she's trying to get him out of the figurative hole he's now put himself in

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This is something….. Basically it’s me wanting to write an AU where Jack never kissed Bitty and went on with his life and how they still found their way back to each other. I’ve been taking bits and pieces of this fic and putting them in different fics so there are a ton of holes but I keep thinking about it. 

The context for this is if Jack went up to visit his parents over the summer and he invited the team up because why the hell not????? It’s a WIP. I don’t have it all figured out yet. 


Ransom and Holster jump at the same time and the splash it creates reaches Alicia on the patio chair. She sighs and stands.

“I’m so happy you brought the boys with you,” she says dryly but she ruffles Jack’s hair as she goes by.

Jack waits a moment and follows her.

He closes the door behind him and she looks up with a smile from where she’s pouring more chips into a bowl.

“I’m glad Eric could come. Your father mentioned the two of you had some issues? Is that all worked out now? He seems pretty comfortable around you.”

“I think I could be in love with him.”

There’s dead air in the kitchen but beyond the sliding doors the world rages on.

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Misfire [Chapter 2]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: The response I got for the first part was u n r e a l. Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy part 2, because it might be one of my favorites ;)

Chapter 1

The Sight



“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.

“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.

“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.

“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him. 

“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.

“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.” 

“Hey! I am not-”

“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.

“Slip it under her door?” 

“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.

Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.

“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head

“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.

Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.

Dear Y/N

Hey Y/N

Yo Y/N hows it going bruh

Hi there

He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.

I like you

I love you?

I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend

I adore you

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You have no clue who this is

I hope you never find out who this is

dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like

It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.

You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.

Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.

He wondered if he should write more. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.

As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.

The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.

As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.

Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons. 

You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.

“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.

That was the letter he meant to post to you.

“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.

“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.

“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.

“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky. 

Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.

“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.

“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”

And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.

Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.

“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.

“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”

“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.

“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.

“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”

Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”

“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.

“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”

“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”

“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so. 

“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.

“Which one of you was it?!” 

“Bucky!”

“Steve!”

“Tony!”

Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.

All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.

“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.

Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.

“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.

“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.



Chapter 3


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Mary

The day he won the lottery was the best day of his life. His state allowed people to collect anonymously, so nobody would know about his winnings except for him and the IRS. His coworkers would never know. He saved a lot of his money, but he did have one major purchase. 

He built a home. Under it, a two story basement complete with steel doors on the rooms. Thirty rooms underground in fact.

The place was out in the middle of nowhere, and he used almost fifty different construction crews to build the thing so no one company even had full specifications to the house.

Of course the house had three stories above ground, this was where he would hold dinner parties and his family would visit him at.

No sooner had the house been finished, the construction crews left the site and he had moved in did he put the rest of his plan into action.

His second purchase was a van, one which he removed all of the back seats and replaced with a mattress and several iron loops to hold restraints.

It took a few hours of driving for him to finally find a girl walking home alone after dark. He pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride.

She did not. She kept walking away, but he knew she was the one, so when she walked into an alleyway he followed her in his van. He rolled up behind her and shot her with a tranquilizer dart. She ran a few steps before she collapsed in a heap.

He stopped the van with it still running, got out of the van and picked her up and hauled her into the back.

Once she was securely cuffed down in the back he drove her home.

She had a school id with her. Mary was her name and she was in high school apparently. He wondered how many other teenage boys had the opportunity to defile her tiny body before he found her.

The drive took several more hours to get home since he’d picked her up from two states away. He had to pull over several times to re-drug her with an injection because she woke up and started screaming.

When he pulled into his garage he pulled her unconscious body out of the back of the van and carried her into the elevator in his house. He went down to the lowest level and took her into one of the newly constructed rooms and laid her onto the floor.

While she was still unconscious he undressed her and threw her clothes into the furnace. She wouldn’t need clothes as his new fuck toy.

When he had finished burning all of her possessions from the clothes on her back to her school backpack, he took his time going back to her. He wanted her awake for the next step.

After a meal and a quick chat with his friend on the phone, he figured she must be awake so he went back down to greet her.

Sure enough she was awake. Screaming and crying and trying to find a way out of the room. When he walked in he locked the door behind himself, as she cowered in the corner trying- and failing- to hide her private parts with her hands.

“Hello Mary.”

“How do you know my name? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?” She blurted out

“I read your ID before I destroyed it Mary. Where you are is unimportant. As for what I am going to do with you, I am not sure you want to know the answer to that, but I think you already know.”

“Are you going to rape me?” she sobbed, snot coming out of her nose.

It was disgusting. He grew hard at the sight of it.

“What do you think the answer to that is Mary?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“N-no.”

“You don’t seem too sure of that.”

“I don’t want you to rape me. Please let me go.”

“What will you do for me if I promise to let you go?” he mused, toying with her tiny brain now.

“Anything. Anything just tell me.”

“How old are you Mary?”

“Twenty one.”

“Are you sure? Mary? Your ID was from high school. How old are you really?”

Her eyes darted around the room desperately.

“Mary how old are you?” his voice grew darker at the question.

“S-six-teen.” she stuttered.

“How many boys have you fucked?” he asked again.

“Nobody.”

“You are a virgin then?”

“Y-yes.” she whined and hung her head. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh I know you won’t tell anyone. What will you do if I promise to let you go? Be specific.”

“I’ll um, I won’t tell anyone about you.”

“Try again.”

“I’ll clean for you? Do your dishes?”

“I don’t think so Mary. You can do better than that.”

“I don’t know- I don’t know what you want from me!”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to educate you on how things are done in this house.” He said as he lunged at her.

She tried to get away, but the room was too small, and he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground in no time. Her tiny breasts pinned to the ground beneath her as her ass pressed against his groin.

“Are you on birth control Mary?” he asked in her ear as she struggled to get away from him.

She only grunted as she struggled.

“I asked you a question Mary!” he shouted.

She flinched.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked again as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

“N-no.” she stammered.

“Good.” he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

“Stop!” she cried as he positioned himself at her virgin hole.

He laughed as he thrust in breaking her hymen. She cried out in pain and began begging hysterically for him to stop.

He didn’t. He continued battering away, ramming her cervix with the head of his penis. Purposely trying to make it as painful as possible for his newly caught virgin.

She struggled more to break free, but he was stronger than she was.

“This is what you were made for bitch!” he cried as he pummeled her insides with his cock.

“No. Please stop.” She pleaded more.

“You don’t get to make demands of me whore.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you what?” he taunted as he raped her previously unused hole. Pulling his penis almost all the way out, before ramming it painfully back into her cervix.

“Whore.” she murmured in defeat as he thrust into her.

“Yes that is what you are.” he said with laughter, balls tightening with her degradation.

“No I am not.” she complained, so he grabbed her hair and lifted her head before slamming it back down onto the concrete floor.

“You are a whore and you will admit so or I will break every last bone in your body.”

“No.” she grunted, so he slammed her head onto the floor three more times.

“Say it! Say you are a whore or I will kill you! Do you understand?” he shouted as he rapidly approached his release.

“I am a w-whore.” she sobbed.

“Say you are my whore.”

“I am your whore.” she wailed, desperately trying to curl up into a ball to avoid being hurt.

“Say it again!” he demanded as he finally released her hair, to grip her hips and thrust with abandon.

“I am your whore.” she cried.

“Whores like being fucked don’t they?” he taunted.

“Y-yes” she gagged on her own words now as he fucked her.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, voice going hollow as she spoke.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your whore cunt.”

“I want you to fuck my whore cunt.”

“Tell me you want me to cum in your whore cunt.”

“I want you to cum in my whore cunt.”

“Say please.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” he asked. She was confused for a moment before she seemed to figure it out.

“Please cum in my whore cunt.”

“But that will knock you up. You aren’t on birth control.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he taunted again as he thrust wildly now.

“Yes I want you to cum in my whore cunt and knock me up.”

And with that he did.

Hear Your Heart (M)

Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid!au

Word Count: 11k 

Summary:  You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others.

