had dealt with a lot of irritating things her life. The Yellowlegs. Duke Perrington. Her Grandmother. Her Grandmother now trying to kill her. The desert she was currently stuck in. And Dorian, who she was caught between wanting to throttle or choke- though it’s likely he’d enjoy both of those acts. 

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Crush - Chapter 1. Daydreaming.

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: So, as I’m in a state of limbo, I’ve taken it upon myself to slowly edit my way through my old work. This is my first fanfiction I ever did and I think it’s about time I began uploading it on here.

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Finn| Heathens 2/2 |Bálor

Title; Heathens 2/2

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader, Demon!Finn Bálor/Reader

Words; 6,630

Summary; All that’s happened, it is enabling him to take exactly what he wants until he gets what he desires, we’ll be at his whim…

Warnings; NSFW, mentions of deals with devils, oral sex, DemonKing!Bálor has a dirty mouth, voyeurism kink and bloodplay if you squint hard, latex free, hair pulling, biting, violence, some post-assault trauma and aftermath 

A/N: repost from the old blog

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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Paper Hearts

Originally posted by jeoned

drabble: jungkook as your first love. 

It is said that those unlucky enough to lose their first love never truly move on. Each relationship following will be compared to their first lover, every detail carefully examined. It hadn’t been obvious to you at first that you had purposely searched for ideal partners based on your very first, it’s something you had done unconsciously almost as if on instinct. It was playing it safe, sticking to what you knew.

And all that you knew was Jungkook. 

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Out of the Frying Pan (22/?)

Killian nodded, handing his own jacket to the attendant next to them before turning back towards Emma and staring at her like – what had Ruby called it? – like she was the goddamn sun. His mouth opened slowly, like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t remember the words and his eyes flashed, lingering for a moment on the very prominent necklace before drifting down to her waist and back up to her face.

Emma’s stomach tightened slightly at the look – not wholly unexpected, but absolutely uncharted territory. She’d never been looked at like that – not like she was just wanted, but like she was loved. Or something absurd.

That was absurd.

AN: I continue to love all of you and your reaction to this story and it’s pretty much keeping me sane in a very not-sane real-life. A very particular shoutout to @laurnorder who read this chapter at work without realizing what happens in this chapter. That’s the real beta MVP. 

Hanging out on Ao3 and tag’ed up from start on Tumblr

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Yellow. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

Trigger Warning: This imagine contains a panic attack. I love you all so, so, so deeply and so very much. Please listen to the song above, of course if you’d like to. You can listen to it during the imagine or even before you read.

Anxiety: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

What does anxiety feel like? It’s overwhelming, consuming, and hard to escape. It takes your breath away with zero effort, and leaves you feeling completely exhausted.

Panic Attack: A panic attack is a sudden episode of intense fear that triggers severe physical reactions when there is no real danger or apparent cause. Panic attacks can be very frightening. When panic attacks occur, you might think you’re losing control, having a heart attack or even dying.

Existential Crisis: An existential crisis is a moment at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether this life has any meaning, purpose, or value.

|Joe Sugg |

I watch with close eyes as Y/N lays down in our back garden. She’s wearing nothing but her red and navy checkered pyjama bottoms and one of my long grey hoodies while fluffy white socks heat her feet. I don’t know how she can not feel this crippling cold. I’m indoors, standing idly by the heater as a cold shiver races down my spine.

Y/N’s hands are resting on her tummy and I watch intently as she takes slow breaths. I take hold of the small blanket from the radiator and begin to make my way outside, hissing to myself as the cold air hits my cheeks.

As I approach Y/N, I gently drape the blanket over her, seeing her face remain motionless as she continues to stare up into the sky. By the dazed look on her face, I know she’s thinking to herself. Y/N adores star-gazing. It’s her favorite thing to do. I often catch her sitting on our balcony in the middle of the night, sprawled out on a sun chair, gazing up at the dark night blanket that glimmers.

Silence fills the air. The world is still and I feel like time is paused.

I slowly sit down on my knees, before laying down onto my back, mirroring her position, heaving in a deep breath and watching my breath fan out into a small fog. I’m only out the door three minutes and I can feel my knuckles turn white from the cold. I flicker my eyes momentarily over to Y/N and notice how her lips are almost shading blue.

“You’re going to freeze to death out here.” I whisper worriedly, noticing how rosy her cheeks are from the harsh winter wind hitting against them.

“Did you know, in our Milky Way Galaxy alone, there are two hundred to four hundred billion stars?” Y/N speaks, her eyes fixated on the stars glimmering above her.

I shake my head.

“I never knew that.” I whisper in reply, furrowing my brows together as I watch her nod to herself.

