still waiting for the day he returns

On the 11th Day of Christmas

1. One Fancy FBI Ball  / 2. Two Women, One Man. Trouble / 3. Three Final Words / 4. A Dance in Four-Four Time / 5. Five White Berries/ 6.Six Degrees Fahrenheit / 7. Seven Dollar Cocoa / 8. Eight Ways of Looking at a Kiss / 9. Nine Missing Minutes / 10th Time’s a Charm

11. Half Past Eleven

After an embarrassed Scully nearly falls out of the bed and introduces herself to Dr. Zimmerman, the two of them confer on Mulder’s condition. Dr. Zimmerman is equally surprised by Mulder’s amnesia, but not concerned enough to run more tests.

“As far as I can tell, Agent Mulder,” he explains, “there’s no reason to keep you overnight. We’ll simply need to wait to see if these localized memories return. If things still aren’t normal in a number of days, we’ll refer you on to a neurologist for a full workup.”

“So he can go?” Scully sounds incredulous, not used to hospital stays of less than a day at least.

“I’ll get started on the discharge right now,” the doctor nods before turning toward Mulder. “I’ll write you a prescription for some painkillers, but other than that, I feel comfortable handing you off into Dr. Scully’s care.”

“Dr. Scully’s care?” Mulder raises an eyebrow.

“Well, yes,” Dr. Zimmerman answers, looking back and forth between the two of them. “I assume she’ll be monitoring you for the next 24 to 48 hours?”

“But we –” Mulder starts before Scully immediately interrupts him.

“Of course,” she nods. “I’ll keep an eye out for advanced concussion symptoms.”

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In some versions of the story
it wasn’t the sun that Icarus flew too close to-
it was the ocean
with it’s tantalizing blue depths
and salt water that stripped his wings of glue and down down down he fell
sinking into the waves
no one ever taught him how to swim.

in some versions of the story
Persephone walked into the underworld with her head held high
eyes forward
ready to take and take and take
she stole the pomegranate seeds and when Hades found out
he was furious and sent her away
but every six months the seeds brought her back to the gate
and a crown made of thorns grew on top of her head
and she was queen.

in some versions of the story
Artemis fell in love with a mortal
and when he broke her heart she grew cold and unfeeling
not even her brother could pull her from her darkness
there are days when she still finds herself at the windowsill
waiting waiting waiting for her lover to return
knowing he’s with another.

in some versions of the story
Medusa grew lonely
she lived in a garden of statues and no one came to visit anymore and all she wanted was someone to love
she became angrier and angrier at the cursed serpents on her head until one day
she grabbed gardening shears and one by one by one
chopped off the heads of the snakes
but with their life force went hers and they bled out together
and with a knowing look in her eyes she faded away.

in some versions of the story
the Gods and monsters and legends are still among us
in churches and diners and battlefields
they sit hunched over on dirty porch steps with cigarettes in their hands
or across from you as a dinner date
they have become us in more ways than one

in some versions of the story
the myths never faded from our minds because they are still in front of our eyes and
you are the main character
you are the reason we are all still here.

—  You’ll never know how much you mean to the stars– Lily Rain
Kylo Ren Imagine

Originally posted by reylooo

“Imagine Kylo tries to make you smile after a bad day.”
> Requested by Anon.♡<

Kylo knew that something was up with you when you entered his quarters. You normally had a pretty smile on your lips when you saw each other but today you looked just stressed and kinda sad.
„Y/N, is something wrong? Has something happened ? You don‘t look happy.“
You shrugged. „I just had a bad day.“
Kylo looked a bit concerned. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a kiss on your forehead but you still looked unhappy.
„Anything I can do to make your day better ?“
„Not really.“
Kylo thought about some possibilities to make you happy.
„Wait here Y/N, I‘ll be right back.“
You wondered why Kylo stormed off so fast but you decided to wait.

