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anonymous asked:

Can you do the phantom thieves react to accidentally hurting (like a shadow brainwashed them) their S/O and they ended up getting a scar because of this? thanks i really love your blog, you're amazing

Woo boy, get ready for some angst kiddos. LMAO Thank you so much for gracing my blog with your compliments!!

Note: I didn’t add Futaba because I couldn’t think of anything. ;_; But once I do, I’ll add her!

WARNING: blood and graphic violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • S/O could discern by the maniac gleam in his eyes that the Joker they were so familiar with was no more.
  • A Shadow had brainwashed the leader of the Thieves, rendering him incapable of conscious thought or action; he was now a mere puppet dancing to the tune of the Shadow.
  • Joker flashed S/O a malicious leer as he slowly approached them with a menacing aura. 
  • “I’m going to rip you apart, starting with that pretty face of yours,” Joker threatened, licking his lips as he procured his dagger.
  • S/O felt their pulse quicken, and their eyes flitted to the brandished dagger that Joker flipped with ease.
  • They should have known it was only a distraction.
  • “Keep your eyes on me, love!” he chuckled as he slashed at S/O, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced through S/O’s cheek.
  • They cried out from the searing pain and their hand whipped up to their face only to feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing from their wound.
  • Joker launched a kick to their stomach, knocking the air out of S/O as they hit the ground with a thud.
  • He was on top of them in an instant, straddling them and subsequently dragging his tongue up his blade, staining the muscle with S/O’s blood.
  • Joker clicked his tongue with disappointment as he brought the blade to their jugular. “What a waste. I was hoping I’d get to play with you a bit more.”
  • Fortunately, one of the Thieves cast Energy Drop on Joker, and the amusement in his onyx eyes dissipated into despair from the realization of what he had done.
  • “No… I didn’t mean to. I… I’m so sorry.” His eyes grew slightly moist, and he clenched his jaw as he fumbled around in his pockets for medical supplies. “Here, take this.” 
  • Joker handed them a Life Stone and promptly stood up. “I’ll be back, love.” His voice darkened. “I have a score to settle.”
  • After the battle, Joker rushed to S/O’s side and cleaned up their wound. The gash was deep, thus scarring was inevitable. 
  • The fact that he was the reason they obtained a scar made his stomach churn, and all the apologies in the world couldn’t take it back. Even if S/O forgave him, he struggled to do it himself. 
  • Akira would never abandon them because of a scar, and he made sure to include it whenever he showered S/O with kisses. 
  • Akira’s method of atonement was doubling his affection, mostly due to the fact that he was grateful that S/O still wanted him, although there were some days when the guilt was too much to bear, especially when they had to conceal it for their daily life.


Ryuji:

  • The chilling chuckle that slipped past Skull’s lips caused S/O’s blood to run cold.
  • Their eyes surveyed the brainwashed boy, attempting to ascertain his next move.
  • He threateningly tapped his baseball bat on the palm of his gloved hand, his face adorned with a wicked grin.
  • “Kiss your sorry ass good-bye, baby,” Skull taunted, closing the distance between himself and S/O. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya.”
  • He swung the bat at them, and they just barely evaded it.
  • “Damn it, get a grip!” S/O growled, despite the fear that threatened to paralyze them.
  • The two briefly continued their scuffle until Skull inevitably overpowered S/O; he was far stronger when it came to physical strength
  • “Gotcha!” The bat collided with S/O’s abdomen, and the metal nails that were embedded on top dragged across S/O’s flesh, provoking a pained cry from them as the steel ripped their skin open.
  • They crashed to floor and winced upon impact; tears waterfalled over their eyes as they clutched their injured stomach. It was a miracle they were still alive.
  • Skull’s figure stood over them, his chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raised his bat once more. The tone in his voice was mocking as he proclaimed, “This is prolly gonna hurt.”
  • S/O sealed their eyelids shut and braced themself for impact, but it never occurred.
  • When they reopened their eyes, the bat was an inch within their face, and the look on Skull’s face was one of horror.
  • “No way… did I do this? Oh god…” He dropped to his knees next to them and quelled the urge to vomit from the amount of hatred that boiled within him; S/O was the priority right now.
  • Skull muttered panicked apologies as he frantically searched his garb for bandages. Once he found them, he seated S/O up and wound the gauze around them.
  • Their grunt of pain caused another slur of apologies to resound from Skull.
  • He couldn’t look S/O in the eye post battle; he was too preoccupied with silently cursing himself for being a monster that dilapidated everything he touched and loved.
  • Ryuji had considered breaking up with them to prevent himself from injuring them ever again; however, once he confessed this to Akira, the bespectacled boy scolded him and coaxed him to take responsibilty if he felt so guilty.
  • His words were harsh yet correct, thus Ryuji heeded his advice and confronted S/O, his voice quivering as he stammered out condolences.
  • He always embraced them around their waist, and if S/O ever felt insecure about wearing a crop top or a swimsuit that displayed their scar, he would tenderly encourage them to do so, stating that they would look wonderful regardless of what they decide to wear.
  • S/O attempted to disguise their self-consciousness on his behalf, but he was all too aware and it ate at him every time the thought invaded his mind.


Ann:

  • The particular foe the Thieves were dueling had an affinity for casting ailments.
  • S/O had become a victim of paralysis, rendering them easy prey for the newly brainwashed Panther.
  • “I wonder how long you’ll last,” she giggled cattily. “Don’t let me down, okay?”
  • A swift yet powerful kick sent an immobilized S/O toppling to the floor.
  • The crack of a whip echoed throughout the chamber, and S/O’s eyes widened with terror; they understood clearly what fate was awaiting them.
  • Panther cackled; she likely felt the suspense wafting in the air. “Aw, don’t look so stiff. Maybe you should loosen up.”
  • The harsh leather of the whip combined with the blade that was fastened to the end immediately broke the skin on S/O’s back, and they emitted a blood-curdling scream as Panther relentlessly shredded the flesh on their back. 
  • “Yes! Squeal louder,” she commanded, digging her heel through the open wounds on S/O’s back.
  • Their consciousness was slipping away, and Panther ceased her torture right when they were about to close their eyes. 
  • “Oh my god,” she sobbed weakly. “S/O, god, I’m so sorry that I… y-you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll heal you, okay?”
  • S/O’s pain numbed temporarily, and they hadn’t even noticed that they were liberated from the invisible chains of paralysis until Panther uplifted them to wrap bandages around their torso.
  • She hastily kissed their cheek and rejoined the fray, dishing out thrice as much damage to the Shadow than before.
  • Panther was uncharacteristically quiet on the journey back to reality. No words could properly compensate for her unforgivable deed. 
  • Ann mustered the widest smile on her face in S/O’s presence, but when she was isolated in her room, she would curl up in bed and weep, the image of S/O’s tattered and bloodied back flashing behind her wet eyes.


Yusuke:

  • Fox was entirely to agile and precise regarding combat; it was almost unfair, and S/O would have felt pity for his enemies had they not been deemed one themself at that moment.
  • Their normally composed boyfriend had been wiped from existence, only to be replaced by the malevolent individual gradually unsheathing his katana.
  • “I can hardly restrain myself with the desire to paint this chamber with your blood.” He chuckled sadistically as he trailed his tongue along the blade of the katana. “I’m certain the sight would be even more beautiful accompanied by your delicious screams.”
  • Fox suddenly became a blur as he dashed forward at S/O, and they barely managed to shield themself with their arms.
  • The edge of the blade redundantly and mercilessly nicked their arms until Fox’s sword pierced straight through one of their hands.
  • A guttural wail followed, and Fox vindictively smirked, relinquishing the blade as slowly as possible for the purpose of S/O feeling every millimeter of it scraping the surrounding flesh. 
  • Liquid leaked from S/O’s eyes, and the sound of their pain reverberated off the walls of the corridor. 
  • By the time Fox was healed of his ailment, his katana was still buried in S/O’s hand, and took tremendous effort to subdue the compulsion to flinch back.
  • “Oh god… what have I done?” 
  • Fox immediately attempted to relinquish the sword, and every yelp that bubbled out of S/O sent a shard of torment through his heart.
  • Once the blade was removed, Fox procured bandages and proceeded to patch up the injury.
  • “Please forgive me, god, please forgive me…” he chanted while clasping S/O’s hand and wiping away their tears.
  • Subsequent to that day, Yusuke would never fail to kiss S/O’s scarred hand every time they spent time together.
  • “You are as radiant as ever, my dear,” he complimented, provoking a blush to creep upon S/O’s cheeks.
  • However, despite their feeble attempts at hiding it, Yusuke noticed that S/O grasped their hand and winced if they engaged in arduous activity that required its use; even writing for an extended period of time resulted in electrifying pain coursing through their nerves.
  • Yusuke’s heart shattered every time he witnessed, yet he never averted his eyes; he vowed that he would never repeat that mistake again.