Y/N and I have been together for four years. We met in a record shop. I was buying some new LP’s to play on my new record player that I received for my twenty first birthday. It was a gift from my grandmother. The two of us would listen to all of her old records on her actual record player. My grandmother knew how much I adored listening to music through records, so she decided to buy me an up to date, modern record player so I could listen to my tunes.

On the weekend of my birthday, I sauntered into a dusty old record shop, browsing through the many artists that I could choose from and that was when I met my sweet love Y/N. She stood behind the cash register, twirling the dial on the radio in hopes to get a music channel playing. While paying for my records, I used some of my best chat up lines and managed to score a coffee date and now, four years later, I’m the man that gets to kiss her goodnight.

“Did you also know that every star in the night sky is actually bigger and brighter than the sun?” She breathed as I looked from her still body to the mess of stars up in the sky, chuckling slightly in astonishment at this new fact.

“Really?” I ask.


Silence overlaps us again, and I focus my attention on the stars glowing above us.

“I think they’re quite beautiful to look at, don’t you think?” I question, allowing my words to pass through my lips. “They’re all millions of miles away and they still like to come out and glow for us.” I smile, resting my hands on my stomach and hearing Y/N’s gentle breaths, along with a soft murmured ‘yes’.

“It’s impossible to count them all.” She whispers, her eyes staying fixated on the twinkling blanket that shines above us. “But I love them.”

Astrophile: (n) a person who loves stars, astronomy.

“I’d rather look at you than the stars. You’re beauty outshines all of these stars.” I grin cutely, turning my body on it’s side and supporting myself on my elbow, giving Y/N my undivided attention as I gaze at her beauty.

I frown ever so slightly seeing her continue to look up at the stars and wondering if she heard me or if it’s possible that I’m just speaking too quite.

“The fastest spinning objects in the Universe are neutron stars, they can rotate five hundred times in just one second.” Y/N breathes, her eyes twitching ever so slightly, enough for me to notice and I can’t help but wonder how she manages to remember all of these facts.

“They deserve a gold star for all that effort.” I crack a small cheesy joke, raising my eyebrows over to her only to see her lips sit in a line. I sigh slightly and shake my head, knowing that she is far too engrossed with the stars to even take note of my joke.

Y/N has never told me why she loves to stargaze so much. I find it odd, how she loves the stars so much, yet she has never wanted to become an astronomer. Deep down, I feel like I know the answer as in to why she loves to star gaze so much. When you step outside on a chilly winter night and glance up at the night sky and see small, glimmering and breath taking twinkling lights. it is almost as if something special clicks in your mind. It’s hard to put your finger on it but you know something is different. You’re stepping out of the everyday hustle and bustle of the modern world. As a new and younger generation, we are all consumed with technology. We have beeping phones, tablets, laptops and a constant need to be somewhere. When you cross your backdoor to the inky blackness of night, your worries and problems almost fade into the thin air and you stand still in a moment of time. In a way, I feel like it calms her.

“The Milky Way belongs to a cluster of thirty galaxies called the Local Group, which is seven million light years across.” Y/N speaks once more, giving me another fact. Since I’ve sat down beside her, I haven’t once heard her speak a hello or her hear curse about the nippy weather, only facts.

“Our Milky Way is almost as old as our universe. Thirteen billion years.” Y/N mumbles, her eyes squeezing tight. “We’re all just moving through space. We revolve around the sun. The sun revolves around the Milky Way.” I frown at her words and slowly sit up.

“What are we Joe? We are literally tiny specks of dust that can walk and talk, floating through the unknown Universe? What am I doing with my life? What if something happens to our world? Do you know it would take us billions of years to create more people like us on other planets? Joe, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N gasps, her body shooting up from the ground and her hands pressing to her chest.

“I-I’m d-dying. N-no, don’t let m-me die, Joe. W-we’re all just floating pieces of meat, settled on a big rock, hurdling through the u-unknown.” Y/N gasps, her eyes squeezing tight as tears stream down her icy cheeks. Words flying through her lips that don’t make sense.

I can feel my heart rate pick up instantly. I can feel my bones rattle from my fast beating heart as panic surges through me. I wrap my arms around her body and tug her onto my lap, watching her mouth open and close desperately for air.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice. Look at me.” I speak loudly, keeping my voice calm and collected, not wanting to startle or frighten her or make her panic attack worse. I watch as she clutches to her chest, her eyes peeking open as she looks at me desperately.

“This is going to be okay. You’re safe with me. You’re with me and you’re completely fine. This will be okay.” I whisper, running my fingers through her hair while gently running my hand up and down her back in soothing circles, feeling myself panic at the situation.