He returned after a few minutes with the cat of Hux, Millicent.
„Oh god Kylo, is this-“
„It is ! I stole Hux‘s cat so you can cuddle with her.“
He walked over to you and placed Millicent on your lap before he sat down next to you. You looked shocked at Kylo but he just grinned.
„Can you imagine Hux‘s face when Millicent is missing ? I bet he destroys some planets in his anger or fights some Troops. I also bet that he loses against the Stormtrooper.“
Kylo‘s words and the imagination of Hux made you giggle. You petted Millicent‘s head and her purr was kinda relaxing.
„So, now after stealing the cat for you, can I get at least a little smile ?“
You looked at Kylo to give him the smile he asked for. Millicent and the effort he did for you really brightened your day.
„That‘s how I like you best, Y/N, I want you to be happy.“
He put his arm around you and played with your hair, then he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

Prucan week 2016 - day 3 :  Fate/Soul Mates

They have been together for 50 years now and one day Gilbert return home to a empty house and a note saying “find me” with a red tread attached to it. It leads to the kitchen, then the living room, then their room, the study, then outside, pass the garden and into the quiet woods behind their house. night is falling and fireflies are flickering and he still follow the tread.

He find Matthew waiting for him making figures with the red tread in his hand and smiling brightly.

This is a bit sappy but the fate and soul mates prompts is the best for that.XD 

Song - “They run, they hide” by Brolly

Please do not repost to any other website without my consent please.;u;

@zigzagskellie@bubblegumparasite​ … @kisekidayo24 XD


There was a knock on the door. 

Everytime the sound rung out around his house, ZigZag felt a rush of energy zooming through him as he jumped up, paused the anime, and raced to the door - or sometimes spun back on his wheelie chair and darted over. His expression wasn’t showing his hope, but the speed in which the door was open - unlike him - was. 

Day in, day out, and there was still no sign of her. Every time he reached out for the door handle, he caught a glimpse of his arm, and the guilt came tumbling in. At least, whenever the one he waited for wasn’t present behind the door, his shy and worried nature returned until the other left. 

ZigZag worked, ate, watched anime, and waited…

And waited…

And waited… 

Until one day, all of his hope had been zapped. Maybe she had left. Healed herself and then moved on. Or maybe she was busy. Surely it can’t have taken this long… knowing Bubblegum, there was a chance she passed the pain on to someone else. 

Maybe she was never coming back. 

ZigZag let out a sigh and sat down on the couch, his hand reaching out for the remote, he held it out to the paused episode he had on screen, thumb over the play button. 

He couldn’t push it down. His hand began to shake, and he lowered his head. 

There was silence, as Zig’s tears dropped to the ground. He let out a shaky sob, shoulders shaking, but mostly, he was quiet. He wasn’t even thinking - letting his feelings take over. 

It was all over, wasn’t it? 

There was a knock at the door. 

ZigZag looked up with surprise, and though part of him was in denial - there was no way it was her. It couldn’t be. But his stomach was churning with that feeling - that feeling called hope, and it brought himself to his feet. 

ZigZag stepped up to the door, and reached out with his opposite hand, while the other lifted up to wipe the tears out of his eyes with his head slightly lowered.

“H-Hello, how c-can I help y—” 

“Have you been crying?” 

ZigZag’s head snapped up, eyes surprised as he focused on the one in front of him. Even now, he couldn’t believe it. All denial went away in an instance as he looked ahead at her - Bubblegum - standing right in his door right now. 

Keeping down his tears was a challenge. 

“W-Woah, man, are you—” 

In an instant, ZigZag lightly, but quickly pulled BubbleGum inside, shut the door, and turned around to face her. 

Her face was enflamed green, even though she held a frown. “W-What the hell are you d—”

ZigZag dived forward at that, wrapping his arms around the smaller one, just holding her close as he closed his eyes. On the outside, his face was neutral, but inside, he couldn’t have been happier. He wasn’t sure why, or what this was, but after all this time… she’d came back. 


ZigZag had been wrong. 

Bubblegum’s face couldn’t be any more green. She wasn’t sure what to say. In an instant, she let her actions take control, and squirmed herself out, pointing a finger at a suprised ZigZag. “Y-You better start explaining what that was all about!” she stuttered out. 

ZigZag blinked, and then couldn’t help it. He let out a giggle, which quickly changed into a laugh, eyes closed happily as it rung out around the house. 