Makoto:

  • Being on the receiving end of Queen’s hostility was frightening indeed; her formidable ruby glare was sufficient enough to detain any opponent that dared to cross her.
  • S/O retreated a few paces and their alertness skyrocketed; Queen was not only commendable as far as sheer power, but she was nimble and quite sturdy as well.
  • “Queen, don’t do this,” S/O pleaded. “Come on, talk to me.”
  • The cracking of her knuckles nearly made S/O jump out of their skin. “I don’t believe words are needed for what I’m going to do to you.”
  • “Snap out of it! I’m on your side.”
  • Queen’s only response was a deadly chuckle. She charged at S/O, every swing of her fists concise and powerful.
  • The training that S/O received from her paid off; they dodged her vicious onslaught of attacks with ease.
  • Queen suddenly halted mid-swing, and a confused expression blanketed her face. “…S/O? What’s going on?”
  • S/O sighed with relief; the fight was taking its toll on them, and their muscles quivered with exhaustion. “Queen, thank goodness.”
  • They approached coffee-haired girl, and their heart palpitated when Queen flashed them a vehement grin.
  • S/O wasn’t quick enough to defend themself Queen’s hook, and the wallop rammed against their temple. They saw stars as they impacted the cold, hard surface of the ground.
  • S/O could have perished from such a keen strike; luckily, the Metaverse bent the laws of reality and allotted numerous exceptions; however, death could not be nullified, and fatal damage was certainly existent.
  • Queen crouched down and prepared to launch a fist directly into S/O’s nose, a blow that would surely be lethal.
  • “How stupid of y… huh?” Queen blinked a few times as her mind returned to its stabilized condition.
  • “Queen…” S/O flimsily uttered. The headache that ensued was splitting, and the vicinity was spinning around them.
  • “Did I do this to you?” she gasped, delicately brushing her fingers across the open wound adjacent to S/O’s eyebrow. The gesture elicited a whimper from them, and Queen timidly jerked her hand back. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll heal you immediately.”
  • Self-deprecating thoughts permeated Queen’s mind, most of them pertaining to how useless and stupid she considered herself.
  • Upon returning to reality, Makoto buried herself in work when she wasn’t with S/O to redress her incompetence. 
  • The jagged scar on S/O’s face served as a reminder of that.


Haru:

  • Noir retained the ability to recover from ailments speedily; unfortunately, that moment arrived too late for S/O, and they reaped the consequences.
  • Her psychotic leer widened as she turned her gaze upon S/O.
  • Her ax glistened under the dim light of Mementos; S/O could faintly see their petrified reflection peering back at them.
  • “Don’t look so grim, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle when I chop you to bits,” Noir snickered morbidly.
  • The clacking of her onyx heels against the pavement provoked S/O to tremble. “This isn’t like you. You’re a part of our team, remember?”
  • The strawberry-blonde musketeer ignored them and gradually strutted within their proximity.
  • A single encounter with that sharpened ax would ultimately lead to S/O’s demise, thus they remained vigilant of any trace of action.
  • What Noir lacked in fleet-footedness was compensated for raw force, and she was merciless when she executed her foes.
  • The thief incessantly swished her weapon at S/O, and they could feel the wind from it as it barely grazed them.
  • They underestimated its reach and they were hastily overwhelmed, resulting in their literal downfall.
  • S/O desperately strived to crawl away from the impending attack; however, Noir’s ax shimmered as she elevated it.
  • “Be a dear and hold this for me.” The metallic edge of the weapon split the meaty part of S/O’s thigh, and a gargled shriek was exuded from their throat.
  • However, Noir’s cocoa eyes glazed over and she regained consciousness once more right upon impacting their thigh. A sole gloved hand whipped up to her mouth at the gruesome spectacle, simultaneously gasping with tears in her eyes. “S/O… I’m…”
  • She shook her head and forced an expression of determination, alas, her quivering voice revealed her uneasiness. “I-I’m going to help you, okay? Here, bite down on this. I’ll… try to be quick.”
  • Noir folded and placed her cravat in S/O’s mouth while she spoke. Now wasn’t the time for panic, not when S/O was suffering.
  • She counted down to one and unfettered the ax from their thigh, and their jaw clamped down on the fabric encased in their mouth muffled their bellow.
  • “I-I’m sorry,” Noir stammered, “but I need to stitch you up.”
  • Milady provided a numbing spell, and Noir usually carried a petite sewing set with her to occupy herself in the Mona car.
  • S/O’s consciousness was subsiding from the aching in their leg, and Noir stuttered out condolences or words of mediation.
  • Once the stitching was finished, Noir assisted S/O while returning to the car, and she was speechless during the ride back home. 
  • Surprisingly, Haru’s determined spirit wasn’t tarnished, and she was infinitely more adamant to bear the responsibilty of S/O’s injury; therefore, she utilized her abundance of resources and ensured their recovery.
  • She wasn’t immune to shame, though, and she apologized whenever she glanced upon the scar left from her recurring lack of control.

anonymous asked:

So! I have spent the last 24 hours reading every scrap of SC!Obi you have and let me tell you it's perfect (and exactly what I needed with this crazy f'ed up month). I know you're in the middle of assassination attempt three and FINALLY having Anakin and OBI-Wan talking, but THE CLONES!! What's happening with the chips, are they being removed, deactivated, investigated??? Will they be ok?? Also love you and this format to bits!!!! Thanks once again!

Anonymous said:
For the SC!verse is Palpatine aware of how much Obi Wan has discovered already? I mean Anakin clearly tried his best to lie to him but given Palpatine’s long term manipulation is he able to tell that something more is going on? 

So we have quite a bit of stuff going on in this ficlet! It is, in fact, about 4.3k words long so… Yeah. I wanted to post this like a week ago because it was supposed to be short, but then I kept adding thing after thing after thing because apparently that’s a thing, occasionally.

So here we go, updates about the Inhibitor Chips, more about what Palpatine does and does not know, Obi-Wan being Tired™ and needing a damn nap, and Anakin and Ahsoka having a good time and discussing the Order as it is and once were. Enjoy!

Palpatine absently swirls the deep red wine in his glass with a calm expression on his face. He’s gone through his datapads, his messages, his flimsi, and every report he still has; every bit of information he’s managed to keep away from the nosy corruption investigators.

There is something missing. He knows there was one report from Kamino that references the inhibitor chips inside the clones. No details, of course not, but the mere reference… He grits his teeth and just barely refrains from snarling. It must have been at his office, which means Kenobi has most likely found it.

Is that why he went looking in the systems?

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anonymous asked:

Godamn it, you're so awesome 😊😁😍 Can you do a something about Saeran and MC is talking in their home soon the topic comes to his brother. He says something cute and nice about him without realizing it. MC teases him and Saeran becomes red like tomato. Trying to deny it. When MC asks about their relationship as brothers Saeran becomes quiet for some reason. And says something like: 'He's my brother and he always be' And our god 707 hears that. And smiles like a fool. And hugs him after... 😊😁

Thank you so much, anon! :) I…kind of got carried away with this prompt. It was really sweet, and I hope I did it justice! Thank you for sending it it~

Spoilers: Post Secret Ends


Every muscle in Saeran’s body tensed when a crash from the other side of the house shattered his precious silence. Just one morning…that’s all he wanted. One morning where he could sit on his bed in peace and quiet.