“Look at the stars. They’re all shining for you.” I breathe, along my voice to stay low. I gently reach up and brush away the tears staining her cheeks.

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Just take one for me.” I encourage her, seeing pain flash across her features as she gasps a large breath. “That’s magnificent, baby. You keep doing that whenever you feel like you can, okay?” I whisper, pressing my lips delicately to her cheek bone.

“You’re not going to die. I’m right here and I’ve got you.” I speak, tucking a strand of her long luscious locks of her hair behind her ear.

“I understand why you’re so scared of space and this situation. I understand your fear. I really do. It’s quite scary and strange to think that we are all just floating particles, eternal souls or as you gracefully describe us, slabs of meat, just flying through space on a large rock. But if it wasn’t for Space and this big burly rock, I would never have got to see or even meet the beauty that is you.” I smile softly, swaying us side to side very slowly.

This wasn’t too new to me. I’ve helped Y/N through many panic attacks before and I know how calming it can be for her when I know and understand her fear. I don’t like seeing her suffer with these panic attacks. I know certain things tend to trigger her panic attacks such as extremely claustrophobic places but I never thought that the one thing I thought she enjoyed, -stargazing-, would give her a panic attack. I can hear my brain feed me information on my ways to calm her down.

There have been certain times when I was unable to calm her. There have been times where I’ve been told by her, to leave her alone, and somehow, she finds certain ways that calm her down significantly. There are times where I need to call my mum and Y/N’s mum since I’m entirely useless in the situation. Then there are panic attacks like this. I can squeeze myself in before the panic attack escalates to something more frightening.

“Remember that time, we were feeding the swans? Remember when that greedy one was cheeky and bit my hand? You laughed so hard that you fell into the lake.” I grinned, trying to keep up conversation with her and thinking back to the many years when I would help Zoe through her panic attacks. “I really wish I had vlogged that, you would have went viral.” I whisper, noticing a shaky smile appear on her lips as I speak about our day out in the park.

“How about that time, I so desperately wanted an ice cream, hm? Remember when you were walking back to me with the ice creams? You somehow managed to drop one of them and for some bizarre reason, it was my ice cream that you dropped.” I smirk, bringing up the time we spent the day in Brighton and Y/N dropped my ice cream, causing a passer by to break down into hysterics.

“How about the first time I kissed you?” I whisper softly, lulling her body into mine closer and seeing Y/N take a deep breath. “Eventually, may I add. It only took me three dates to earn that first kiss.” I tease, seeing a smile play on Y/N’s lips while her hands remain over her heart, her lips capturing a deep breath.

“It was Christmas. We were down at this old coffee shop, run by our two favorite people, Liz and Earl, the most famous elderly people in town. They had decorations filling the entire coffee shop, including mistletoe, it was hung right over the door. When we tried to leave, Liz refused for us to go, unless we kissed. You were blushing like crazy and I was almost sure that you could hear my fast beating heart. Then I slowly leaned in, and our lips met. Your lips were so soft, and they tasted like strawberries and sweet champagne. I remember because you wouldn’t stop talking about how much you loved your new lip balm that felt so wonderful on your lips.” I grin, gently running my thumb across Y/N’s lower lip and running my hand up and down her back as I watch her shoulders and body slowly un-tense.

“And from that moment, I knew that I was truly, deeply, and utterly in love with you.” I smile, watching Y/N nestle her neck into the crook of neck.

“I love you.” Y/N croaks, her voice raspy and I breathe in a deep sigh of relief.

“I love you so much more.” I breathe deeply, pressing my lips to the crown of her head, hugging her body tightly against mine. “So much more.” I murmur, inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Everything is okay, my love. How about, we go inside, and you let me wrap you up and get you warmed up, yeah?” I speak slowly, remaining calm, knowing that her panic attack has ended, but not wanting to startle her or trigger another.

I feel her weakly nod against my chest and that gives me the chance to scoop her up into my arms and lead us back into our house, allowing me to lay her down on our sofa and wrap her up in a cocoon of warm blankets. After clicking the kettle on, I saunter back over to Y/N seeing her watching the latest episode of your/favorite/tv show. I take a seat beside her and tug her into my side, rubbing her arms to heat her up and feeling my panicked thoughts subside.

“I love you, Y/N. Everything will be alright.”


Hello my beautiful lovelies!

How are you all?

I really hope you are having the most amazing day or evening and I really hope you know how much I love you and treasure you. I also hope you know how important you are in this world and how valued you are, you beautiful soul.