Bubblegum blinked, carrying on, but it only made him laugh harder. “A-Are you broken or something?! I asked what was going on!” 

ZigZag let his laughter die down at a point where Bubblegum was looking away, arms folded, blush easily visible. 

“S-Sorry… just… kind of glad you’re okay…” he said, holding one of his arms, he looked to the side, slightly blushing himself, before turning his eyes back to her. 

For a minute, Bubblegum stared ahead, mouth slightly open. Her single eye may or may not have been shining a little, almost as if she saw or thought something else about Zig— what she was seeing! Snapping herself out of it, she looked up to the side. “Y-Yeah, well?! I’m g-glad you’re okay too!” 

ZigZag let out a small chuckle, causing Bubblegum to pout a little. He decided to change the subject. “So, uh… I got most of the sweets you wanted, I-I mean, if you wanna try them out.” 

Bubblegum lit up, eye shining massively. “Are you kidding man?! I’d funking love to!” she exclaimed, looking to either side, before back at ZigZag, noticing he was staring. “Well, anytime now!” 

ZigZag smiled geniuningly, staring ahead for a little bit, before nodding his head with his eyes closed contently. 


Alone again, ZigZag thought, though this time was not nearly as bad as the last time. Although he couldn’t help but look at the empty spot on the couch next to him, or the table, currently devoid of sweets, both full and empty wrappers. 

He’d gotten that used to having her around. 

There was a knock on the door. 

ZigZag smiled. 

I Will Wait

Inspired by the song I Will Wait For You by Us the Duo.

Two years ago, Tom left their cozy island in search of new lands to colonize. Two years ago, Jordan watched his dear friend as he disappeared over the horizon. He hadn’t thought much of it then. A few months. A few months and he’ll be back, Jordan had assured himself. Yet two years later, Tom still hadn’t returned.

Jordan watched the rich blue ocean all day, not thinking anything. Just waiting. Waiting for any sign of a sail, any sign of a figure coming back home. He sat up on his hill until the sun sunk below the waves and her sister moon lit up the night sky. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the cool breeze ruffle his hair.

When he opened his eyes again, all was still and quiet. Peaceful.

The captain felt an ache in his chest, and he took a shuddering breath in attempt to calm his racing heart. And suddenly, he felt a wetness on his cheek. Bewildered, he wiped the tears off his face and started at the glimmer of his damp hand, as if he wasn’t quite sure where it came from.

He drew his knees to his chest and stared out into the sea once more. It was beautiful. The water gently washed onto the shore of his island, and the stars rippled with the waves. Dark. Still. Quiet.

Jordan stood slowly when he saw the sun rising once more, and made his way into his house. Another year he would wait. He would wait for as long as Tom needed to come back home.

Title: black asphodel

Length: 7.5k

Fandom: D.Gray-Man

Pairings: Allen Walker/Howard Link

Summary: 1920s mafia/gangster AU with gratuitous hitman!link and prostitute!allen.

“One day, we could leave this all behind,” Allen said later, staring at the ceiling, still naked. Against the white of the linens and washed out by the morning light, he was something of a ghost.  "You and me, straight down the line, right?“

Link didn’t say anything at first. He was sitting at the far end of the bed, buttoning his shirt back up. Slowly, processing everything Allen was saying, he folded his cuffs into position. He hated wearing day-old clothes. He’d have to change immediately upon returning home.

"Yeah,” Allen continued, not waiting for Link’s response, maybe not even anticipating one at all. “You have your baking. I have my piano. We could move somewhere far away. Maybe up North, where there’s no Prohibition laws and we could drink champagne all day. You, me, and Montreal.”

A/N: hi there, @howardlinkedin! i was your secret santa! i strayed a tiny bit from the original prompt, and um, got wordy as hell with it, but i hope you enjoy it! have a merry christmas, and thank you for being such a positive force in the fandom! thank you @dgmsecretsanta2016 for organising!

read it here on ao3!