He unclenched his fists when the lulling hum of the apartment’s heating system enveloped the bunker again. Letting out a small breath, he picked up the magazine he had dropped against his chest and continued his mindless skimming.

Another crash.

Saeran threw down the magazine on the other side of the bed before marching to the source. He followed the clattering of metal to the kitchen. “I thought you were running errands. What the heck are you doing, you idi–oh.”

His brother was indeed still out of the house. Instead, Saeran was met with Saeyoung’s wide eyed fiancée. She stared at him helplessly from the floor, strands of her hair streaking down her face in its frazzled mess. She was surrounded a bunch of fallen pans from the bottom cupboard.

“Sorry,” she chuckled nervously. “I was trying to make a quiet breakfast.”

Saeran rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t expecting to get much solitude in this house anyway. He crouched down and slid a few pans neatly back into place. “Saeyoung doesn’t know how to organize well,” he said as somewhat of an apology.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she grumbled. It was odd really. Even when she seemed to say things in annoyance about the older twin, there was always this tinge of admiration in her voice.

He stood and extended his hand to her. She clasped it and shot him a grateful smile as he yanked her to her feet. Resigning himself to company, he slipped into one of the island chairs. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, eyes flitting up to her.

“I came earlier this morning,” she replied, gesturing to the large binder labeled “Wedding at the Space Station.” Saeran scrunched his nose at the sickeningly sentimental title.

Still, curiousity tingled through his arms, and he found his fingers involuntarily pressing against the sharp edges. What was in this folder that got even his sleep-loving brother out of bed early in the morning lately? He dragged it across the marble countertop towards himself.

“May I?” he asked, not wanting to pry unwelcomed.

Thankfully, she didn’t question his interest. She nodded before setting to work on cutting some vegetables. He flipped open the top, eyes widening at the rainbow of colors splattered across the page. He scanned the color-coded notes, though he retained nothing but a few words. He had thrown MC into a party coordinator job nearly a year and a half ago, as part of his plan to infiltrate the RFA. He would have never guessed she was actually good at it.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry this is such a long prompt but could you please do "I'm a biker and one day I was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you're so goddam cute I accidentally steered into a pole and now you're giving me first aid (holy shit you're even cuter up close)" au for gajevy

Yeeeee this is such a cute AU idea!! I changed it up just a litttttle bit for the story’s sake, but it does follow the plot quite nicely!

I hope you will enjoy! <3

***

Gajeel cursed his luck for the fourth time that day, wondering why now was the time that he had to stop for gas. He had just filled up the tank a few days ago and now it was begging to be fed once again. Scowling, he pressed on toward the nearest gas station. 

Which was four miles away. 

Still, he wouldn’t stop until he reached his near unattainable goal. The damn motorcycle would do its job if he had to push it to the nearest station! A few landmarks passed by signaling that he was close, but not close enough. 

Gajeel’s teeth grit as the machine started to sputter right as the station was in sight. 

“Not now,” he growled, smacking his fist on his bike. Sucking in a breath, he dealt with the pain as he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Only one more stoplight. 

Pressing on the breaks, he saw a figure in the distance watering plants at the gas station. Not thinking much of it, he revved the engine when the light turned green. The end was finally in sight!

Unfortunately it was too close, and he ended up going all too fast right into the gas station’s telephone pole. 

~

When he came to, a young woman that he had to look down to see at eye level was placing bandages on his wounds. His foggy eyes searched hers, and she flicked her eyes up to his before dragging her gaze back down to his scratches and cuts. 

“Stupid.” she sighed, rubbing antibiotic onto one of his cuts that particularly stung, “What made you go that fast into a pole?” 

He noticed when she glared at him a second time that her eyes were a gorgeous shade of chocolate brown. 

“Uh,” Gajeel muttered intelligently, “I had to get some gas.” 

“That badly? You must have been really in a rush,” the woman joked humorlessly before placing a bandaid onto the cut she had just rubbed the antibiotic on. 

Gajeel said nothing as she tended to his cut above his eye, her soft hands giving him relief from the pain. 

“Are you a doctor or somethin’?” Gajeel asked, and the woman smiled. 

“Actually, yes. Levy McGarden PhD at your service,” she said with a giggle, and Gajeel felt his face flush as he replied with his name. She reached out her hand for him to shake. As his palm enveloped hers, a scent of lavender filled the air. 

“Ah! The flowers! I hadn’t finished watering them when I saw you crash.” Levy gasped, making haste over the flowers after dropping Gajeel’s hand. He watched her water the rest of the flowers with the sunlight beaming onto her face, and he scratched the back of his neck. Fuck, she really was beautiful. 

A few moments of silence passed, and then Levy bustled back over to Gajeel. “You’ll have to stay with me at my apartment after my shift ends. Your wounds aren’t healed yet, and your bike is all smashed up. I bet you have no way home, do you?” 

“No.” Gajeel felt his mouth go dry as she grinned again. 

“Perfect! And you’ll take me out to dinner tonight as a thank-you,” she said with a wink. 

Gajeel’s eyes widened but he ultimately smirked. “I’d like that, shorty.” 

***

There ya go, anon! That was kind of medium length which I don’t usually do for requests, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless! Hope you liked!

Requests are open for the next hour and a half <3

anonymous asked:

Congrats on the milestone!! You're one of my favourite writers on Tumblr 💕 could you try 37 & 40 with Winchester!Sister and Dean centric?

Thank you so much sweetie! ❤️  Also, I couldn’t resist including Bobby in this one, so I did :)


Originally posted by moonshinerose

Wanted a phone gif, this was what I could find. Don’t mind the prison jumpsuit.

When you were a kid, your dad dropped you off at his hunter friend, Bobby Singer. Being Sam and Dean’s half sister, John didn’t even know he had a daughter until your mom died. You were quite a lot younger than the guys and your father just didn’t feel like he could bring another kid with him - so, he left you.

Growing up, you always dreamt of living with your brothers, hunting even. Not that things at Bobby’s weren’t great, you just really missed having siblings. Throughout your childhood, you heard these tales, stories about your brothers and the hunts that they went on. And, they surely sounded like heroes, which only made you look up to them even more. Sometimes they visited you and Bobby, and those times were the best. You remembered one of those times particularly well, and that was when you and Dean played hide and seek, for hours. You were only about 8 years old, Dean 20, at the time, and he just had this immense patience with you, green eyes bright the whole time. Sam joined you for a while as well, but then went inside to talk to Bobby. You and Dean just kept on, and on, though.

But everything wasn’t sunshine, rainbows and cotton candy. With life came disappointments, and you just experienced a huge one. You and Dean had a fight, a bad one. You wanted to get more into hunting, but Dean blankly said no. No matter how hard you’d trained for this, and it made you furious. You asked why he could let people like Kevin and Charlie hunt, and he asked you what Kevin and Charlie now had in common; they were both dead. But this fight, no matter how much it hurt, didn’t stop you. You wanted to hunt, and so it would be. So, you took off, on your own. And since then, you hadn’t answered any of Dean’s calls or texts or voice messages. 

So Dean asked the one person he thought knew you best: Bobby.

“If she wants to freeze you out, you’ll die of frostbite,” came the older hunter’s response through the phone. 

After Dean got annoyed and told Bobby that that wasn’t any real advice, he elaborated.

“You just gotta keep on trying, boy. Show her that you care. And it might be a pain, but you just gotta remember she spent her whole childhood waiting on you, to get in touch or come visit. Maybe it’s time you do the same.”

So Dean kept trying. He called several times a day, and sometimes he began to wonder if you even was alive. Those days he called Bobby again to check, and every single time he got the answer that you were, since you talked to Bobby the other day. He tried and he tried and he tried, and then one day you answered the phone.

“Y/N?” Dean asked, disbelief in his voice as his eyes went round. “Am I dreaming, or did you really just answer the phone?”

“I did,” you responded with a sigh.

“Sis, I’m sorry. Please you come home? Me and Sam are worried. Come home and we can talk about this?”