I’m back! After almost a month? I think? I could be wrong but I am super sorry for not posting sooner but I am back and I am super exited to write more imagines and series, only if you loves would be interested in reading them of course!

I wrote this imagine last night and I’ve been debating whether or not to post it since I have never had a panic attack. I know that I may not have described a panic attack or the situation of a panic attack correctly and for that I am so deeply sorry. I also really hope that it hasn’t triggered a panic attack for any of you sweet loves. I’ve just seen so many situations of people having panic attacks and I know and have read little messages and comments from you beautiful souls about how you suffer with panic attacks and I just wanted to write a little imagine that I hope might bring comfort since Joe is looking after you in this imagine!

Please don’t be afraid to message me your thoughts and let me know what you think! I love reading your sweet messages! They really mean so much to me! I will most definitely be replying to all of you darling souls!

I promise I will be updating extremely soon again if you’d like me to!

I love you all so, so, so, so incredibly much and I really hope you know that!

All of my love xxx

accidental spoon

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Cassian x Jyn
Characters: Cassian, Jyn, K-2, Bodhi, Baze, Chirrut (the crew)
Tags: Bed Sharing, Watching someone sleep
Summary: Cassian and Jyn fall asleep together after a long mission.
Find it: AO3
Notes: Written for this week’s @rebelcaptainprompts prompt: “one bed”

As per usual, I blame @jeeno2 enabling this. But also, many thanks to her for the quickie beta. ;)

Exhausted beyond words, they fall wordlessly onto the same bunk together after the intense mission. Everyone else busies about with the post-mission activities of gear maintenance, eating, and washing, but neither Cassian nor Jyn find the energy to participate. They’d taken part in a covert side mission requiring them to trek ten miles through rather rough terrain and stormy weather, and quite simply, neither gives a damn about moving in the near future.

For all intents and purpose, the bunk is simply a temporary place to sit and rest their tired legs for a few short minutes until joining the rest of the crew, but the soothing hum of the ship and the unexpected comfort of the flimsy mattress quickly lulls them both into slumber.

In sleep, Cassian moves first, his head lolling gently against Jyn’s shoulder. Over the next few hours, Jyn slumps to her side, the movement of which causes Cassian to continue his wayward lean, and he settles on his side behind her. So deeply asleep, both adjust naturally on the bunk, pulling their legs up and find some form of comfort.

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Admiration to Love

Another from my Perfect Enigma series on to celebrate 500! This one is really special to me and I hope you like it xx


One word. Four letters.

It seemed simple enough. However, Jughead Jones quickly learnt that this was false. Love was by no means simple. It was complex and intricate and strange and to an extent incomprehensible.

As a young boy he was enthralled by the concept of love. He would find himself captivated by the way his parents could forget about their woes for a few glorious minutes and dance around the kitchen with huge smiles on their faces and full hearts. It was that along with the classic films their family would watch at the drive in that had awoken the romantic in him.

The one that would blush when he thought about holding hands with the pretty blonde girl that lived next door to his best friend. He was five years old when he met Betty Cooper. She came over to play with Archie one afternoon while Jughead was staying with the Andrew’s. At first he had been apprehensive about sharing time with his red-headed pal, afraid this bright bubbly girl would steal all the attention, but he quickly learned he had nothing to worry about, instead finding himself amazed by her easy integration into their game of pirates. The next time he went over to Archie’s he was the one who suggested asking her over to play, fighting red cheeks and sweaty palms the whole time. Back then he was blissfully unware of what that all meant, unaware of the reality of feelings, all he knew was that he was going to marry Betty Cooper.

When he was ten he had moved past his childhood crush and could barely remember it existing at all. His mother found great joy in merciless teasing with respect to the subject matter, but Jughead was already developing a cool apathetic nature as a result of constant yelling and tears at home, and was mostly unfazed by her light hearted jabs. He would spend nights with his sister holding her close and playing her classic rock albums to drown out the noise, meanwhile fighting off his queries regarding when it was that mum and dad stopped liking each other? They still danced though. And Betty was still one of his best friends, their little trio- the red-headed golden boy, the classic girl next door and the boy from the wrong side of the tracks- solidified. He remembered one day in fourth grade Archie had been sick and Jughead was suddenly an easy target for Reggie Mantel. The burly boy had strode up to him with a mean grin in place stealing his beanie off his head and dropping it in the mud, stomping all over it and laughing as the scrawnier boy’s face twisted in anger and anguish. Suddenly a blur of blonde hair and pastel pink barrelled toward them, shoving the bully hard, surprising them all with her strength before starting on a lecture about manners, picking up the beanie and dragging Jughead off somewhere to rinse it off.