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Some Doomworld/post-Doomworld headcanons because why not honestly: 

  • They end up just chilling in Nate’s basement all the time and Nate’s mom is happy because wow he has friends now. 
    • Malcolm and Darhk have nowhere to go so?? They just end up joining the Legends to try and figure out what to do about Thawne. 
      • “Aw, Nate, you have two new friends, how nice.” 
      • Nate and Damian: “He’s not my friend.” 
      • Malcolm: *already into his 5th sandwich* “These are delicious, Mrs. Heywood. 
  • Axel the Rat is enjoying a life filled with sandwiches and tiny pastries and Mick will randomly make kissy noises at him, which earns him weird looks (except from Ray, who’s happy Mick loves his present). 
  • Doomworld Stein is just really confused about everything. The guy witnessed a murder and a bunh of time travelers fighting; at this point he goes home and when Clarissa asks about his day he shrugs, says, “the usual” and goes immediately to sleep. 
  • Even Janitor Ray knew his true calling: vlogger. He would end up vlogging about his life, the best cleaning methods, hopes and aspirations. Thawne found his vlogs one day and groaned. 
    • He subscribed though. And he liked the videos. 
  • Rip knows how to make the best cakes so now every time someone has a birthday he spends the entire day making a cake specialized for them (and lord help the person who tries to help him because Rip will hole himself up in the kitchen making this cake). 
    • Ray tried to lick the frosting and Rip almost killed him.
      • “Ow! It’s my cake!” “It’s my masterpiece!” 
      • He’s petty and puts in “Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer” instead of Ray and also puts Ray’s real life atom suit on top. 
        • “Aw, is that a little mini m-wait is that my suit?”
    • Nate got a Star Wars theme and Ray cried for him. 
    • Amaya’s has a cute animal theme and she freaking loves it okay.
    • Stein’s is probably like, universe related and has formulas written on the side in frosting and he spends an hour pouring over the formulas and explaining them while everyone else half nods. 
      • Sara tries figuring out if she can just eat some cake without Stein noticing. He does, and pulls the cake away and tells her that he’ll be happy to let her eat after he explains every formula.
    • Gideon even gets her own mini cake; Rip designs the cake for a week before he finally uploads it and the team sings her a happy birthday. 
    • Mick’s is big and has literal donuts in the cake because Mick requested it. Rip is a little horrified but does it anyway. 
      • He also made a pizza cake because Mick said he wanted meat. Mick ended up eating the whole thing and didn’t share with anyone else. 
    • Rip couldn’t figure out what he wanted for Jax’s theme, so he made the cake three tiers and put in a different thing for each tier: the bottom layer was green and looked like a football field (with it’s own football player and football), the next layer had tiny cars and looked almost like a racetrack, and the top layer had sparklers and was fiery red. 
    • Sara’s has knives all over the cake. Literal knives. She almost tears up when she sees it. 

anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

hey look! another unnecessarily long hc post!! as always blame @manonblaxkbeak but also pray for her i sent her nearly 100 (one. hundred.) messages about this

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Six of Crows Modern/Zombie Apocalypse AU!!! 

The basics: Five homeless kids working B&E jobs for the local gangs in NYC and a rookie cop band together in the aftermath of a bioterror attack on the the major cities of the country. They decide to flee the country to escape the infected areas, but the entire plan goes to shit and they make some new friends and a helluva lot more enemies on the way to finding a cure to the virus and way out of the country.

  • Kaz: a brooklyn boy who showed up seemingly out of nowhere in the world of new york gangs, but quickly makes a name for himself with his ruthless efficiency. Fearless Leader, as always. He is safe cracker and strategist extraordinaire. he organizes hits on supply storage of survivalist camps and uses a bow staff to beat off zombies. he wears a brace on his leg that he fashioned sheaths to for two long ass daggers, also for zombie destroying.
  • Inej: stolen by a human trafficking ring she escaped upon landing in the states and started up with the gangs to make money to get back home. the spy, the scout. she sneaks into camps and finds out what theyre hiding where. she uses two big ass swords and has all the knives. so many knives. she never runs out. she decapitates zombies and intimidates any other survivors by being Very Pointy.
  • Nina: an illegal immigrant from russia who fled after the authorities put out a warrant for her arrest on the grounds of “homosexual acts” (”what the fuck? i’m bi. they could at least get my sexuality right if theyre going to imprison me for it”). she is the face of the operation, she is beautiful and amazing and she knows how to work diplomatically to get what they need through bartering and trade. also i don’t care if its impractical, she uses brass knuckles because theyre badass and fashionable. she also has one of those snap out metal core batons for beating people off and a machete for chopping off zombie heads.
  • Jesper: an accounting major with a gambling problem who took up gang work to pay for school. he has his signature pistols, but i am a strong believer in melee weapons in the event of a zombie apocalypse because ammo runs out, dudes, so my boy has throwing knives and a slingshot (fight me they’re actually really cool). Him and inej bond over their cool knives. He’s got those badass rainbow ceramic ones that he always had on him in case there were ever metal detectors when they were casing a place. 
  • Wylan: he’s still their resident explosives expert, a master of being cute and using household materials to make pipe bombs, fertilizer bombs, molotov cocktails, shrapnel grenades, etc. Wylan got kicked out for similar reasons to canon, his father is a UN rep and working with the CDC (idk man i don’t know how these things work just roll with it) after the outbreak. also he doesnt play the flute he plays the harmonica because i think harmonicas are cool, theyre smaller and less fragile than flutes, and it’d be really funny if he played it if they were ever stuck in holding at a precinct
    • just imagine jesper: “ayye boy what that mouth do ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ”
    • wylan: “play cotton eyed joe” *sick harmonica solo*
  • Kuwei: my brilliant boy is chemistry prodigy who went with his dad to family day at the CDC but then everything went to shit, a bioweapon was released, he missed his tinder date, and now he’s a hostage being used as incentive for his father to further develop this bioweapon released to create more zombies and spread to other countries. He super didn’t ask for any of this, especially when his dad got sick himself and died and he had to take over making increasingly aggressive strands. Pretty please message me if you are interested in my theories on the creation of zombies. I have ideas. 
  • Matthias: a rookie cop back from one tour with the special forces after some disciplinary issues regarding protecting refugees and going AWOL. He’s put on a task forced focused on gang activity and he’s been chasing this group of kids his damn age for over a year now and how the hell are they so good at what they do??? He’s chasing them when the outbreak happens and in order to escape a zombie horde ends up running off with them to find shelter. he’s an excellent shot and strategist, also known for physically tossing zombies like a fucking amateur mma fighter this boy is jacked ok he fills out that uniform like a stripper cop and Nina is most definitely Here For It

Miscellaneous plot ideas!

  • Pekka is a sleazy businessman who had jordie killed in front of kaz by some dirty cops while he was getting carted off to juvie for some work they were doing (he never made it to processing). 
  • They hole up in a hospital and find patient records - this is how they start to figure out the outbreak’s origin.
  •  The kids have are trying to leave the country through the CDC base since thats the only place with functioning travel. 
  • Kuwei is saved once they find out who he is while theyre sneaking around the base, Inej is taken in the process trying to protect him. 
  • The Dime Lions are basically the national guard.
  •  Matthias and Nina met when he helped her when she arrived in America, he knew she wasn’t here legally and barely spoke english but after a few weeks she picked it up fast, and disappeared with a bunch of his cash. 
#89- Size kink (Sam x Jody)

Requested by @icantthinkofaname-oops​ for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: smut, Sam’s monster cock (Totally a warning)

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: Oh, Winmills. I’ve missed you. Enjoy! XOXO

Jody’s never been shy. She doesn’t think twice about telling Sam to get changed, even though they’re in a car and there’s no place for him to do that without being seen. It doesn’t matter. He’s a hunter and is probably used to things like that, and she has a gun to load.

It doesn’t take her very long, however, and he’s in between his suit pants and his jeans when she’s got nowhere else to put her eyes except on him.

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Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) 14

A/N: Since all of you are being so kind today, I decided to post the next chapter early! Enjoy you beautiful people!

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“Time to get out this room, Philip,” You said, striding to the desk. He looked up, frowning at you. He was finally changed out of his blood-stained clothing, wearing the clothes that you bought the boys when they were small. “You need to see the outside of this room, and it’s going to happen today. I told you, I’d give you two weeks. You have to face the world you’re in.”

His scrunched up his face, “But Y/N-“

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First kiss

A/N: So, this wonderfull picture came up on my dash, it also came with a small description on How Dean and Castiel first kiss. @thefriendlypigeon owns this picture and I hope this is ok (i really dont know how to link and all the fancy things you cool hip young people do here on tumblr, so be nice, and if this is wrong in some way, pleace just talk to me and will sort this out)
Any way, i wrote this little fic about this pic.

wordcount: 1186
Warnings:fluff, slight angst and confusion…crowley! ;)



”Well boys, too bad I forgot my jammies, now that we’re having a slumber party.” The king of hell, leaning with his hands against the back of a chair, was smirking at the situation.