“No.” You shook your head on the other end of the phone as well, but of course, he couldn’t see that.

“Well, then I’m just gonna have to come find you. We need to talk about this. What we don’t need is to be separated, it’s not safe. And I don’t want you hunting on your own.”

“Dean remember when we played hide and seek when I was a kid?”

“Yeah, you were real hard to find, being so small and all. Why would you bring up hide and seek?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows, wondering where you were getting at.

“Because you’re never going to find me. Not until I want to be found.”

And then you hung up the phone.

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I was wondering if I can get a head cannon of MC and rfa losing a baby and then maybe finally having one eventually? I lost my baby when I was a lil over 5 months and it crushed me. I've come to peace with it, but I'd love something to read and emotionally connect with. You're an amazing writer so I'm excited to see what you can do(:

Oh my goodness anonny you’re an amazing and such a strong person to have gone through that! I sincerely wish you happiness and love, I’m so happy to hear that this game has helped you overcome such a tough time! Thank you so much for your patience, I wanted to take my time and give you a well-thought out response plus I kind of got carried away when writing these! I truly hope that you enjoy, if you need me to change anything please don’t hesitate to ask!! :)

Side Note/Warning: I decided to get rid of the under the cut thingie since I had a few people message me about it not working plus it wasn’t working on my mobile. So this is a warning. this headcanon talks about pre-mature child deaths and I know that this cane make some people uncomfortable so please skip this one if you feel this way. Anyways, there’s my warning and I hope that the rest of you enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung were elated to see that your pregnancy test came back positive
  • The two of you had been trying for a while now to become pregnant and now that you finally were, Yoosung couldn’t stop tears of joy from flowing
  • You and Yoosung moved out of his small apartment and into a larger family home, immediately preparing for the baby’s arrival
  • The two of you even crocheted a tiny baby blanket together, Yoosung said happily that you both sewed it with love
  • Everything seemed to be going fine with the pregnancy until one morning you woke up and shrieked as you saw blood between your thighs and a sharp pain in your lower abdomen
  • Yoosung jumped out of bed and drove you as fast as he could to the doctors, trying to calm you down but deep down he knew what the truth was
  • When the doctor told the two of you that the you had a miscarriage, you sobbed into Yoosung’s shoulder as silent tears slid down his cheeks
  • Yoosung helped calm you down enough to take you back home but your crying started again when you walked past the nursery
  • Every night you and Yoosung would lay your crochet blanket in between the two of you, whispering ‘Good night’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ to your unborn daughter
  • It took a while, but after enough time of mourning for your daughter, you and Yoosung decided to try for another child
  • And when you became pregnant again, the two of you cried tears of happiness for two hours straight
  • This time, Yoosung studied regular medicine along side his usual veterinarian medicine to ensure that this child would be born happy and healthy
  • When it came time for the delivery, Yoosung was extremely nervous that something would happen to either you or your child but the birth went without any flaws
  • Yoosung held his newborn son close to his chest, kissing his tiny head as tears littered all three of your faces
  • You and Yoosung would constantly be with your son, giving him all of the love and attention that he deserved
  • The little Kim even inherited his older sister’s crochet blanket and when he would cry at night, Yoosung would wrap his son in the blanket which would immediately stop his crying
  • Yoosung would rock his son back and forth, telling his son how much you, himself, and his unborn older sister loved him and how she would always watch over the three of you

Zen

  • After establishing a relationship of love and trust, you and Zen decided that you both wanted children
  • So when your pregnancy test came back positive, you and Zen couldn’t be happier as he peppered your face with kisses and twirled you around
  • Preparing for the baby’s arrival would be a fun yet challenging time for the two of you
  • Zen became increasingly nervous about being a father but after much reassurance from you, he started to believe that he could be an amazing dad for his child
  • He even told his family about the pregnancy and while they still didn’t accept Zen back, his mother gave him a pair of his old booties for his child to wear
  • As your due date approached, Zen couldn’t help but notice how you didn’t seem like your tummy was growing big enough to support s baby, but he didn’t want to worry you so he kept his mouth shut
  • It wasn’t until one day at rehearsals that Zen received an emergency phone call from an ambulance driver that you were in the hospital that Zen felt true panic within himself
  • Zen rushed to the hospital to find you lying in bed, crying your eyes out as the doctor explained that your baby didn’t survive
  • To Zen, it felt like his entire world was coming crashing down but he knew that he didn’t have time to wallow in his own self-pity, he needed to take care of you no matter what
  • Every night Zen would have to calm you down from waking up with nightmares, you’d have to cling onto your husband’s old booties that were meant to be given to your son as Zen would softly sing or hum until you fell back asleep
  • Only when he knew for sure that you were asleep did Zen allow himself to cry for the death of his unborn son, not realizing that this process would be so painful
  • With time, both you and Zen healed and when the time was right, you both mutually agreed to try for another child
  • Zen broke down into a crying mess when you told him that you were pregnant, vowing that o matter what he would see his child be born
  • He was there with you every step of the way during this pregnancy, especially when you squeezed the life out of his hand during your perfect delivery
  • Zen looked down to be greeted with a pair of crimson irises as tears filled his own eyes as he looked at his son
  • He became extremely protective of his new son but still very loving and caring over him, especially when he wore his unborn older brother’s booties which he would always become a happy baby when he wore them
  • When your son outgrew the tiny booties, you, Zen, and your son would visit your eldest son’s grave and placed them onto of the grave as they talked to him
  • As Zen held his second son in his arms, he’d silently tell his first son how much he and you love him and how Zen knows that he’ll always watch over the three of them

Jaehee

  • It had always been your dream to have children and you couldn’t have though of a better partner to have a family with then Jaehee
  • She always had a motherly aura to her so when you brought up the idea of having children with her, she agreed
  • After much consideration, you and Jaehee had decided to go with a sperm donor from one of your close male friends
  • As your tummy grew bigger and bigger, yours and Jaehee’s excitement grew as well when the doctors told you that you would be having a daughter
  • Jaehee showed a newfound love of crafting and with your help, made a tiny pink floral headband for your daughter
  • All seemed to be going well with the pregnancy until you felt a sharp pain in your tummy so unbearable that you couldn’t even stand straight
  • Jaehee rushed you to the hospital only to hear the worst news imaginable, that you baby girl no longer had a heartbeat and had to be removed
  • Tears poured down your cheeks as Jaehee gripped your hand tightly letting her own tears fall
  • When the two of you got home, you clutched the small headband that you and Jaehee made for your daughter to your chest, with fresh tears falling
  • It hurt Jaehee seeing you this upset, so she wiped her own tears away and became your shoulder to cry on
  • After a while, you shakily asked Jaehee if she wanted to try for a child again, telling her that this is your dream and you know that she’d make an amazing mother
  • She immediately agreed so the two of you went to a different sperm donor, a friend of Jaehee’s
  • In a couple of months, you became pregnant again, much to both of your happiness and this time, Jaehee constantly reminded you to take your vitamins and to let her know if you feel any pain
  • Jaehee was there with you every step of the way, giving you lots of encouragement as you gave birth to a healthy baby girl
  • Your little girl was bombarded with love from you and Jaehee, even dressing her up with his unborn older sister’s headband which always seemed to make her smile
  • Jaehee would hold her daughter at night and would tell her how much her mommy’s plus her unborn older sister loved her, the little girl would grow up knowing that her family loved her and would always watch over her