That was the first and last fight Betty would ever be in. It was also the first day Jughead realised how strong, determined and loyal Betty was; his eyes glowing in admiration as she stood by him and made it all better for a second. When he recounted the story to Archie the next day upon his return to school, he noticed Betty shying away from the attention and blushing; he didn’t know if it was because he was telling Archie or the heroic implication of his words and the picture of her they painted that caused such a reaction.

By the time they were thirteen Jughead was regularly sneaking out of his house at night, once he was sure Jellybean was asleep, because he couldn’t take the sounds of hushed arguments, tired sighs and slamming doors. So he would crawl out the window of his tiny house and walk around town, revelling in the sense of adventure and mystique his escapes held as he dodged street lights and passing cars. Sometimes he would retreat to the tree house hidden in the woods surrounding Sweetwater River he had built with his dad when he was a kid. Archie, Betty and himself used to spend hours amongst the greenery, imaging great nothings and grand somethings, telling secrets and sharing jokes. The memories were engrained in the wood and it calmed him. One night he snuck up into the little hut having left behind a heated argument about money and shady business deals- at this point he began to wonder what made love die- only to be greeted by his female best friend.  She appeared as shocked to see him as he did her and an awkward silence had ensued. The dark haired boy recovered first from his surprise moving to sit next to her where she was leant against the wall. He studied her, trying to conjure up some logical reason as to why she could possibly have needed to sneak out of her house at this hour. Her usually bright eyes seemed dull and red rimmed, her shoulders were slumped and she kept sniffling every few seconds.

“Needed an escape?” he asked instead of pointing out the painfully obvious fact that she had been crying. Betty nodded, offering him a small smile that was so far from the beaming ones he was used. Jughead sighed, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a tone that was merely curious. Jughead shrugged his lanky limbs drowning in his dad’s old flannel shirt. “Couldn’t sleep, too much noise in my house.” He was never able to lie to her, he tried it once in sixth grade and the guilt he had carried around for weeks afterward just about killed him. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her the whole truth though either, so he went with ambiguity, the most objective choice he could make.

“They want me to be perfect Jug and I can’t be that,” she finally whispered after another period of silence. In that moment Jughead realised how exhausted and insecure Betty was. Memories of her fiddling with her clothes anxiously and freaking out when her hair would fall out at school and stressing over a B+ collided as he felt an odd ache in his chest. He knew Betty’s parents could be intense but he had never realised the toll it had taken on her until that moment. She was so good at keeping it together and giving her all to everything. He had always admired her resilience, but never as much as he admired it right then.

“You don’t need to worry about that Betts,” he replied casually, scooting slightly closer to nudge her shoulder with his own.

“You’re perfect just the way you are.”

And from that night onwards Jughead noticed when Betty’s smiles were genuine and when they were strained, when she was stressed because of her own concerns and when she was stressed because of the parental pressure to be perfect. He noticed when she was pushing herself too hard but assured everyone she was fine and when she actually was fine. It was like her admission that night had awoken clarity in him, as if she had left a window into her soul slightly ajar for him and he couldn’t resist taking a peek.

His admiration for her only grew with each observation he made.

He didn’t know it then, but that night was the night his “crush” on Elizabeth Cooper had resurfaced. He was thirteen and still mostly unsure of the female species so his inclination toward her was undefinable. He was unaware that what he felt wasn’t merely friendly, but rather adoration. She was a constant and he hadn’t yet ventured into enough endeavours with other girls to realise they didn’t all make him see things the way she did. And so to his ignorance, on the very night Jughead Jones began to believe that love was extinguishable, finite and only burned within certain limits, began to question what it was that people did to cause such a tragic death, he had begun to fall in love, to discover its essence first hand.

When Jughead was fifteen everything began to change. It was at this stage he realised that love didn’t always die. But even in these circumstances, it wasn’t always enough. He thought maybe that was worse. Romanticised gestures and everlasting romance was a falsity people found comfort in to distract themselves from the tragedy unfolding before them. He would see the pained look on his mother’s face every time his father came through their front door wreaking of liquor and cigarettes; it was a look of pure betrayal only someone in love could possess. Her blue orbs were haunted by ghosts of the man she once knew, juxtaposed by the stranger before her. Her heart was breaking as she began to realise she couldn’t fix this, couldn’t do anything to get back to the way things were. And Jughead felt his own heart break a little as he felt the sting of betrayal two fold- for his mother and for himself.