”Shut up, Crowley” the brothers said with one mouth.

”If you’re not gonna help, just be a nice little demon and, you know, shut up” Dean wasn’t particularly amused by the circumstances.

”Well, I did give it my best” Crowley shrugged his shoulders as he sat down on the chair. ”It’s my mother’s doing, and I can’t fix this with my magic, she saw to that.”

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Harry Styles - Getting Married Imagine


[The imagine where he says he loves you at your wedding is HERE.

I liked doing the reverse and I hope you like reading it! Enjoy!]

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“Lance, 3:00,” Shiro barked. The sharpshooter turned his head so that he could see the armed Galra soldier around his migraine aura. 

The team knew that they were working around a gaping hole in his vision. That had become apparent when Lance had tripped over a freaking chair, of all things, and given away their stealth advantage. 

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“Can I See Him?”

I wanted to take a closer look at that scene in the hospital at the end of 520. The emotions between Oliver and Felicity that have been languishing in the background for so long really came out in this scene.  

When I initially wrote about it on Thursday, I was quick to jump on the Felicity bandwagon, feeling a little let down when she apologized to Oliver for…well, for feeling that she abandoned him and their relationship by walking away. The argument that Oliver did the same thing by lying about William is a valid one. He fucked up; he knows it and he paid the ultimate price—losing Felicity and William in one stroke.

When Lyla told Felicity that Oliver was asking for her, there was no hesitation. She went to him and there was purpose in her steps as she made a beeline to his room. When she opened the door and saw him on the bed alive and waiting for her, Felicity’s smile was one of relief—and quite possibly, one of happiness too. Oliver looked happy that she was walking again. She voiced her fear by saying everyone had a scare over his injuries. She also implied that him still living was more important than her being able to walk again. She came up next to the bed and Oliver tried to humor her by saying she should be used to him being near death. Felicity wasn’t laughing. She told Oliver she would never get used to it. Ever.

Then she took Oliver’s hand.

That casual, familiar and comforting touch reminded me (and maybe them as well) how natural they are when they touch each other. It was a small intimacy, one they had denied themselves for far too long. Then Oliver brought up his confession to her. He might have still been feeling a little apprehension by it, but he wanted to let her know that her response to it was appreciated. She didn’t react with horror or a need to get away from him. After telling her his deepest fear, Felicity did like she has always done whenever he loses himself in his darkness—-she reassures Oliver by reminding him she still believes in him. When she told him she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him or want to marry him if he wasn’t the kind of man she knew he was—my shipper heart was ready to burst out of my chest. Oliver always thought that if she knew the truth about him, If she ever caught one glimpse of the monster inside him—she would not love him anymore.

But there she was with him in that hospital room holding his hand. Because in spite of what they had gone through since the breakup, all the distance and anger and sadness and lack of communication—she still believed in him. She still believed in them. When he spoke of his appreciation, Felicity asked him if any of what she said to him in the Bunker stuck.

Oliver said he was hoping it did. Maybe there was a part of him still thinking about that conversation they had the morning after their sexual encounter last summer in the Bunker. She told him she wasn’t ready yet to have “the talk” with him, (the sex they had looked like she was.) About the sex—it wasn’t what reawakened their need for each other. It was an emotional and spiritual connection that only death can break. It is a natural attraction that is never going away. Okay, maybe the wine helped a little bit. Felicity was the one who initiated it because Oliver wouldn’t make that move on her. He still respected her need for space and intended to keep his distance. Flirting and heart eyes were okay, but touching her, kissing her, making love to her—that was no longer left between them.

When Felicity acknowledged to him that it had been wrong to walk away and that she was sorry, Oliver didn’t know what to say. Was he thinking that she didn’t have to apologize, that he is the one who lied to her? Would she understand if he told her he was being devoured by the monster? Does he ever think about that early conversation with John after Felicity joined the team? He would protect her and ensure her safety. She would never get hurt. Maybe that is why he didn’t say anything to her that day in the loft, didn’t go after her. Not only did he betray her, he betrayed himself.

Which brings me to Felicity’s second apology.

           Felicity: “I’m sorry.”

           Oliver: “For what?”

           Felicity: “For being a hypocrite.”

I think she was acknowledging her dark spiral and how she saw herself becoming like him. I am still hard pressed in believing that it was solely Billy who pushed her down the rabbit hole. Helix, her unwavering need for revenge against Chase, the lengths she was willing to go and the sacrifices she was willing to make—all of it was a macrocosm of everything Oliver had gone through over the past ten years. She told him her experiences gave her a tiny taste of what he went through.

Billy is dead. Susan is out of the picture. So is Helix (for now.) All of this was in the Bunker with them. But there was something else happening between Oliver and Felicity down there in the dark; they put aside their differences and worked together to survive. There was the subtext of the episode—trust. Not only in overcoming the physical and tactical obstructions in their way, but also looking for common ground they both could stand on with it’s time to be in each other’s lives again.

There was no ‘I miss you’ or ‘I need you’ declarations spoken. But there really was. It was through the actions they took in helping each other. It was Felicity still pointing out that Oliver needed to listen to her. It was her patching him up when there would have been no need if he had listened. It was Oliver willing to try her suggestions and plans. It was him literally carrying her on his back. It was both of them understanding they worked better as individuals when the worked together. It was Oliver telling her about his monster and Felicity still accepting him. They had each other’s backs and that is the foundation of their love.

Felicity told Oliver that she gets it now. What is it? Well…it’s Oliver she gets. What they went through together in the Bunker was an obstacle course in making decisions. It was also clear to both of them that those kinds of decisions are not always going to be the right ones. No one is perfect. Oliver made a bad one lying to Felicity about William. Was it enough to kill their realationship? Maybe. Felicity thought it was. She talked about inclusion and trusting your partner when the shit hits the fan. They’ve both trusted each other before over the years. Felicity always knew that some of Oliver’s actions were influenced by his tortured past and how it shaped him into who he was. But he was able to overcome a lot of that trauma and set a heroes example, not just to her but to a whole city. It brought their hearts into alignment.

So I think when he lied about William it wasn’t about not trusting her. It wasn’t about him discounting everything they built together. It wasn’t about protecting anybody. It was about fear. Oliver was afraid that if he brought Felicity into the part of him that felt the need to keep her away from William—he would have to let her all in. He was afraid of the darkness, and if it touched her, he would lose Felicity forever. It was a conundrum that he lost himself in. He thought he was doing the right thing in keeping his son safe, but he had to lie to Felicity to do it.

So maybe Felicity telling him she “gets it” has to do with the decisions she made with Helix, with hooking up with Billy instead of trying to fix her life with Oliver. Maybe it had a lot to do with Havenrock as well. Maybe, that’s why she understands the William lie. Her apology for judging him might not have been warranted, but Felicity, I think, was coming to terms with herself. She was vanquishing her darkness before it could take hold, like it has with Oliver, and not let her go.

But Felicity does know one thing in her that won’t let go—her love for Oliver. He is a part of her. He gives her life purpose, (her words, not mine.) He makes her the best version of herself. When Oliver told her he didn’t know what kind of person he is, she still did. He is not a monster. He is the man she chose to stand by and continues to stand by. If he is broken, she is too. If he makes mistakes, so does she. They’re imperfections and both have them. So when she suggested to Oliver that he should figure out what kind of person he is, I heard the door she closed on him last year swing open. I saw the love for him in her eyes and the smile on her face.

I saw her forgiving him and herself.

So in this context, maybe what happened in that hospital room makes a little more sense to me. Felicity was right. Oliver needs to shake loose from Chase’s influence and find that belief in himself. And now that he knows Felicity will be there waiting for him when he does—he will embrace the hero in his heart.

Oliver and Felicity are still moving on. But now it’s towards each other. They rediscovered their purpose—working together and loving together. It’s comes with all the faults and disagreements and arguing. It’s the thought of losing each other. It’s the darkness and the light. It’s the pain and the tears and the comfort they bring to one another at the end of the day. It’s the life they’ve chosen.