I’m sitting on a train next to a little girl and her father. The dad got up from his seat while the girl was still sleeping. She woke up, but wasn’t worried as to where her father went. Meanwhile, I was terrified. She gave me a look and said, ‘Don’t worry, he will come back. He will never leave me.’ Soon enough, the father came back and kissed her on the forehead. She then whispered into my ear saying, 'When someone loves you with all there heart, they will always return to you. They will always find their way back, and they would never leave you forever.’ I realized from that day on that you never loved me…And I’ve been waiting for you, but you left me forever.


The lesson I learned from a little girl named Charlotte


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Fairly self explanatory for the most part. Merlin is continuing to wait for Arthur and has recurring dreams & pines. One day he has a vision where he sees that Arthur is coming back, so he runs to avalon & finds nothing there, however, he feels Arthur has in fact returned but he missed the occasion because he was not watching the lake. In order not be recognised he has lead many different lives & thus he could not always stay by the lake. & then, much like a rom com & their first meeting, their eyes meet. Merlin still feels guilty about the past, not being there for Arthur’s coming back, but Arthur reassures him all is well. & the rest is history. Or the future.

Heimat [V]

{{ noun //  a place you can call “home” - includes a sense of belonging, acceptance, and safety }}

Home is where the heart is.

Angst, Fluff. Slice of Life AU. 1,355 words.

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Settling yourself down on the couch at three in the morning seems all too familiar, a scene you recreate every night for the past twenty seven days. Taehyung used to promise he will be home before midnight, but ever since he broke that promise every single night for the first nine days, you stopped believing and he stopped promising.

But you are still left waiting until the rays of the sunlight start to peek out across the sky and the doorknob jiggles, signaling his return home.

That is, if this is still a home.

It’s more of a vast space two strangers share. Well, you suppose the pair of you are more like acquaintances; you have not reached the lower level of becoming strangers yet, mere faces you pass by on the street. This relationship, or lack of, is slowly creeping up though, and you push it away harshly.

How did you go from being intimate lovers to this?

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18 MFU episodes that show the true depth of Napoleon & Illya’s friendship - Part 1

Quadripartite - Napoleon protects his very vulnerable partner.

Shark - Illya takes a beating to protect his partner, even knowing the futility.

Neptune - Underneath Napoleon’s cockiness is his determination to solve the mystery and bring Illya back home.

Terbuf - Illya knows Napoleon is going to need him and will do whatever it takes to help.

Fiddlesticks - Knowing he can’t save Illya is devastating for Napoleon.

Secret Sceptre - Illya once again goes above and beyond for Napoleon and Napoleon returns the favor by reclaiming something that belongs to him.

Love - Illya waiting for Napoleon at the airport and Napoleon so happy to see the friend he had earlier thought dead.

Ultimate Computer - Despite being ordered to get his disreputable body away, “Filthy” returns to rescue Napoleon.

Virtue - He knows he shouldn’t, but Illya still scuttles the mission to save Napoleon’s life.

Children’s Day - Napoleon gets a C- for putting friendship first.

More to follow…

Bad Dreams / Chapter 11

The rays of sunshine peeked through the trees signaling the start of morning. It had been a long night, running all the way through until day as you waited for Suho to return. The wind whistled through the sky, rustling up the leaves as you stared out into the forest with a worried gaze. You regretted leaving with Kai, being worried to no end of where Suho was as the boys assured you he was fine.

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Escaping fate part 4

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Spencer x Reader

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Description: You and Spencer have lived many lives, loosing and finding each other, making choices that ultimately lead to it ending in some tragic accident. Now present day, you meet at the B.A.U and your past lives come to you in dreams, each teaching you a different lesson that you both need to learn from in order to save the other, and escape your tragic fate.

Word count: 1,760

Song: Bloodstream by Stateless

Warnings: violence and blood.

Ancient lovers never forget the echo of each others hearts. An ocean of lifetimes may pass but still, in the end, your heart will guide you home. ~Unknown

You heard a commotion outside your chamber. It was the day before your wedding and you were dreading it. Your only hope was that Spencer would return soon and take you away from here like he promised so long ago.

He was off at war and had asked you to wait for him. But no thanks to your father you became engaged to another. Your father had become greedy as his popularity rose because of your brother, who had jumped through the ranks of the Roman military with Spencer. He now thought that he could marry you off to the highest bidder.