Jumin

  • After the two of you got married, Jumin was eager to finally start a family with you
  • Once you came out of the bathroom with a positive pregnancy test and happy tears, Jumin felt his heart sing with joy as he tightly embraced you
  • The two of you had so much fun decorating the baby’s room, often having debates on the color of the wall, what the baby should wear Jumin wanted cat onesies and what kind of toys the little one would have
  • While the two of you did disagree on most things, you and Jumin bought a little cat stuffed animal for your child, one thing you both agreed they needed
  • As your tummy grew, you started to feel more and more pain, one day it became too much and had Driver Kim take you to the hospital
  • Once Jumin was notified, he stormed out of his office and rushed to your side only to find you sobbing that your baby boy’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck
  • Jumin was stunned, begging the doctors to do something, anything to save his child but he knew deep down that his son was no longer here
  • You would cry every time you walked past the nursery with Jumin gently holding your shoulder as you sat in the rocking chair, holding the cat plushie as you told your unborn son how much you loved him
  • After a while, you and Jumin decided that you both wanted to try for a child again
  • This pregnancy went as smoothly as any pregnancy could go since Jumin hired the best doctors, chefs, and caretakers
  • Jumin couldn’t stop his smiling when he saw you deliver a healthy baby girl into the world, holding her close to his chest as he fell to his knees from happiness
  • Your daughter inherited her unborn older brother’s cat stuffed animal, always seeming to laugh and smile when she held it
  • Jumin would hold his tiny daughter at night, softly singing to her and telling her that her unborn older brother would always watch over them and that he’d always protect her

Seven

  • Seven had always dreamed of having a large family with you
  • So when you excitedly showed him your positive pregnancy test, Seven fell to the floor holding your still flat tummy, thanking you repeatedly as he kissed your tummy
  • He tighten his security system, especially in his baby’s room and went to building so many robo cats
  • But Seven wanted to give your child something that the two of you made with love together so you both agreed and created a space and cat themed mobile for the top of their crib
  • Life seemed to be going so well for Seven until one night when the two of you were watching a movie
  • You suddenly gripped his arm as he saw blood trickled between your thighs as you said that you were in a lot of pain
  • Seven raced you to the hospital, praying that everything was okay, but they were far from it
  • The doctor informed you and Seven that your baby was no longer alive, with you immediately bursting into tears and Seven feeling a crushing weight in his chest
  • When the two of you got back home, Seven laid you down in bed, gently hushing you until you fell asleep in his arms
  • That was when Seven let himself cry, asking God why he hated him so much to take his son away from him
  • The two of you got through the mourning process together and eventually, you and Seven were ready to try for a child again
  • As if God was listening to Seven’s prayers, your pregnancy went flawlessly, the only thing was Seven needed to have his hand checked out by the doctor since you squeezed it so hard
  • Seven held his son close to him, gently putting his ear to his son’s heart, hearing the beats made him cry tears of joy
  • The little Choi had his unborn older brother’s mobile and would always seem to stare at it in wonder when it slowly spun
  • Seven would hold his son at night, gently telling him that even though he would never meet his older brother in this world, someday you, Seven, the little boy, and his unborn older brother would meet and become a true family

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing the blurb ? I was just wondering if I can have a blurb where you broke your wrist or something if you do, if you're not doing it anymore it's okay:)

You had hurt your wrist while playing volleyball at your University, and your teammate brought you to the ER because the trainer said that your wrist was probably broken. Shawn was about an hour and a half away working at a studio. You told him what had happened because he texted you asking how the game went. When he heard you were on your way to the ER, he said he was coming, even though you told him it was fine and not a big deal. Yes, it hurt, but it was just your wrist that was most likely broken, your life wasn’t in danger or anything. But he insisted on coming, and he got there in record time. The wait at the ER was long as it always was, so you still haven’t even seen the doctor yet. “Hey champ,” Shawn says to you as he walks into the room you’re in at the ER while you wait for the doctor to return with the X-ray results. 

“Hey Shawn,” You say, forcing a smile onto your face, but the way his face turns into a slight frown while looking at you, you know that he noticed the way that your smile didn’t really reach your eyes.

He turns his attention to your teammate and greets her so that he’s not rude. “Hi Emma,” He says, smiling politely, “Thanks for bringing her here.”

“No problem,” She says, practically swooning because the Shawn Mendes is talking to her, and you can’t help but laugh a little bit at her reaction. Although all of your teammates know you’re dating Shawn, they’re pretty good about not trying to take advantage of you or him, and with your crazy schedules, Shawn doesn’t really see or talk to your teammates very often. 

He comes over to you, kissing you briefly, then asking, “Does it still hurt?” and you just nod in response. “Did the doctor come in yet?” He asks next.

“No, but he should be here with the x-rays soon.” 

“Okay,” he says, taking a seat next to you on the opposite side of your broken arm, and he carefully puts his arm around you, pulling you a little closer to himself, and you rest your head against his shoulder. Its almost like he just realizes that Emma is still in the room. He looks up at her, “I’m going to stay with her. So you don’t have to stay if you have something to do.” He says kindly. 

She stands, “Yeah, I’m sorry, I actually have a paper to finish tonight.” 

“No, don’t be sorry,” You tell her, “Thank you so much for bringing me here and waiting with me. It means a lot.” 

“Of course, I hope you feel better, text me when you find out if its broken?”

“I will, thanks so much Emma.”

Shawn lets go of you so that you can hug Emma goodbye and he thanks her as well before she leaves.  

“How much does it hurt?” Shawn asks, turning his attention back to you once you’re the only two in the room.

“A lot.” You admit, at a whisper.

“I’m sorry, love.” He says, kissing you lightly on the forehead. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” 

“Not really.” 

He just takes your not injured hand in his, “How about I tell you a joke, then?” He suggests with a smile, trying to cheer you up and distract you while you wait for the doctor. 

And it works, you laugh at just the thought of him telling you a joke. He always tells the absolute worst jokes, but you love him for it. And you love him for the way that he rushed here to be with you because he knew you were in pain, and how he’s trying so hard to make you feel better.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where josh broke up with his gf and you're his best friend so he calls you really upset and you fly out to comfort him and then fluff ensues and you two get together or something?

JOSH DUN - ONE SHOT

The text came through just as you were about to plug your phone in for the night.  Josh’s name lit up your screen, making your heart immediately feel lighter.  It was probably one of those stupid pictures he finds online that he always thinks are way funnier than they really are.  You always pretended to hate them, acted like you were too cool for them, or whatever.  But the truth was you looked forward to them, because anything that made Josh smile, made you smile.  You’d never tell him that though.  You slide the message open to find that it’s not a picture, instead three words appear in a grey bubble.

‘Are you awake?”

You type back, “Yeah, what’s up?”

The little typing dots appear only briefly before another message comes in, “can i call?”

Your brow furrows, wondering what Josh could possibly need this late at night, but you respond quickly, “of course”.  You’re thrilled to be hearing from Josh.  Ever since he started dating his new girlfriend, things had been different between the two of you.  She kept him sheltered, limited who he could see.  Even Tyler was shafted half the time.   You waited in anticipation for the phone to ring, so anxious to hear the sound of his voice.  It always seemed to comfort you.  You’d never tell him that though.  

Within the minute, your phone is vibrating on the wood of the dresser.

“Hey,” you answer excitedly, putting the line on speaker and starting to take the pillows off from your bed, getting ready for sleep.

You hear a gaspy sigh on the other end of the line, which catches your attention.  

“Josh?”

“Sorry,” he breathes, you can immediately can tell something is wrong, “sorry, I just-“

He can’t seem to form a complete sentence.  Your stomach churned once you heard the sound of his choked up voice.  

“It’s okay,” you immediately reassure him.  “It’s okay, Josh.” You pick the phone up, turning it off speaker and pressing it against your ear.

“I just- I just didn’t really know what to do,” he lets out a breathy chuckle on the other end of the line.  Josh was horrible at expressing himself.  This much you knew.  He was fairly open with you. but would still laugh or smile to mask any pain he felt. “(Whatever his gf’s name is), uh-“ he pauses to chuckle again, “she cheated on me.  Or was cheating on me, like plural. More than once.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, letting out a gasp.  “Oh Josh,” you say with utmost sympathy.  “What happened?”

“I flew home,” he says, “to surprise her, you know?  Turns out I was the one surprised,” he laughs again, making you cringe.  

“Wait you’re home?” you ask.

“Yeah, I’m home,” he sighs, sounding defeated.  “And I really don’t want to be alone,” he whispers softly.  

You’re already standing up and jumping into a pair of sweatpants before he’s finished the sentence.  “I’m on my way over,” you say.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

“See you soon,” you say before hanging up the phone.   You skipped down the steps into the kitchen, opening all your cupboard doors and searching for a comfort food that could subside some of Josh’s pain.  You grabbed the unopened box of cookies you’d just bought earlier that day and rushed out to your car.