Some have said they should have told each other “I love you” when they were safe in that hospital wrong. They did.

When Felicity opened the door and they saw each other. Perhaps for the first time.

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Captain and Commander

A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday @captainlbradz! I know how you have been on a Killian with a cat kick lately, so I figured I’d add to it :) Plus, there’s some heavy Captain Charming in here, since it is Captain Charming Week and all ;) I love you, my dear. And thank you to @spartanguard who looked it over, and to @cocohook38 for the extra gifts in the form of these wonder art pieces. I hope you like it!!! 



“Dad, I’m worried about Killian.” Emma leaned against her desk at the sheriff’s office, looking down at her father, who was engrossed in the day’s edition of The Storybrooke Mirror. When he didn’t immediately acknowledge her, she ripped the paper from his hands and turned it to she could see just what he was reading. “Really? The comics?”

“What? I love Garfield,” David admitted while turning slightly rosy in the cheeks.

“Did you even hear what I said? Or was your mind too occupied with thoughts of lasagna?” she asked flippantly.

“I’m sorry. What’s wrong with Hook? Is he alright?” There was a sudden urgency to his tone now that he was paying attention.

Emma pulled out the chair at her desk and sat down, looking at her father earnestly. “I think he’s lonely.”

“What do you mean? He has you, Henry…me…” Emma couldn’t help but smile at the way his tone lightened when he said “me.” The bond between her father and her pirate may have started rocky, but it definitely has strengthened over time. She and Snow had shared many a laugh over how close they have gotten.

“I know that, but Henry is only there so often, and then when we go to work, he’s at the house by himself.”

David contemplated what Emma was telling him, and it didn’t take long for an idea to form. Emma would thank him later, he was sure of it.

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The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 8

Originally posted by yonggukology

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre” Mafia, angst, suspense.

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 3500.

Description: What happens once Mr Moon is dead? The attack of revenge of course.

“Y/N, though you may feel you are in debt. and can’t be friends with my family, please never hesitate to come to me when you need me. Because I will always have the power and the will to help you with whatever you need. And I’m afraid one day I’m going to have to ask you to do the same for my son, you may not remember me telling you this, but already it is obvious my son Jongup, will never be good at communicating with others, Y/N”

You couldn’t remember your first meeting with Mr Moon’s son, the one where you were sitting so shyly in the shelter of your parent’s arms, only to rant and rave to Jongup about all of your favourite toys. Because you were never well off in the social department. You were never a strange child, one that other children feared, for some reason you were just someone they all ignored. And though you wished to change that, there was your growing shyness keeping a tight grip on you and stopping you from doing so.

Maybe that’s why you remembered, maybe that was why the only thing you could think about right now was Mr Moon, everything he had ever said to you and Jongup, at home, doing who knows what to help himself deal with this pain of losing someone you love.

There was one hand on your collar bones, the small pendant providing comfort under your fingers, your phone was in the other hand as you watched Jaeho’s back. The way he was rushing in his steps earlier all seemed to be reasonless, he was casually strolling now, walking down the street with the same pace as the people doing their window shopping.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you quickly answered, putting it your ear just a few meters behind Jaeho.

“Yo” You answered and Daehyun’s serious voice answered you.

“There’s another corner not too far from you, I have a feeling he’s gonna go right there, keep following him and just tell me where he is going. I can’t let him see the car”

“Oh ok that’s cool” You answered, you were just in hearing range of Jaeho. You kept the phone to your ear, and just as Daehyun predicted, Jaeho made a right, you didn’t know how Daehyun knew he was gonna do that, but he did and as you slowed down in order to not make your stalking obvious.

“Ok, how far away are you?” You asked, Jaeho briefly glanced back at you as you turned your corner, continuing to walk towards the crossing as he continued on the way he was going.

“We’ll stay just around the corner; tell me each time you make a turn” Daehyun commanded.

“Ok, I’ll do that” You responded and quickly crossed the road. You didn’t have to talk to Daehyun when you were on the other side of the street, out of Jaeho’s sight as you followed the direction he was walking in.

The office was big, you didn’t know what Mr Moon wanted to talk about for your father to have brought you here, but it must have been important if you weren’t meeting at a restaurant or answering the front door of your house to greet him.

“Mr Moon!” You exclaimed, at the tender age of seven, you ran into the office, ignoring the scolding voice of your father and missing the confused eyes of Mr Moon’s assistant.

“Y/N is that your sweet voice I hear?” He responded, spinning in his chair and standing, he put a phone down and you quickly rushed to hug the older man.

“So it was you, where is your father Y/N?” Mr Moon chuckled, picking your small figure up in his arms and pinching your cheek.

“I’m right here, I’m so sorry Lee Jong, she hasn’t been listening to me ever since I told her where we were going” You father immediately bowed in apology as he rushed in after you.

“We both know that’s no problem, now is it Y/N? Come on over and have a seat, I have something to tell you”

“Take another right” You spoke up, coming back to your senses and following Jaeho around the corner by crossing the road again, Daehyun hummed and you could hear Zelo cursing at the cords and wires surrounding him in the back seat. You didn’t know this area, and Jaeho kept his leisurely pace, you looked for any street signs to help you tell Daehyun where you were. There was another corner and your mind became blank as you walked through the seriously unknown area.

It was starting to look dangerous, like the men with their senses drowned in alcohol and minds spinning with the effects of drugs would start lurking around, looking for trouble and victims. You were tense and it was obvious to the people around you if they were to look at you.

“Keep going up” You commanded and you could still hear Zelo trying to organise himself as the motor of the car travelled through the phone and behind you. You looked behind you, they were slowly travelling down the black behind you, parking and waiting for your next instructions. Jaeho seemed to be picking up his pace again now, he looked around him, not checking behind him as he took up a light jog towards a fancy looking building. It was the fanciest among the other average looking buildings, as he approached the steps to the building he looked around again, eyes sweeping over you who still had your phone to your ears and your eyes on the other side of the road, walking to the side of the road as if you were about to cross again.

“Come up to the next block and he’s gone into that really fancy building, hurry up and get here I feel like I’m gonna get jumped at any second now” You muttered into the phone. The was the rattling of a can being kicked along the ground, you had this curse/power where you practically predicted what was about to happen based on your feelings, hence the can being kicked against the ground wasn’t something you should ignore.

You looked in the direction of the sound, not too far from the big fancy building was a really tall person staring you down and you instantly pretended to have only seen the can, not him. He was almost as tall as Zelo and though he had a soft featured face, he looked scary and you weren’t about to get in a fight with him.

“I’m crossing the road some creep is staring me down and I am not dying tonight” You rushed, you crossed to the other side, hardly feeling safe as it only took a few seconds for the other man to do the same. He was walking towards you, you were beginning to shake, were you going to be able to shake someone that size off of you?

You heard the roar of an engine and looked behind you as you took a couple steps back.

“Daehyun, a bit of speed might be nice” You muttered and the car sped up in response. Daehyun could see you now, and he recognised who was approaching you. The car was moving too fast for it to be legal now and Zelo didn’t have to be told anything. There was a classic black beanie with the holes for eyes and a mouth in the back seat amongst the giant’s mess, and when he found it he pulled it over his head, throwing the cords off him and swinging the door open when Daehyun snarled at him.

“Get her Zelo we aren’t gonna die by Jongup’s hands tonight!” Daehyun ordered and Zelo was out of the car before it had come to a complete stop. He was close, you were stepping away as if you couldn’t see him but you were shaking. You screamed as someone grabbed you and you punched them several times until you were falling into the backseat of a car with them, feeling the cords dig into your skin and hearing the familiar growl of Daehyun’s angered voice as the door swung shut thanks to Zelo’s feet, your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder, his panicked eyes meeting your own.

“Oh my god Zelo, I’m so sorry! Take that damn thing off” You ripped the beanie off him and Zelo groaned as he rubbed the places you had managed to hit him.

“Jesus Christ woman where did you learn to punch like that?!”

“I thought you were that freak trying to steal me and hide me in a rusty old shed for the rest of my life!” You exclaimed in return and Zelo groaned as you tried to sit up.

“I don’t think we’ll be getting out until a door is opened Y/N” You looked at the situation you were in and Zelo was right. You were both tangled in the cords because of the struggle you made and Zelo was just too tall.

“Damn, this is gonna hurt later” You sighed and Zelo muttered something you couldn’t understand.