And at fifteen Jughead began to despise his own weakness. He did his best to ignore the way she would steal his breath when she laughed at one of his jokes. He did his best to convince himself that she was not by any means cute when she rolled her eyes at him and Archie’s play fighting and brotherly banter. And he tried his damn best not to notice how much more gorgeous she was getting with age- beauty engulfing her further with each year, maturity bathing her in an even greater glow. But as much as tried to resist, he could not deny the fact that Betty held a special place in his life. He liked her. He wanted to resent her for it, but every time she smiled or hell even looked at him he just found himself falling deeper down the rabbit hole of attraction.

It was on a particularly hot day at the beginning of summer, just before school let out that Jughead found himself letting go of all pretences and admitting that maybe she wasn’t just his friend. Their little friendship group had been hanging out at their usual lunch table when Cheryl Demon Spawn Blossom and her little posse approached. A smirk laced with mirth poisoning her features as her eyes gunned down Betty. Jughead felt a sickening wave of nausea overcome him, wishing with all he had that whatever was about to happen wouldn’t.

“Betty,” Cheryl spat as she arrived at the table, causing the blonde to turn toward her question dying on her lips as she too became aware of the fiery girl’s purely sinister gaze. “I just wanted to do my good deed for the day and remind you how many calories are in those fries your about to eat, I’m sure you don’t want to make that dress even more ill fitted than it already is? I’m surprised your mother hasn’t already picked up on the extra pounds, very unlike her.” Cheryl’s tone was biting and dripping with a sickly sweet residue- her own personal venom.

Jughead watched Betty carefully, eyes hard and muscles alert as he fought every urge he had to literally force an apology out of Cheryl. Although he was acutely aware of the way the toxic words had stung the girl across from him, he found himself once again astounded by her bravery and strength, looking Cheryl directly in the eyes, and holding her gaze for a moment before shaking her head continuing the conversation she was having with Kevin. He wanted to congratulate her for not stooping to the devil incarnates level, wanted to let her know how amazing and kind and wonderful and how much bigger of a person she was than her opposition. He wanted to tell her that her response had been the classiest, and most reserved action anyone could have taken which he greatly admired. But those words didn’t flow out of his mouth. Instead he found himself shooting a, “You’re such a fucking bitch,” to the red-headed girl who was beginning to re-treat from their table, scowl set in place.

All eyes locked on him, his three friends and Cheryl gaping at him in shock.

“What did you just say,” the Blossom princess sputtered. Jughead raised his brows coolly.

“I said you’re a bitch. Betty is amazing the way she is and there is definitely nothing wrong with the way she looks, so can you just drop it?” Cheryl turned in a huff, stomping away in a dramatic scene only she could cause. Archie turned to him with surprise still evident on his face, before shaking his head and returning to his lunch. Kevin patted his shoulder from his spot next to him, “That was incredible,” he gasped completely encapsulated by the theatrics and commotion. Jughead just shrugged, taking a sip of his water trying to disengage from the event. He was struck by a pair of gracious blue eyes staring at him intently though. Betty reached across the table to place her hands atop his free one, “Thank you,” was all she said, but that one word was laced with so much sincerity and genuine admiration Jughead was incapable of stopping the intense pounding of his heart, the male pride that swelled within him and the affection blooming in his chest.

In that moment he was torn. Conflicted between being transfixed by her purity and the revelling in these wonderful sensations she created in him and despising it all, building up walls so that he could remain immune to the effects of this affection and the disaster he knew would follow.

By the time he was sixteen Jughead’s family had fallen completely apart. He finally understood the expression of a broken heart with full clarity. He watched as his mother drove away, Jellybean in the back seat, face pressed against the window, summer rain pouring down and casting  an even more morbid atmosphere around the event. No matter how many times he showered he could still feel his mother’s tears on his skin. No matter how much he pictured happy memories from what felt like a life time ago, he couldn’t shake the image of his father, chest wracked with sobs, as his eyes exposed the utter devastation he was feeling. After that they had become empty, all light leaving his persona and yet to make a reappearance. He knew then that love had the ability to bring you to a loss. His father loved his mother but he had lost her because that wasn’t enough. His father had lost his ability to love properly. Every time he looked at him all Jughead could see was bloodshot eyes and hardened features, stumbling limbs and stained clothes. All he could smell was alcohol and misgivings, all he could hear were slurs and angry musings. He felt the whole in his chest expand with each glace, each whiff. At sixteen he learnt the true pain love could bring. He learnt that you could love someone and despise them simultaneously.

He packed up his limited things and moved out after that realisation, further solidifying the concept that you had to lose to love and that you lost when you loved, in his mind.