You were anxious about seeing Josh.  On one hand, you were excited to finally get to be around your friend.  He’d been on tour for so long, you were starting to forget the shade of brown his eyes were.  Columbus always seemed darker when Josh was gone, at least to you.  You’d never tell him that though.  

On the other hand, your reunion wasn’t on the happiest of terms.  You had no idea how you were going to comfort Josh.  Thank goodness you thought enough to bring food.

You drummed your fingers angrily on the steering wheel as you made your way to Josh’s house.  You sped through corners, knowing your way all-too-well.  You could probably drive blindfolded by now.  You were angry.  You hated Josh’s girlfriend.  Or ex-girlfriend now, you assumed.  She never treated him right, always isolating him from his friends and bringing him down.  She’d call him stupid and never laugh at his jokes.  She was utterly uninterested in what he did for a living, never bothering to go to shows or listen to him practice. Josh deserved better.  He deserved someone who was warm and caring and loyal.  Josh deserved support and encouragement.  Josh deserved the world.  You’d never tell him that though.  

You gripped tightly, the thought of her being unfaithful to Josh didn’t surprise you all that much, but you were still furious.  Your knuckles were a ghostly shade by the time you pulled into Josh’s driveway.

You took a deep breath, peeled your hands off the wheel, and made your way up the steps to his door.  Your heart pounded in your chest, unsure of what to expect, but you rang the doorbell.  

It took Josh all but five seconds to fling the door open.  Once you saw him, all your anxiety melted away.  You didn’t hesitate before crashing your body into his, wrapping your arms around his waste and letting the side of your face collide into his chest.  You felt his arms wind around you, holding tightly.  His head rested on top of yours.

“I’m so sorry,” you said into his chest.

When you finally pulled away, you held up the box of cookies to him and sighed.  “I hope you’re drumming hard on this tour, cause we’re about to consume a lot of calories.”

He nodded, smiling.  You could see the pain behind his front.  It made your chest ache.  

You sat cross-legged on Josh’s couch, the pile of cookies between you two, and he opened up.  

“We’d been fighting a lot the last couple months or so,” he started, he was picking at the cuticle of his index finger.  “A lot of stupid stuff,” he sighed, “but there was a lot of big stuff too.  I mean, things were hanging on by a thread, I was relieved when I left for tour, because it meant I got a break from her,” he paused, “how messed up is that?”

You smile softly, “Pretty messed up,” you say honestly.

Josh chuckles, “I know.  I knew it too, I just-“ he sighs, “I wanted to try to make things better.  So I thought I’d surprise her.  Make her happy again.  I walked in, and there was just this line of clothes going all the way up the stairs and-“ he stops momentarily, closing his eyes as if he’s remembering the exact moment, “I just followed it.  I knew what I’d find.  I had to have known, but my mind just refused to believe that she’d do that to me..  She was the one yelling at me,” he scoffed, “I just stood there, in shock, just took it.  She was asking why I was doing here, like it was all my fault.  Calling me worthless,” Josh looks down at his lap, “pathetic,”  every word cuts through you like a knife, “not good enough.”  

He’s pulling the skin from his nail harshly, clearly anxious, “I just feel really stupid,” he says, “I mean, you warned me about her so many times.  Tyler, too,” he shakes his head, “I just didn’t see it, God I’m so stupid.  I deserved this one,” he scoffs.

“No-“ you interject harshly.  “Stop.”

He finally looks up from his stupid nail and makes eye contact with you.  

“That’s what she wanted you to think,” you say.  “She wanted to bring you down and make you think you were stupid and not good enough, but she’s wrong.”

You can tell Josh was getting uncomfortable.  He started fidgeting and shaking his head, like he didn’t believe a single word you were saying.

“She’s wrong,” you repeat.  “You’re not stupid,  you didn’t deserve this,” you slide closer to Josh, kicking the cookies out of the way so that you can grab his hand, “Josh,” you say, looking him in the eyes, “you are the kindest, most generous person I’ve ever met.  You are smart and creative and so, so talented.  You’re brave and you’re honest, and so special.  And yeah, this is a bad beat, this is a rough one, but you deserve so much better, and now you’re free to find it.”

Josh hangs his head low, his breathing has become slightly irregular and you can tell he’s stifling back some tears.  

“I know you don’t believe me,” you whisper, “and that breaks my heart.  But I mean every word.  You are my favorite person in this entire, stupid world and that will never change.”  

When Josh looks up, his eyes are watery, but he has a genuine smile on his face, “You come here in the middle of the night, with a box of cookies and a best friend speech all ready to go?  Man, how’d I get so lucky?”

You shrug, trying to think of a cocky comeback, but you can’t.  All you could feel in that moment was an immense amount of admiration for the boy sitting next to you.  The five words that you’ve been wanting to tell Josh for years now linger on the end of your tongue.  They are pure and beautiful and true.  You wonder if they’d sound as good as they taste. I’m in love with you.  I’m in love with you. The phrase is being mass produced in your head, taking over all other thoughts.  It rattles in your brain, screams in your mind.  I’m in love with you. You’d never tell him that though.  

You couldn’t tell him that.  Not now.  Josh needed a friend.  He needed support and consistency.  So you swallow the words and you rest your head on his shoulder.  When Josh wrapped his arm around you, holding you securely to his chest you felt at home.  You’d never tell him that though.

mysteriouswillow  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if I could have some headcannons with Izaya and Shizuo, where they see their s/o cry for the first time and how they would handle it? I really don't want to bother you if you're busy, so it's okay if you can't. Thank you!

You’re not being a bother, thank you for requesting!

Izaya

- it’s the very first time he sees you crying so he’ll definitely watch you first without doing anything despite being taken aback by it.

- it’s not until you’ve almost completely calmed down that he makes his presence known like “Oh my, what do we have here? ___ is crying all by themselves.”

- he would be very nonchalant about it too, since crying is part of being human after all

- he wants to know what made you cry and if you haven’t felt crying at all until that moment at all or just suppressed it

- when he is done he helps you up and offers you to stay at his place. He will tell you that he likes your crying side too, he loves every aspect of humans, but he might just hint that he prefers you smiling, and it’s his way of saying he doesn’t want to see you cry much.

- Oh, and he’ll definitely help you with the reason that made you cry…with his own means

Shizuo

- the second he hears you sobbing he is rushing to you as fast as he can

- panic, fear and anger are all over his face as he kneels down next to you and doesn’t know where to place his hands at all

- he doesn’t know at all how to handle it, because it’s you and because this is the first time he sees you crying and doesn’t want to do anything that might make it harder on you

- “What’s wrong, ___? Are you hurt?! What happened?! He asks as if he’s yelling at you but he’s just very worried

- carefully takes you into a soft hug, both because he wants you to know that he’s there for you and for himself, because your crying face pains him too much

- won’t ask any questions at all after you’ve calmed down unless you start talking and focuses on getting you to feel better with warm drinks and sweets he bought for you

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Hope you're having a good day :) I know I already requested this in the haikyuu!! blog, but I'd really like to see it with Akashi and Kise. It's the "their best friend just played the first official match against another school and the friend is upset because didn't the best they can and the boys comfort and cheer the friend up" scenario :3

Okay, so I owe you an explanation, bc I’ve been absent for a long time. I’m really sorry, I just wanted to focus on my school, kind of neglected my health bc of it - I still love writing and working on this blog - just didn’t have a time. Don’t give up on me, I beg of you. I need you support like I’ve never had before.
I hope you will like it and continue to read my stories.


Akashi Seijuro

“You were amazing out there, I’m very proud of you.” Akashi sent you a small smile, massaging your knuckles as a sign of silent support.

“Thanks.’’ The response was quick enough to signalise that something was definitely wrong and the fake smile decorating your face only confirmed it. Today was your first, official match and even though your team has won, satisfaction was not the feeling radiating from your body right in that moment.