“But do you really have to put your legs on me?” You asked after a beat of silence and Zelo glared at you as he lifted his head.

“I’m sorry little miss short but they have to go somewhere!” He snapped.

“I’m not short!” You yelled back and Daehyun sighed as he turned the radio up to tune out your bickering with Zelo.

“You’re not the only one with cords digging into you Y/N!” Zelo roared and Daehyun only turned the music up louder, causing the whole car to be engulfed with the ear splitting volume he had the music at.

“You’re lucky this is a good song Jung Daehyun!” You screeched but Daehyun couldn’t hear you as he bopped along to the music, turning a corner sharply and causing Zelo to squish you more.

“Jung Daehyun!”

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“They should have Zelo spying on the building by now, they’ve been gone long enough” Youngjae muttered between his fingers pinching his bottom lip, it wasn’t hard for the brains to get into the files containing some of Jaeho’s deepest information. He scrolled through it lazily and Jongup pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at the gold watch resting on the comfort of his wrist bone. His brows pinched together when he realised just how much time has passed.

“We can’t finish our attack plan if we don’t have an insight of their building” Yongguk muttered he too was clamping his fingers down on different parts of his face to express his stress and the concentration he was putting into the plan for their great attack.

Jongup continued to pace, arm bent in front of him so he could watch the time pass as he stormed from one end of the room to the other. There was a knock on the door and the three of them looked up at the sound, Jongup swung the door open in his stomp towards the front of the room and Himchan greeted him with several barrels and bags containing tubes surrounding him.

“Should this be enough?” He asked, there was an arrogant grin barely being restrained from his lips and Jongup stared at the gunpowder surrounding him.

“Eh, should be” Jongup shrugged as the look on Himchan’s face flattened and they stared at each other for a few silent seconds.

“Bring it in” Jongup sighed, moving through Himchan to one of the barrels, it met his waist in height and Jongup remained silent as Himchan watched him move the barrel, rolling it through the door and into the weaponry room. He passed Yongguk who looked up at him with curious eyes when the door to the side room for the already large weaponry room was opened. Jongup turned the light on and Yongguk continued to watch him disappear through the door with the barrel before looking back down at all the paper scattered on the lit up table in front of him.

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“How long are we going to sit here before anything is done?” The music was turned down again, but your ears were left ringing and you had never felt so stiff in your life.

“I’m pulling over now so you can get out, then we’ll circle the building and see if anyone is in there. That’s where you come in Zelo”

“Yes sir” Zelo did his best to salute Daehyun as the car came to a stop and you groaned as he began moving. You didn’t know how Zelo managed to use his foot to open the door, but he did and as you opened the door at your head your crawled out of the car arms first as Zelo rolled off of you and onto the gravel at his feet, sitting and rubbing the sore spots before getting up and stretching.

“We better never have to do anything like that again” You hissed, hands massaging the sore places, constantly moving to aid each part of your body.

“I can’t promise you anything, now get back in the car you two” Daehyun commanded and you stood up slowly and moved back to the front seat as fast as your pained body would allow you to. As the three of you sat in the car your body began to ease up and you soon stopped noticing the pain that was fading away.

Like Daehyun said, the car circled the building as Zelo stuffed everything neatly into a bag. You looked at the building each time you passed it, not sure how to feel as you laid your eyes upon it. It was the fifth time circling the area when Zelo spoke up.

“Let’s start looking for a way in” Daehyun pulled over immediately and you all got out, walking towards the building as Daehyun looked around, then nodded for the two of you to follow him down the side of the building. He took the two of you to the back door, testing the door handle and then looking at Zelo. He nodded and Zelo stepped forward, shoving two wires into the door there was some sort of box in his hand that once pressed down on a few times, caused the wires to unlock the door.

“What are we now? Some sort of mafia spies?” You hissed in a whisper and they both shrugged at you, not understanding how a device capable of unlocking any door was a big deal. The door was slowly pulled open, you couldn’t see any lights on from the inside so you doubted if anyone was really in the building, or if this was even the main building you were meant to be searching for.

But as Zelo pulled out a torch, the light met with a black flag, the white splash of paint and two female faces mirroring each other, a crown and the word history in capital letter scrawled across a line of red paint seemed to prove Daehyun right as they grinned at each other.

“We’ve got it” Zelo chuckled and you stared at the two of them.

“You. Take her with you” Daehyun pointed at Zelo then to you, pulling his finger towards Zelo as if it were some sort of rope that would pull you towards him.

“I’ll wait here and give you the signal if anyone shows up. You two are on your own if someone comes, got it?” The two of you nodded, Zelo nodded in understanding whilst you nodded in a stupor, baffled that you were being given some sort of big job on a such an important mission.

“You’re here for a reason, aren’t you Y/N” Daehyun grinned and you nodded as you met eyes with him.

“Don’t let that fear cloud your reason” Daehyun kept his smile and you nodded, turning to follow Zelo’s retreating footsteps.

“I already set one up at the back door while you were having your moment of skittishness, we need one at every angle of the area so no mistakes can be made” Zelo whispered and you nodded, reaching out to hold the fabric of his jacket as he shone the torch around the area.

“Hold this” He shoved the torch at you and you shone it on him before following where his hands were going to work under a bowl of fruit.

“Isn’t that to typical?” You asked under you breath and Zelo shook his head.

“Everyone tends to avoid the typical. So they won’t even see this little guy nestled in here” He waved the small go pro in his hand and you watched as he set it up.

“We have one camera coming in” Youngjae notified and with heavy breaths Jongup rushed out of the side room to look over his shoulder at the computer.

“Don’t make to much noise, we don’t know if they’re in here” Zelo demanded and you rose an eyebrow at him.

“So this is a suicide mission?” You snapped lowly.

“Basically” Zelo shrugged before using one of the office chairs to plant a camera behind the bar holding the curtains up.

“There’s our second” Youngjae pointed as another box popped up on screen. The two of you could be seen putting the chair back and scurrying to another part of the room, setting up a camera and creating a third box on the screen of Youngjae’s laptop.

“They’re getting there” Yongguk muttered, grateful nothing had gone wrong so far.The two of you left the room and only seconds later there was the view of Zelo’s nose too close to the camera. The four watching cringed as he breathed out and the screen became fogged up.

“We need to keep moving quickly” He pulled away blinking as he adjusts the camera and rushed to another section of the hall, shoving one of the cameras in a pot plant as you lit the way for him.

“Bring it over to the computers” Jongup demanded and everyone followed him as Youngjae rushed to connect the laptop to the widescreen computers. More boxes popped up as the two of you made your way through the building, reaching the second floor at a high speed.

“Zelo, if you have these camera’s what the hell were the cords for?” You asked and Zelo turned to grin down at you.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and see about that” You rose an eyebrow at him and he stepped away from the camera, shoving your shoulder to keep you moving. You followed him with rushed steps as you got to the last room in the building, the most important one of all. Zelo opened the door and the light from the torch shone on the objects of Jaeho’s office as you trailed it around the room.

“Let’s be quick so we can get out of here” Zelo muttered and you nodded, quickly opening the door wider as the two of you stepped into the room. Jaeho’s office was the place with the most hiding spots and the most cameras. You shoved things at Zelo and shone the torches in areas for him to put the cameras. There was a sudden, high pitched flow of melody and Zelo looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell is that? Who the hell would be singing at this time of the night?” You asked and Zelo shook his head.

“That’s Daehyun’s signal”

With his hood covering his face, Daehyun brought his fingers to his ear. His mouth fell open as he hit the high note, causing two sets of eyes to fall on his figure leaning against the car, parked rather closely to the back door of their building. When he was done, he got in the car and drove off before the two could say anything about what they just witnessed.

“You think that’s something we should be worried about?” The tall silhouette looked down at Jaeho and he scoffed, shaking his head as he chuckled.

“No one’s brave enough to challenge us, of course we don’t have to worry about freaks like that”

“Zelo what the hell are we meant to do?” You panicked as Zelo rushed you out of the office and towards the stairs.

“It’s important we get as close as we can to one of the exits, we’ll hide somewhere downstairs and leave through the back door just like we came in, if we can” With his hands on your shoulders he forced the two of you down the stairs and onto the main floor as you both looked around.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me” Jongup growled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched through the cameras.

“Why do the two specialising in the jobs on the site have to be total fucking idiots?” Jongup snapped as Yongguk shrugged.