He played them all against each other, to get the most money he could off of you. It made you sick. When your father had finally picked a man, a date was set and you hadn’t known what to do. There was no escape. But now Spencer was back.

“I want to marry your daughter, if my money isn’t good enough then I challenge the man you think is better than me to a duel. If I lose you can have all my money and I’ll let her marry him.” You heard a familiar voice say with anger.

You walked further into the house where you had heard the voices, and saw him. Your heart leapt in your chest. You were about to run to him when your father began to speak.

“It’s not that I don’t want your money son, it’s just that I’ve made deals and plans. She has been promised to another for weeks, I can’t just break my agreements.”

You rolled your eyes at this. He didn’t care about agreements, he had no honor. He wouldn’t accept Spencer’s proposal because the guy you were supposed to marry, was even higher up in the Roman military, and far richer. He just happened to be your brother and Spencer’s general.

You could tell that Spencer was getting more furious by the second. “Fine if that’s the way you want it, then I’ll challenge him. I vow that tomorrow I will be the one marrying y/n.”

You heard some shuffling of footsteps followed by Spencer striding right past you and storming outside. You ran after him knowing exactly where he was going.

“Spencer wait. Don’t do this. I heard what you said, and I won’t let you risk your life for me. It’s not worth it.” You yelled after him trying to keep up with his long strides as he continued to walk away from you.

“So what? You get to be gone for however long you want, then show up out of the blue and ignore me.” You shouted at him exasperated.

That got his attention. His fists closed and his shoulders tightened as he spun to look at you. ”I’m doing this for you y/n. I love you and I won’t let you marry him. We both know that I can beat him I am better than anyone with a sword. I’ve done before and always come away the winner. It’ll be easy.” He approached you until he could lean down and whisper in your ear. “This has to be done. It’s the only way we can be together.”

“No. We can run away. We can leave and never look back. There is nothing here for me anymore.” You said laying your head on his chest and grabbing his arms that wrapped around your waist.

He sighed. “You know we can’t do that. I have a duty to my Emperor. I have responsibilities. Plus I need to be able to take care of you. I can’t do that if we’re on the run.” He said listing off reasons one by one brining your happiness down. “Then there’s the matter of your brother. We can’t leave him. He’ll need us more than ever now that he’s becoming a father.”

You gasped and looked up at him “Really?” You asked excitedly

He nodded his head and smiled down at you. “We can’t leave y/n. I’ll do this really fast, and then I’m taking you away from here. We can start our lives together.” He said leaning down pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“I’m just worried. I don’t feel good about this Spencer. I feel like something bad is going to happen and I won’t be able to stop it.” You said pulling out of his embrace and staring into his eyes so he knew how serious you were.

He shook his head and rubbed your shoulders. “There is nothing to worry about. There is no one above me with a blade. Everyone knows it. We might even get lucky. Maybe he won’t even accept the challenge, and give you up willingly.”

You laughed “I don’t think we will get that luck. But you are right. You are the best and if I didn’t think you could handle it I wouldn’t let you do this. But I’ll only let you go if you take me with you.”

You could see him open his mouth to fight against it you, but seeing the scared and serious expression on your face shut it and nodded. He took your hand and made your way to were the soldiers were being stationed in town for the wedding. When you had arrived he paused and turned to look at you.

“I need you to stay hidden. I don’t trust him. If he sees you there then he might use his guards to take you away.”

You wanted to deny that but you knew that he was right. “Okay I’ll stay. But please.” You whispered bringing his head down to you “Please come back to me.”

“Always.” He answered pressing his lips to yours in fierce kiss then turning and walking inside.  

You stared after him for a moment and then followed after. You made sure to stick to the shadows. There was no way that you were going to stay out there, while Spencer was in a dangerous situation fighting for you.

There was a commotion coming from the middle of the room. You strained your ears to hear what was happening, from where you were standing hidden in the corner. Nearly jumped out of your skin when a voice boomed “You what? He laughed at Spencer “You want to challenge me, your commanding officer over a lowly slave.”