Seijuro placed on your left -  could definitely sense your unhappy mood, however, decided not to push the topic and let you calm down for now. Although, his hand quickly left yours just to find a place, wrapped tightly around your waist. Thanks to his move, you visibly relaxed and put your head in the crook of his neck. The whole frustration was slowly getting rid of after you inhaled sharply, trying to slow down your heartbeat. The stress was definitely not good for your health at all. You just knew it deep inside that you weren’t enough today. You could’ve done so much better for your teammates.

Disappointment filled your sore limbs, heavy chest, and worried mind - hurting everything on its way and filling the corner of your eyes with crystal tears. The mental pain along with the tiredness of previous events left you shaken and reminded how fucked up you really were.

Akashi thought that you will get better in time, but you internal argument was clearly going in a very bad direction. He cleared his throat to focus your attention on him and you looked up immediately, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. His hands relocated again, tracing fingers up and down your plump, rosy cheeks and then pushing your head a little higher so you could get a better look of his serious expression.

’‘I know what you are thinking right now.” You opened your mouth, ready to splutter explanation on your part, but he put his thumbs on your lips, silencing you. “Don’t interrupt me, never.” His voice was cold, but the gentle smile on your face reassured you. “I won’t compliment you-” He continued. “-or sweet talk, I just want to give you a praise for all the hard work you went through and for your courage. Before you start thinking of yourself in an unpleasant way, remember me and your own team appreciate you and are thankful for your determination. You deserved to win and you did your absolute best today.  Everyone admires you and it would be rather rude if you just ignored their words and congratulations, because you simply can’t see how amazing you are.”

“I–” You sobbed, wiping hot tears from underneath your eyes before they could hit the floor and shot Seijuro a toothy grin. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

Originally posted by zechs


Kise Ryouta

“Hey s\o-cchi!” Kise called your name loudly, causing some of the unfamiliar faces to frown at his behaviour, but you only pushed past the crowd including him, ignoring the hurt expression he immediately wore.

And before he could even run to you and stark asking questions, you opened the door to girls’ changing room and closed it aggressively, disappearing.

Kise, on the other hand, watched your vanishing figure with a stunned face, wondering what made your mood so sour. The game was pretty great, you played amazingly good, even though it was your first official match - so he was left clueless about the whole situation.

Maybe you were just tired? Or someone bothered you? If someone really did, he would definitely fight them. Or ask Aominecchi to do so.
Either way, he needed to wait to know the answer and he was ready to do it.

However, after five minutes, twenty minutes and then one hour - he lost his already ripped into pieces patience. With a puffed chest, he burst through the changing room’s door and looked around just to spot you sitting on one of the wooden benches next to showers, with a lowered head - breathing rapidly as heavy sobs rocked your body. Without much thinking he approached you, standing in front of your, now tiny form, in two steps.

“S/o-cchi, what’s wrong?”

“Go away!” You screamed not caring about your surroundings, he only pursed his lips, kneeling next to you - fist clenched nervously.

“Please, whatever happened - let me help.”

You took another deep breath, more steady that time, probably considering whether to tell him or not. Finally, voting against the latter, you prepared yourself to confess. “I just - feel so lost! And I know it sounds stupid, but I felt exactly the same out there, on court around all those people! I didn’t do my best, I’m totally worthless. Why am I even on this team?” You cried, spluttering last sentences as if they were on fire, and lastly throwing yourself at Kise, sobbing quietly into his arm.

He needed a solid minute to comprehend what has just occurred and find the perfect solution for this. “But that’s not true! You were wonderful out there! Everyone loved your performance, thanks to you, your team has won!”

“Stop lying! I was terrible and I—”

“Hey, stop! You were and are cool, okay? Believe in yourself a little more and everything will be just fine. And if you can’t do it, let me believe in you twice as much.” He finished and ruffled your hair playfully, making you chuckle for the first time that day. “Ice cream?”

“If you are willing to pay, Ryouta.”

“Sure, sure.”

Originally posted by kugurii

currently-imagining  asked:

Hi hi! A) you're awesome dude B) I know you have a post on including weed in you magic and I would love to do that....but I'm a total goodie two shoes, anxiety ridden nerd. So I was wondering how you kinda got into it? Especially how to find a dealer you trust? And what's good weed? I have a friend, but he won't tell me anything....

Hi, sweet pea! How have you been? And thank you so much.💜 I was also a goodie twoshoes and didn’t really start smoking till I met David besides the few times in high school. 

How I Got Into It
Like I said my boyfriend introduced me, he showed it to me because of my chronic pain and crippling anxiety. I can say it’s been super helpful but keep in mind weed isn’t for everyone, and some people(like me) can only smoke certain strains! My first suggestion would be reading this post on reddit, it’s a pretty decent intro into world of weed.🌿 Finding a good dealer is pretty much all about networking, you said you have a friend who won’t tell you anything? He’s probably still your best bet, see if he knows a dealer you can meet and let him know he doesn’t have to teach you anything. (I know people who would never teach me about weed because they thought it was a hassle but then again I don’t know the guy). Let’s just assume he won’t give you details, you’re going to have to find someone else. Chances are someone you work with or are friends with smoke, I found all of my current dealers through my last job. Ask friends if they know anyone who smokes, if they offer up the fact they do proceed from there but chances are there’s someone they know if not them. If you’re uncomfortable straying out talking about pot you can call it green or kush.

Good Weed
I’m not qualified to tell you what kind of weed to smoke because I’m not a doctor. I am going to slightly abuse the fact I’m a botanist(and growing weed) and say that I understand the plant very well and can make recommendations off of that and the fact I too have shit anxiety. Leafly is an amazing site for smokers, beginner or advanced. If you go to advanced filters you can search the strains effect and different medical usages, you can pick your high. It’s very important to remember dealers might not have a large variety, I’ve had dealers who didn’t even know what strain they were selling. There’s no harm in asking though.
As for strain recommendations, I would say start by smoking indica, it’s a much more mellow high and is best for people with anxiety and chronic pain. Sativa is an energizing weed, it gets your blood pumpin, it’s great if you want to be really active and productive. Northern Lights and Purple Kush are my favorite strings to smoke and are my personal favorite when I’m not feeling well or feeling anxious.
There’s a lot of different ways to smoke weed, you can even opt out of smoking bud and smoke dab instead or do edibles. If you end up doing edibles your first time around, eat a quart of it, no more and be patient. Weed hits at different times and especially edibles, I’m a habitual smoker and half a brownie will fuck my day up. Remember you can always eat more but you can’t eat less. I really wouldn’t suggest doing dab as a beginner, it’s extremely concentrated THC and isn’t meant for a really strong, vivid high. I think bowls are the easiest to start with when smoking pot, cleaning maintenance is easy and learning how to use it is by far the easiest. You can also get them stupid cheap at head shops, one hitters are usually 10$!

I know there’s a lot more information I could include but I’m coming down with a cold and getting tired. I hope this helped some! 🌿💜

anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw the hc's for the moment the Paladins realize they're in love and was wondering if you could do the same except reverse the roles so it'd be the s/o realizing they're in love. If not that's totally cool. You're an amazing writer and I hope you have a good week! 💖

aww thank you💓💓 !! i hope this is good ?? btw for the drabble thingy send me a request with the number (max 2) and the name of the character you want :)


SHIRO:
it was a calm morning and the castle/ship was floating peacefully through space. you are laid on top of shiro, your face buried in the crook of his neck and your tracing circles on his arms gently.
(y/n)? are you awake” he yawned. you smiled and kissed his jaw sloppily as an answer. he laughed lightly and sat up, carrying you with him so you were now sat on his lap.
you cling onto him, nuzzling deeper into his neck.
“(y/n), you know i have to train today” shiro said, playing with your hair gently . you sigh and looked up at him “but you literally almost died yesterday, Allura wouldn’t mind you taking a break for just a day” you pouted. he suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes squinting shut and his stomach rumbled warmly. you couldn’t help but blush and smile to yourself, you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach that was swirling round and round.
“Allura would’t mind i guess” he sigh, kissing your forehead. you hummed contently and kissed him. you couldn’t deny it, you were in love with shiro