“Hey, you asked for them”


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Some confessions are louder than others

A short Drarry. Enjoy. 

Hermione was a smart girl.

She knew it, her teachers knew it, the whole damn castle knew it. She was quick-witted, intelligent, and, most of all, observant. Hermione Jean Granger noticed and put things together that others simply missed.

…For example.

Hermione noticed the way that Harry Potter was becoming unhealthily obsessed with Draco Malfoy. She noticed that he didn’t always speak of his Slytherin counterpart in venomous tones anymore, either.

Hermione also noticed the way that this very same Draco Malfoy was constantly staring at her dear friend in class, like he was trying to burn holes through Harry’s poor skull.

She thought she might know what was going on, even if the involved parties did not.

Unfortunately for most people, Hermione Jean Granger also had no qualms about interfering where she thought her meddling might be beneficial.

Draco didn’t feel right.

He set the goblet of pumpkin juice down, wondering if maybe he was getting sick. He wouldn’t be surprised. It wasn’t like he wasn’t under an exuberant amount of stress or anything.

Kill Albus Dumbledore, Draco. I want it done before the year is complete.

No big deal. Just your normal, run-of-the-mill command from your typical, mass-murdering master.

Draco shuddered, pushing his untouched plate of food away from him. Crabbe eyed him confusedly. Considering that this was the manner in which Crabbe looked at most things most of the time, Draco was hardly bothered. “I think I need to lie down,” he muttered. “I’m—I’m skiving off Charms. Tell Flitwick I’m sick.”

He didn’t wait for a response before standing. Draco grabbed his bag and was halfway down the table when he abruptly collided with someone.

“Hey—what the hell, Granger!”

Draco’s bag fell to the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. Hermione Granger stepped away demurely, making Draco scowl even further. It was like she had run into him on purpose! “Watch we’re you’re going, you stupid—”

“Watch your mouth, Malfoy.” Ron Weasley instantly stepped in, his hand hovering over his pocket where he assuredly kept his wand. Because it was never just one of them, was it? The Golden Trio was infuriatingly inseparable.

“Ron…” Granger hissed the word like an owner might scold a dog. And just like a dog, Weasley lowered his hand and stepped away, though he kept his furious glare fixed on Draco.

Perhaps Draco would have been the one to draw his wand instead, if his attention hadn’t been so suddenly and horrifically derailed.

“Here, just—”

Potter was bending over and—and touching his things, and—

Some part of Draco’s mind knew that this should have bothered him very deeply and on many different levels, but it didn’t.

It was like the entire Hall just melted away into oblivion. The Headmaster he was supposed to be murdering, the faculty and staff, the countless students who were about to bear witness. They all faded into nothing as Harry James Potter handed him a stack of books and quills.

“—just take your stuff, Malfoy, and—”

“I love you.”

There was a short pause in which absolutely no one breathed. Draco thought that Weasley might have scoffed something incredulous, but he wasn’t listening.

He wasn’t paying attention to anyone else.

Harry’s beautiful, green eyes widened in shock before his lips parted and he laughed, breathy and flustered. “Ex…cuse me?” he said in a high, concerned tone. “What—”

“I love you,” Draco repeated. The entire table filled with Slytherin students behind him turned in their seats. The whole Hall seemed to be fall silent, but Draco hardly noticed. “I love you, I-I think I have for a while, I just—I never realized it before right now.”

Harry’s face slid into one of downright disbelief. Draco knocked the books from his arms which he had just gathered up for him so that he could grasp Harry’s hands. “I love you, you gorgeous, reckless idiot. I love you. I love you!”

He was shouting. Harry turned a brilliant shade of red, seemingly paralyzed by Draco’s very loud and traumatizing confession. Draco decided that it felt good to shout. “I love you!” he yelled again, laughing. Giddy with emotion, he turned towards the Hall at large and declared, even louder:

“I love Harry Potter!”

Then, without even thinking it through, Draco turned his attention back to the stunned boy in front of him and crashed his lips over his, passionately kissing Harry Potter for the entirety of the school to see.  

…Maybe it was just the drama of the moment, but later, when Draco found himself in Slughorn’s office with various antidotes being shoved down his throat, he most definitely recalled that Potter had kissed him back.

“You were certainly under the influence of something, my boy,” Slughorn confirmed morbidly, once Draco felt that he was himself again. Draco wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, his mortification swiftly turning into rage. “But you should be right as rain, now!”

…Not that being cured of his temporary ailment could possibly undo the damage that had been done.

Draco was furious, venomous, murderous. Potter had used a love potion on him! Surely in some ill-conceived attempt to figure out what he was working on; Potter had been tailing him for weeks, now…

And he’d shouted he loved him, in front of the entire school… And kissed him…

Fuming, Draco set off to find Potter without so much as a ‘thank you’ to Slughorn. “That bastard,” he seethed under his breath. “I’ll kill him, I’ll—oh, for fuck’s sake, Granger! Watch where—”

“I did it.”

For Hermione Granger had just turned a corner, walking right into him—again—like she had just been waiting outside of Slughorn’s office for him to emerge.

“—you’re—what?

“I slipped you the potion,” she said quickly. She had both of her hands raised on either side of her face, looking defensive. “It was me.”

Draco stared, dumbfounded. Unlike Potter, he was not inherently terrible at potions (the fact that Potter had become so inexplicably skilled at the subject this year was clearly just favoritism on Slughorn’s part… the old walrus), and therefore was very distraught at what she was saying. “But… but if you brewed the amortentia, then—”

“It wasn’t amortentia,” she said huffily, like Hermione Granger would never stoop to such things. “It was a confidence elixir, Malfoy. A potion to boost your assurance exponentially. It’s related to Felix Felicis, though not as powerful. You should look it up. Anyway, I thought you could use a bit of… encouragement.”

She smile brightly before sauntering off. Draco watched her go, far too stunned in that moment to say or do anything.

“Oh.” She stopped suddenly, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile on her face. Draco was very glad that the hallway was empty. “By the way… he’s obsessed with you.”

Then she left, a bit of a bounce in her step.

Draco hated that, rather than continue to be furious or thirsty for vengeance… Well, he just couldn’t stop smiling.

My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! RFAs reaction to MC who casts spells? Like lights candles and casts spells like a little witch. MC started because she found spells online and tried them out, but they actually seemed to work! Whether or not they really do is up to you haha

A/N: guys idk if you know this but i’m actually really into witchcraft- like magick, crystals, spirituality, spells, sO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS and i just im soRRY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS REQUEST but i toned it down a little to spare y'all ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -He was the one to bring the idea up in the first place, actually!

           -“MC!!! I can’t remember anything! I’ve studied this same page for the past hour or so and I can’t remember ANY of it. Uhg, why can’t there be any kind of magic to help me with this? You know, kind of like Harry Potter? Or the magic spells in LOLOL!!”

           -Now you weren’t witch-savvy but you were determined to find something that could help him!! Or at least make him feel as if he’s being helped! He needed to pass this upcoming test and seeing him suffer made you feel terrible!

           -So, thanks to the internet, you found a sort of “Study star” spell for him! You explain it to him and he is so!!! ready!!! to try!!

           -You light up an orange candle, as he focuses on the light. You had him draw a seven point star, had him dab a smudge of sage oil in the center of the star and on his forehead between his eyes. You also had him repeat the chant a few times.

           -You had him keep the paper in his hand the whole time he studied, and when he was done, he blew out the candle

           -Neither of you knew if it did anything but he did have to admit that he was excited to try it anyway!!

           -He came home the next day from his test extremely hyper, loud, and just all around excited puppy yoosung

           -“MC! MC! I PASSED! I PASSED IT WITH FLYING COLOURS! IT WORKED, THE SPELL-THINGY WORKED! OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO DO IT EVERY SINGLE TIME”

           -He was yelling in excitement, jumping on the other half of the couch as you bounced up and down on the other half due to him. You agreed to do it every time he need to study, so he could get and keep his grades up!

*ZEN:

           -He was disappointed about not getting the part he wanted in a play

           -And the moment he walked into your guy’s home, you were practically hit in the face with his negative aura

           -“Oh no, nonono, step back outside”

           -You pushed him out of the front door and he stood there completely confused. Too confused to even ask what was going on, or attempt to re-enter the home

           -He watched as you mixed salt and garlic and sprinkled it along the doorsteps, the windowsills, any entry point to the house

           -“MC what in the world are you doing can I please come inside now?? What are your sprinkling everywhere??”