But then after a summer away, she returned. Their town was forever changed that summer and Jughead knows he was too. But as Elizabeth Cooper waltzed back into town on a seemingly calm afternoon he understood that not everything had changed. He didn’t know how it was possible to miss her so much that summer. Maybe it was the fact that Archie had disappeared, that his family was no longer a static concept but he missed her so much it hurt. And when he saw her the afternoon of her arrival, the pair crossing paths in the small bookshop on the edge of town and she smiled at him and embraced him in a tight hug, that only Betty Cooper could carrel him into, the brooding teen felt all the darkness fall away for a few glorious moments, the world fading to white noise. He revelled in her presence feeling his heart contract as he realised just how much had changed since he had last seen her and how positively relieved and elated he was that she hadn’t been one of those things. She was still Betty and he was still Jughead and despite the death of Jason Blossom and the falling out of old friends, the mysterious absence of family members they were as easy and innate as they had always been.

And of course it was when she had recruited him to work on the Blue and Gold with her, when they began solving the murder, spending almost all their time together, further capitalising on how well they knew each other, lending emotional support unrivalled by anyone else to one another, sharing secrets and sacred information, forging a trust that went beyond years of close friendship and uncovering each other’s layers one at a time, to leave them bare souled and raw in front of each other that he realised he had been falling in love all this time. It was then that he understood no matter how hard he fought against the up until now dreaded emotion due to fears indoctrinated into him from a young age-fears of intimacy and letting people in- it was redundant. Because he was in love with Elizabeth Cooper and he was fairly certain there was little he could do to change that fact. And it was when he kissed her and she kissed him back and they fell together, fell into this relationship, bred this relationship and nurtured it until it developed into a grand entity that he realised she loved him back; she had fallen in love too.

And it was then that Jughead thought maybe he understood love after all. Because there was a reason they called it “falling in love”. Because it could happen quickly before you even have the chance to register what’s happening. Or it could happen slowly- prolonged. Because it can make you feel weightless and free. Because it’s terrifying and exhilarating. Because it’s clumsy and liberating and exciting and wild. Because it’s not pretty and it can throw you around in every direction and slam you into the ground. Because it can hurt when you come down from the high and the impact can be painful and it can break you.

But sometimes when you fall you fly. And he was willing to take the risk of falling if it meant he got to fly with her.

Bare Knuckles

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan 
Angst - 2952 Words

Musical laughter reached Cullen’s ears as he walked into the Herald’s Rest. He recognized the sound in an instant: Evie. There wasn’t a laugh anywhere in Thedas that could make his heart dance the way hers could. He scanned the room, expecting to find Evie sitting with Bull and the Chargers but she was nowhere to be seen. Cullen’s brow furrowed in confusion as he listened to Evie’s giggle ring out again. He realised then that the sound was coming from above his head; she must be sitting with Sera. He shook his head to himself, dreading what the mischievous elf and his sweet flower could be up to.

As Cullen climbed the steps to the second floor of the tavern, Evie’s giggle floated to his ears once again. His steps faltered as a second laugh filled the air; a man’s laugh. Cullen clenched and unclenched his fist as he continued his ascension up the stairs, trying to calm the sudden jealous anger that coursed through him. Just because someone else laughed in a tavern didn’t mean they were laughing with Evie, and even if they were it didn’t mean anything. She could simply be spending time with some of the troops, trying to keep morale up. She had taken quite a shine to the young man Sutherland and his crew, she could listening to the tale of their latest adventure.

When Cullen crested the top the stairs, he turned his gaze to the place where Sutherland, Voth, Shayd, and Rat usually sat. He laid his eyes on the small crew of adventurers, scowling when he found no sign of his red-headed lover. He turned quickly to head over to Sera’s room but paused when a flash of scarlet caught his attention.

Sitting at a table tucked into a secluded corner of the tavern was Evie. Her back was pressed to the wall behind her as she sat sideways in her seat. A bright smile lit her face – a smile Cullen had only ever seen her give to him – as she sat with one of the recently arrived Templars still clad in his armour. The Templar in question was leaning dangerously close to her with one of his hands draped over the back of Evie’s chair while the other was resting on her knee.

Cullen’s eyes blazed with a blinding rage. His hands balled into tight fists and his entire body shook. What was this Templar doing? Did he know that the Inquisitor was spoken for? Was he aware that she already had a lover in her life and was in no need of another? Did he just not care? And what about Evie? Did she not realise what this Templar was doing? He was clearly coming on to her.

With his rage controlling him completely, Cullen stalked up to the pair. An animalistic growl rumbled in his chest when Evie raised her sparkling eyes to meet his. He ignored her shocked and worried expression in favour of turning his sights to the object of his ire. Without a second thought, he took hold of the Templar’s collar and yanked the man from his seat.