Spencer didn’t shrink away from him. Instead he squared his shoulders and made his voice louder. “Yes. The father has already agreed to the challenge. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

“I guess the hard way.” The other man responded pulling his sword from his sheath and jumping down from the dais attacking Spencer at full force.

He barely had enough time to pull out his own blade, before the blows began to rain down on him. But he wasn’t the best for nothing. He blocked them all whirling the sword around and throwing jabs in as well. The clanking of steel against steel echoed throughout the room.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching them fight. That same bad feeling from before was still rolling around inside you. You pushed it away and focus back on the fight. That’s when Spencer started getting the upper hand. A shout ran through the building as Spencer’s blade sliced through his opponent’s leg.

You clapped along with the crowd. Spencer was going to win. All he had to do was finish it. The blood coming from the leg pretty much guaranteed it. Spencer brought the blade back and thrust it towards the heart of the, now kneeling, man.

The sword just about reached him when the other man kicked his legs out and threw Spencer off balance. It all happened so fast. The man got up off his knees and brought his own sword down and rammed it straight through Spencer’s chest.

You stood there in shock.  You didn’t believe what had just happened. Then it all came crashing down around you. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you pushed through the crowd making your way towards him. By the time you reached him your shrieks had turned into sobs and you fell to your knees next to him. You shook his shoulders.

“Wake up Spencer!” You yelled. “Wake up now! You promised that you would come back.”

But he didn’t move. He was gone. Someone grabbed you by your waist and lifted you off of Spencer. You clawed and kicked fighting against them wanting to stay with him. You couldn’t leave him like that, alone. But more arms came and restrained you carrying away from him.

You opened your eyes to a bright light that blinded you. You began to panic trying to take deep breaths and call out for Spencer but something was covering your face. You struggled to look around turning your head away from the light and lifting your head, but someone pushed you back down.

You fought against the hands that kept pushing you down. You were so lost. You couldn’t tell whether this was real or whether it was still part of the dream. Both seemed plausible at the moment. Then a sharp pain shot through your arm. You cried out and moved away only for more hands to hold you down.

You started to become dizzy and your eyes fluttered open and closed. You guessed that what they had done to you was some kinds of drug. So you weren’t exactly sure if you actually heard a commotion coming from behind you, but you were too weak to lift your head and see what was happening.

“What are you doing to her? You’re going to hurt her!” A voice called out.

You struggled to place the voice as the chaos continued around you.

“Y/n I’m okay. It was just a dream.” He called out again. That’s when you realized it was Spencer. “Calm down. Don’t fight against them.”

You sighed in relief and listened to him. You let your shoulders drop, and you stopped fighting against the arms holding you down.  He was okay, he was alive, and that was all that mattered to you at the moment. You trusted him knowing that he wouldn’t tell you to stop fighting if it wasn’t okay.

Your breathing began to steady and whatever they had stuck you with, was starting to set in. You started to fall in and out of consciousness. The last thing you remember was someone taking your hand, and then everything going black.

Sakamoto, probably: It happened the other day, down at Yuki’s kimono shop. That Shinsengumi jerk knew I was going to buy that hair pin. I could feel him waiting for me to put it down. Sure enough, as soon as I returned from the dressing room, he snatched it up and bought it.

Hijikata, probably: I saw him go into the dressing room with the kimono I clearly had my eye on, the bastard. Like hell I was going to let him have the matching hair pin, too. I didn’t even want it, but it would still look better on me. He doesn’t even condition.

In The Night || Lucissa

Narcissa had been staring at the clock almost constantly for what had now been more than three hours. She paced the study, trying hard not to focus on the clock’s incessant ticking, but every few moments, she found herself looking up at it and wondering how long she would have to wait to find out whether Lucius was safe.  She’d been pacing with Draco in her arms, initially, but he’d fallen asleep and she’d tucked him snugly into bed before returning to await the return of her husband. She knew in theory that Lucius knew what he was doing—he was a skilled duelist, and if something went wrong, he would certainly know how to handle it. But still, Narcissa couldn’t keep herself from fearing for him. She knew the Order was growing more vicious by the day, and they didn’t care who they hurt, as long as they won. What is this world coming to? She sighed and looked to the clock again. 11:15. Please be all right.