           -You explained that you protected the house from negative influences, and that now he was able to enter the house

           -“I don’t want your negative energy up in here Zen, so I’m protecting our home. Now, come on inside and tell me what’s wrong, love”

           -HE DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE INTO THIS KIND OF STUFF???? MC can you give me more protection things? Self-care? BeauTY SPELLS????

           -You just sigh every time he asks but you do secretly draw him an herbal protection bath at least once a month and he just thinks you buy the MOST amazing bath salts because they smell and make him feel a m a z i n g

*JAEHEE:

           -You’ve noticed her stress lately, it’s not like she hides it well

           -And you wanted to help!! But you just COULDN’T think of a spell to help

           -You thought of maybe combining two of them, but suddenly you had an idea!

           -You ran up to her with a bag full of different colour yarn, and told her the meaning of each colour. She was thrown off and wasn’t sure why you were telling her, but she played along

           -“You have to pick one according to how you feel, as in what kind of problems you’re having! Did you pick one? Oh good! Okay, the next thing you need to do is hold it taut. Got it?”

           -She followed your directions silently. She knew you believed in things like spells and magic and she wanted to respect you although she didn’t believe in it herself. Besides, she knows you’re just trying to help, and she can’t complain about that!

           -“Okay now, concentrate on all of your problems you’re having. Really visualize them as you tie knots into yarn. Yes, just like that! You’re tying up the problems and they can’t get away!”

           -She held it out to you when she was done visualizing, “Alright now what? Do we do something about visualizing the same problems and untie the knots, as if we’re letting go of- MC where are you going?”

           -You snatched the yarn from her while she talked, holding it far out in front of you as if it was evil, and you ran outside. She watched as you tried to quickly dig a hole in the dirt and throw the yarn in it, figuratively burying her problems

           -She shook her head and couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t feel any problems go away, but she did get happier knowing you wanted to help her bad enough that you’d run outside and try to dig a hole with one hand

*JUMIN:

           -He came home one day to find you rubbing some sort of liquid across your wrist, heart, and forehead. And only those places. He was thoroughly confused. You weren’t new to spell casting but he’s never SEEN you do it

           -It smelt like a mix of lemon juice, mint, basil, and a few more that he couldn’t place off the top of his head

           -He asked what you were doing and you just smiled at him, shrugging before you answered

           -“I made a spell! I boiled basil, bay leaves, coriander, lemon juice,-” He watched you list several things off but just tilted his head to the side out of confusion

           -“You…casted… a spell? Like as in magic? And witches?”

           -“Yeah! I casted it because…well.. I just wanted to strengthen our relationship and make sure our love is there and strong at all times…”

           -You looked down at your feet, pouting a little bit, hoping you didn’t freak him out, but he kissed your forehead instead

           -“Oh, MC, you didn’t need a spell for that. The love I have for you is immense, there’s no need to worry”

           -Which wOW you couldn’t tell if that was just him being honest with you or if your spell DID work. You’d have to try another one to see if it worked.

           -“But um, MC? What can I used to wash this mixture off because I really dislike the taste. I probably should have kissed your cheek instead.”

*SAEYOUNG:

           -Can’t tell me nerd boy hasn’t tried to recreate spells from Harry Potter or the show Charmed

           - i also believe that he’s tried a few protection spells for saeran growing up

           -But lately you’ve noticed he’s had a string of nightmares and you felt terrible! Watching him wake up completely freaked out broke your heart

           -You weren’t sure how to really bring up the idea of performing a spell, so you just blurted it out

           -He just nodded and smiled towards you before saying, “Yeah I was thinking the same thing. Last time they got really bad I tired one and it seemed to help. Maybe with you doing it with me, it’ll work even better!!!!”

           - im sorry last time you whAT

           -You threw your shock out of the window when he pulled out the items you needed- salt, rosemary, rose petals, glass bowl, valerian, and polish moonstone

           -WheRE DID HE HAVE THESE THINGS AND WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOW ABOUT IT

           -Helped him find a place by the bed to put the bowl where he wouldn’t accidently knock it over

           -Overall you had no real part in this?? He did it all himself??? You weren’t NEW to witchcraft or anything but??? You’re just disappointed that you had nO IDEA HE WAS INTO IT

*V:

           -He travels often for his photography

           -But this most recent trip, there was a little hiccup and made the trip a little dangerous

           -And you DID. NOT. LIKE. IT.

           -So you were determined to make sure he was safe every time he left the house

           -You were new to the whole magick aspect, and decided to find something on the internet and see if it would help at all

           -(Or at least help ease your mind about him leaving)

           -You decided to make a “Safe Travel” charm for him!!!

           -Crying a little on the inside as you tore a bit of your red flannel shirt (MC it’s not like it fits anymore, it’ll be okay), placed some dirt, large pieces of rock salt, and one of your favourite silver rings into it. The moment you were done sewing it into a little bag, you rushed to give it to him

           -He was surprised at the gift, but his heart immediately MELTED when you told him what it was, what it’s made of, and why you made it. HONESTLY DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE ON TRIPS AFTER THAT, how could he worry his MC that much??

           -He swore to be 500% careful when he left the house, and NEVER do anything to make you worry. Neither of you knew if the charm actually worked the way it was supposed to, but it did remind him that he needed to take your feelings into account when he takes trips

*SAERAN:

           -He’s seen you participate in spells and rituals before

           -He’s even read up about the magick! Mainly because he was interested in the black magick aspect before meeting you

           -Now that he’s met you, and you participate in the white magick, he figures what could it hurt.

           -He’s been pretty down lately, and you felt horrible about it! The both of you knew nothing really caused it, but you still wanted to try to help

           -He was walking into the room to ask you a question about this new movie he saw, but noticed you were sitting at the altar you set up

           -You were sitting in front of 3 yellow candles, he could smell cedar, and he watched you sprinkle some herbs around the candles

           -He kept hearing you mutter to yourself, and he decided not to disturb you. But once you were done, he definitely questioned just what you were doing

           -“You were testing a happiness spell? What for? Are you not happy, MC? Is everything alright?” He actually got REALLY worried like oh nO MY MC IS SAD???

           -“No, no! I wanted to see if it worked because… I mean, if it does work I was gonna suggest you try it. You’ve been down lately and I just want to help but I guess I should have just asked if you wanted help and I’m sor-”

           -He cut you off before you could apologize by hugging you. He muttered a thank you before he kissed the side of your head. He agreed to try the spell with you, as well! that was easy, thought i’d have to fight more

butteredonions  asked:

mumble my mumble, can you please write more of keith and pidge being amazing? I love when you have them tag-teaming on an adventure. Keith and Pidge save the day? All hope seems lost UNTIL--?

oh onion my onion, how about something entirely different from the nice quiet crap I usually write? i hope you like space battles. jk I know you like space battles


Keith slams Red’s controls forward, and she blasts up with a drag of inertia that fuses Keith’s bones to his chair. The warship’s beam weapon fills the cockpit with sickly purple light as it slices through space beneath him, glancing off the castle’s shields. There’s no time to slow down. Red’s tail picks off two ships with neatly-placed shots, and three more seem to push forward to replace them.

They’re losing. They’re losing badly.

Lance shoots by in the opposite direction, peeling one of Keith’s pursuers off of him. He’s gone quiet, which is never a good sign, but he’s still fighting. The carrier ship that had warped in - that had been their first indication of the trap the Galra had sprung, that had tipped the balance of the battle irrevocably -  releases another wave of attackers, and they swing in a deadly flock towards Shiro. Hunk is near him, watching his back. Keith has long since lost track of Pidge.

Keith tries to breathe, tries to calm down. Tries to figure the odds as anything but ever-shrinking. They’re all getting tired, and the castle can’t warp, and that carrier is spitting out too many ships. If they don’t figure something out, and soon…

“Hey, Shiro,” says Pidge suddenly over their comms. “I’ve got an idea. You’re not going to like it.”

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It’s a chapter all about Anna… joy let’s dive into, Neo Eclipse

Okay I have an issue with this cover and mainly it’s lucy. Why is she in a sexualized pose? The Phantom Lord arc was actually an arc where she was beaten and tormented and it wasn’t BDSM fanservice. It was actual torture. Easy way to fix this would be to have Natsu and Gajeel in the foreground staring down, then have the robotic castle in the mid ground, and then Makarov and Jose Staring Down in the Background. But on to the Chapter.