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there’ll be flowers on the other side of the garden wall

Summary: “I miss how we used to go sailing,” says Henry, over his much-erased algebra notes, sitting in the booth at Granny’s.

Killian pushes the plate of fries towards him even though he’d won most of them in dice, anyway. “Me too.”

“Maybe – after things?” asks Henry, and Killian smiles, sort of tired and sort of gentle and looking for the very first time since Henry’s known him, his age. 

“I’d love nothing more.”

(Henry doesn’t say: I miss my mom. He thinks that’s just widely understood.)

someone please yell at me i promised myself i wouldnt slip into ouat hell and yet, here i am, attempting to cathart the Ache in my soul that followed 5x02 and beyond. there’s like. no discernible timeline because i personally have no idea how the time thing is working on the show rn, and i dont know if everyone’s in character, and did u know 300 year old piratey english is SO hard to write, but. here. we are. anyways, i love henry mills,

It starts slowly, innocuously, slipping into his daily routine as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. There’s Grandma and Gramps and baby Neal, who take the time now more than ever to give out hugs, warm and strong and grounding. There’s his mom, Regina’s tense jaw softening only when she looks at him, and there’s even Robin sometimes, clapping him on the shoulder, strong fingers squeezing just slightly in a gesture of solidarity.

Henry starts slipping into the seat beside Killian’s on impulse.

He’s not sure why – well, he’s sort of sure why, but the original impulse, after everything, after the two of them fetch Emma from the tower, after the alternate universe where everything’s wrong but maybe one or two things are the same, after Merlin’s pen has chosen him and after his mom vanishes into a swirling vortex of darkness and after they fall back into Storybrooke with no memories and after Emma’s hard, cold, pale face sneering at them

She’s his mother but she isn’t, it’s not her, and Henry starts slipping into the seat beside Killian’s whenever they happen to be in the same room.

Usually it’s Granny’s, if he’s honest; not just the family meeting spot but also the only place that sells decent onion rings and Henry finds himself there more often than not, even when they’re not convening to discuss the latest Catastrophe that’s struck town.

Henry doesn’t like to think about the fact that the latest Catastrophe is his mom, so he grabs his onion rings and grabs the newspaper and doesn’t think about exactly what’s making him do this, and slips into the booth. Into the seat beside Killian’s.

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Too Sexy For This Song: Part 2

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A soulmate AU where every time a song is stuck in someone’s head, it’s because their soulmate is singing it. This time, Adrien learns a bit about his soulmate.

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The first time Adrien heard her, he was instantly fascinated. He knew all about the unique voice connection between soulmates after watching his parents use it so often. Father would be at work late, and Mother would sing silly songs until he came down to dinner. Mother would be frustrated by something, and then she’d suddenly relax and listen to his father’s soothing voice in her mind.

The first song Adrien heard from his soulmate was simple. “Frère Jacques…” she’d sung in the middle of the afternoon one day. At first, the sound startled him, but when he understood what it was, he was thrilled beyond words. He’d wondered and wondered might be the best song to sing to her. After all, he wanted the first song she heard from him to be important. Now that she’d reached out, of course, he couldn’t resist the urge to return the favor. Besides, after hearing her sing, he knew exactly which song to pick.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” he’d softly sung back to her, smiling as he imagined her somewhere listening to him.

Seconds later, she was singing back, “Twinkle, twinkle little star…”

He was thrilled. Considering his only friend was the daughter of one of his parents’ friends, another connection was amazing. And this girl had such a sweet voice. He was sure he had the best soulmate ever.

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Journey to the Past~Anastasia

Words: 1,759

When the lady came, you were just running and playing with the little ones around the orphanage. You looked at the caretaker who almost nodded when she saw the mysterious lady. Then her eyes settled on me. Silence fell over you as you politely bowed your head and straightened up. 

The lady seemed very nice when she asked to see your room. You led her there quickly. “It’s not just my room,” you explain, “I share it with the other kids.”

“Miss Y/L/N, are you aware of your past lineage?” the lady asked.

“No, Ms. I have been here since I was little.”

The lady smiled warmly at you. The feeling was new, almost like you were wanted. It wasn’t like people hated you, yet you were peculiar to the orphans your age. The younger children loved you, though.

This encounter was the very first step in your journey to find out who you really are. When the lady, later introduced as Professor McGonagall, handed you a letter addressed to you, you had been so entranced at the thought of wizardry that you went with her to Diagon Alley with very little questions.

She told you many things about what had happened. During the reign of You-Know-Who, your parents had gone missing when you were only two. You had no other family members so the faculty of Hogwarts had no other choice but to leave you in the orphanage until you turned 11.

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