We open on Crocus years ago during an eclipse. That was when the eclipse gate opened and Anna appeared in this time line. But she seems to missing some kids.

Okay that’s pretty funny.

Actually here’s a question Toma sees all this but in the GMG arc he never noticed that Lucy looked like Laya and Anna. You think he’s remember seeing as they did something unbelievable and crossed over time. Oh wait, I’m trying to use logic but this poorly timed retcon doesn’t allow for that.

So Anna and Layla catch up and explain the situation. Layla explains how she didn’t want Lucy to bare this burden. Y’know hearing this talk about Lucy and it coming from 2 characters that look like her, makes really angry at the fact Lucy has gotten almost NOTHING to do this arc. I mean christ, it’s not like Lucy’s a main character and these 2 have been flash back only characters who served their purpose in the narrative.

This is weird… Like time travel itself is already tricky and now your trying to see to make a contradiction as if all this is pointless but not pointless. Or is this following the multiverse theory that altering tie makes another universe- And I’m going to stop asking questions.

Oh now you go searching for the flying children, great care taker.

Also again with the king, why did you include this, seriously retcon you’re a pain in the ass already, just please stop making more holes.

So cutting back to the present, Anna explains how in this era there is an anomaly that she discovered…

That was caused by her travel? I guess it makes sense as the plan was to use the dragon slayers to beat Acnologia and this rift in time was a product of crossing time.

Okay Jellal is right how did anyone not notice. Oh wait Anna hid it.

So this rift in time is apparently so strong nothing can exist near in it and in this era of stronger magic nothing can compare to this abnormal magic. Hey Anna, here’s an idea, why didn’t you ask the king for help? Yeah they fear Acnologia too and they know that you’d be on the up and up. Why didn’t you ask for their help with this, it’s essentially a hole in time I don’t know how bright you are Anna but with a whole kingdom working together could probably figure out what this thing is faster and kill Acnologia faster.

The Hole is also apparently very small so you can’t find it easy.

So that’s the plan. Totally not the ending goal of Rave Master.

Or the other option is the dragon slayers, the ones were brought here to beat Acnologia in the first place.

Okay this is where I make a few people scratch their heads on what I say next, this makes sense but I don’t like it. You’re probably curious why I’m so down on a flash back chapter even though having flashbacks are a great way to develop characters. Hell, if you all remember my big break out in the reviewing world was the Irene flashback chapter which I praised the fuck out of. Well, lets compare Irene and Anna. Anna is a character that had no build up that it was possible to be here, only appeared in flash back, and we knew nothing of her character. Irene was a spriggan who were the big villains of the arc, had a presence, and build up before her flash back. Irene’s flash back added to the world and made her as a main villain have more depth to her, Anna being retconned into the present was something that was so easy to explain that the text explanation she gave of how she got here was honestly enough, we didn’t need to see more of it because essentially it would be padding. Another thing that bothers me is with this time spent on something so simple we didn’t need to see it, we’re taking away time that could be spent on characters that do need it, like Lucy. I mean Anna and Lalya are characters who’s stories have been put to rest, we don’t need to know more about them when all it’s doing is reiterating what we already know and won’t impact us anymore in this point in the narrative, whereas characters like Lucy who have gotten almost nothing this arc are still left with nothing. So this whole sequence and back story make sense, but it still is pointless.

Speaking of Lucy, we cut to Magnolia

Oh look Gray is coming to terms to not wanting to endanger Natsu’s life. I’m gonna silently cry for this scene and all the greatness it could’ve had if the whole END and Gray relationship wasn’t botched.

WHAT THE HELL! YOU CAN JUST OPEN IT?! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF TARTAROS?! I mean the whole point of END not being revived sooner is because the magic in the world is so great that END can’t exist but apparently you can open it. I wouldn’t be as mad if not this chapter actually unintentionally made a reason why this is stupid and that’s how we spent so much time talking about this Era having a lot of more magic than in the past. We know in the past END was around, he knew Igneel, meaning he can live in a world with magic just not in an abundance like now.

Okay I complain about Lucy doing nothing, but Gray’s sin this arc is he’s an idiot. He’s not telling his friends about something potentially dangerous. Look Gray has kept to himself before he’s left some characters out of the loop like with Ultear but this isn’t something personal he doesn’t want to drag his friends into but this is the fate of the world he’s not telling them.

We return to the only good thing in this climax, Natsu vs Zeref

The fight continues but Zeref has come to realize that, hey he can’t die.

Yep you heard right people due to all the shit that’s happen to him he’s going to use the power of time to re make the world where he was never turned immortal. Y’know I sound like a broken record but RAVE MASTER! Seriously this is just Lucia’s goals and motivation from Rave, getting screwed over in this world so he considers it a wrong one and wants to go to a world where none of this happened and will use the power of time to make it happen. You can’t get anymore like Lucia at this point Zeref.

Oh god just dye your hair blond and call yourself Lucia at this point.

Again Natsu is sounding like the smart one here, good on ya! Also he seems to be turning into END, well I guess that choice was really pointless as the ones who decide who natsu is are his friends. Also Mavis was a key to neo eclipse. SO Mavis was a way of accessing a power that’ll open the way to using a magic that manipulates time? Well guess we should call her SInclaire now (take a shot if your playing the Rave Master Drinking game). Now Zeref’s master Plan actually does make sense. Unlike Anna’s flashback this actually makes sense of another way to get rid of his curse, as we know, Zeref only hedged his bets on END killing him, still doesn’t mean he can. SO having this back up plan is rather interesting.

As for the next chapter being called “Pegasus vs Black Dragon”, I had a rant for that but I think it best be saved for next time.

Post Chapter follow up: This chapter was weird for me. I can’t really put the Anna stuff as good or bad. It’s doing development but it only treading over already know ground. While it makes sense, we really didn’t need this and just kinda wastes time. Another thing I can’t judge is Zeref’s master plan. It makes sense for his character but it also seems so hollow. Like this is the weakness of having a villain group that’s under developed, we don’t know if he’s been lying to everyone, saying that he needed Fairy Heart to destroy Acnologia or he told them all and they were on board with this. Actually that would be interesting like maybe Irene wanted this new world so she could never become a dragonor maybe August wanted a world where he could be raised by Zeref and Mavis or Brandish who might want in this new world her mother alive.

On the negative side Anna is still negative. I went on a long rant about how she shouldn’t be this teacher because it is ruining the bond of Slayer and dragon, which is sill true but I was still open that from chapters on I wouldn’t be as down on her as I was then. But now, her problem seems to be how her existence is literally causing more holes.

Another thing on the negative is the main characters. Gray you’ve become a fucking idiot. I mean wow. Some people say this is to make Natsu look better but it really doesn’t. While Natsu is still the best thing just for verbally slapping around zeref, my attention is more drawn that Gray is acting very dumb. Lucy as well with this is still doing nothing. This is the final arc, have her do something, now some say Lucy is doing something, she’s the emotional support for the team. I hate that excuse. While Lucy has been the emotional support at times she wasn’t soley just that, she was the heart of Fairy tail. While, she cared for everyone she was still active in fights, coming up with plans, discovering things on her own etc. But now all she’s doing is sitting on her ass either crying or waxing friendship which isn’t Lucy. Lucy doesn’t have to just fight someone to be considered, “something” she could be the one who figures out how to save natsu when he was dying or she could make a way to use the book of END, that would be doing something. But all she’s doing is “emotional support” which is something all characters in this team should have but nope lets just diminish Lucy to just that.

Final negative point is that opening of the book. It doesn’t make sense and what hurts it even more is it makes a way that explains why END can’t be summoned. If he is, you are again lessening Tartaros’s story and it’s END plot.

Good points, Natsu is again the best things this chapter for pointing out this bullshit and trust me that’s a breath of fresh air. Also Yes I’m glad END is still around as a lot of people speculated END was no more thanks to the seed crap.

Another good thing is what Fairy Heart is. Most expected it to be some world ending nuke but actually it’s a way to access time. That is really interesting.

Final Verdict: 4/10

  • There are some things that aren’t bad but just padding
  • More misuse of characters
  • A legit interesting turn
  • Not bad but not good