LANCE:

“LancE! Stop acting like a twelve year old, i’m trying to read” you groaned. he flashed you a cheeky smile before grabbing your book and throwing it behind him. “but (y/n), out of a scale from nine to ten, i AM an twelve” he coyly said. all you did was give him an annoyed look then turning your back to him and burying your face into your pillow to groan. you kinda just stayed there to the point where lance thought he annoyed you so so much. you could hear the bed creek as he got up to get something from the floor and sitting down again. “(y/n), I’m sorry”. you looked up to find his usually cocky face is now so gentle and sincere. his big brown eyes gazed at you sadly as he handed your book back to you. “come here you” you smiled before pullinghim into your arms. his chin rested on the crook of your neck and you could feel him smile. his body felt so warm and secure, you didn’t want to let go. that’s when you realized even if he was a pain the ass most of the times, you wouldn’t want to get through life without him. you were utterly in love with Lance McClain,

KEITH:

you squinted your eyes as you concertrated on the deck of card in your hands right this very moment. you did not want to loose to keith for the tgird time today on playing go fish. as you were about to put down a card you heard him giggle to himself. “what?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow up. “nothing, you’re just such a dork” he smiled. you shyly smiled back and put down your choosen card. and it went like that for the rest of the game, him admiring you and you blushing wildly. “and i win again (y/n)” he smirked, putting down his last card. “fuck you” you groaned as you laid down onto the facing sideways so you looked up at him. he laughed and shook his head. you started to study every inch of his features as he put the cards into a neat deck. you made a mental note of his actions and how precious he was. you got up and cupped his cheek gently, you stared into his eyes and how it made you feel like you were home. he leaned in a gave you a quick but lingering kis before smiling softly at you, “i love you keith”

PIDGE:

you found yourself looking forward to late nights with pidge. even though you’ll wake up feeling dead in the morning you enoyed every single second you spent with her. “so pidge, what are we going to talk about tonight’ you smiled excitedly, “uh well, i thought maybe you would like to choose a topic for tonight, since i always choose them” she replied snuggling closer into your chest, “i don’t know really, how bout you tell me about your family, if you’re okay with it” you asked. “you want me to tell you about my family”. you reply with a silent nod. you did not expect pidge to open much about it but she did, you spent the whole night with her exchanging stories about your childhood and families. suprisingly, pidge feel asleep first, you giggled on how precious she looks. you shuffle closer next to her before planting a kiss on her forehead. “i love you pidge”

HUNK:

Hunk being hunk is him being hungry at 3am and waking you up to get some snacks with him. it’s not like you don’t enjoy it, you loved seeing him being half awake and hugry, its just adorable. somehoe, tonight he was wide awake and he was passionately rambling about food and recipes, but you did not listen to it at all. you admired the way he was so excited about food and the way his eyes gleamed a bit brighter as he gets deeper into the topic. you took a sip of the warm tea he made beofre cutting him off by planting a soft kiss on his lips, “God I love you Hunk”

HP Crossover Anon

Hi Kat! And OHMYGOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THAT SHORT! I didn’t really think you’d actually write on it, i just wanted to share my enthusiasm and love for the brilliant character you’ve created in Kurama so just wow and that was brilliant and amazing and GLORIOUS.

I’m just gonna… flail for a bit over what you wrote and i’m trying to get over a cold but my head still feels like its full of rocks so sorry if my thoughts don’t make chocolate syrup.

Harry has his own nickname!Kid! I was SO happy when Kurama called him that twice and when Yugito IMMEDIATELY called him ‘little brother’.  And all the kids came that’s so awesome! I never would have thought of that but now harry gets know all of his siblings and i guess he’s the youngest?So Jinchuuriki bonding! Cedric alive! Big Brother Naruto! Harry being a sweetheart! And worried for Kurama coming to Hogwarts! Because Wizard prejudice and Kurama demon+claws! Harry screaming in agony! Because the blood ritual made his own Horcrux activate after Voldie’s immediate death! Voldemort inside Harry taunting Kurama! SOmebody help him! Somebody doing something! Harry numb after the crucios, broken leg and possession! Kurama refusing to put him down! Get away Fake-Moody! Shut Up Snape! Or just taking him back to Konoha till he’s better!

Did I go too far? I went too far. My brain immediately started thinking about what would happen next because I reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaally wanted to think of a scenario where Harry would be a horcrux ~ psuedo-jinchuuriki and this provided the perfect fodder.  And it feels unlikely that any of the kids would get hurt badly (on screen) in Reverse especially with their healing factor which is why i went with Harry crying in pain and I …just…kinda wonder about Kurama’s reaction. My Bad. And Kurama giving Harry a hug or him in a jinchuuriki cuddle fulfills my age long wish of Harry getting his hug at the end of book four. Please, i love that boy so much, somebody hug him. Growing up is so weird because you think 14 IS grown up, but nope it’s really really not. It’s part of the reason i like your ‘And the brave man with a sword’ fic so much because Harry having a REAL parental figure in his life is so important.

Thank you for that wonderful crossover Kat. You’re awesome and i loved it.

damen-the-fuck-of-a-lifetime  asked:

I have a few things to say: 1) you are a fricking amazing writer. The descriptios, the thoughts the characterization omg 2) can I be selfsh and and request two prompts? 5 and/or 6 for Soukoku cause apparently I love pain and 32 for Shin Soukoku for all of us to recover from the pain? If it's not too much cx 3) can I be even more selfish and ask you to check out my latest Soukoku fic? The last time you reblogeded my art I got so many notes.. Thank you in advance, you're really awesome!

Okay, I finally recovered enough from my slump to do this prompt for you :P And this is 100% present based off of this post you added onto, so many thanks to you, my friend! Please have some soft, domestic Shin Soukoku.

32. This is, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever done.

Akutagawa owns, in this present moment, thirty sweaters and jackets - not including Rashoumon. They’re all in varying shades of blacks and grays, with the exception of the one blue sweater Chuuya had given him for Christmas. (The redhead had spouted some nonsense about it, ‘complimenting the paleness of his skin’ or whatever.) He keeps them in his dresser, all folded the smallest they can be, piled on top of each other and spilling out when opened.

Atsushi asks about them, and Akutagawa can’t bring himself to lie. He confesses his slight aversion to the cold, how he needs a light jacket in summer, and several coats in winter if he’s lucky. Atsushi nods slowly, absorbing the information.

And they continue on through their days, and Akutagawa has come to realise that Atsushi is spending the night a lot more than usual, (not that he’s complaining) and he also happens to look really cute in Akutagawa’s sweaters.

One night, when the moon is shining over the city landscape and the snow has matted every surface, Atsushi suggests they share the bed.

“Why?” Akutagawa asks, bewildered. He watches Atsushi’s cheeks glow pink, a soft little dusting of powder across the bridge of his nose.

“Because, um…” Atsushi rubs the back of his neck, “That’s a thing couples do, right?”

It’s Akutagawa’s turn to blush now, to feel his cheeks heat up along with the fire burning in his heart. They’ve been in a weird place recently. They kissed once, and Akutagawa remembers it perfectly. On a picturesque spring day, the sun shining across the lake, making the river sparkle. And maybe they had gone to a festival together a week later, and if their hands were a little too close for it to be platonic, then that was no one’s business but their own.

Flustered, Akutagawa agrees to sleep next to Atsushi that night. Which is how he ended up in his current situation, waking up to find Atsushi shivering and the black comforter wrapped in a cocoon around his body.

“Jinko?” He murmurs, unwinding the comforter and sheets from around himself. He feels vaguely embarrassed, having left Atsushi to suffer at the hands of the frigid winter air.

“Hm?” Atsushi’s eyes fluttered open, his light eyelashes brushing against the soft skin on his cheeks. Akutagawa remembers reading a fairytale that had a similar description, and often wonders if Atsushi Nakajima is the living incarnation of a Disney princess.

“Aren’t you cold?” Akutagawa mutters.

“A little, yeah.” He says, flushing. “But you looked really comfortable.”

“So you just didn’t bother to wake me up and tell me that you needed a blanket too?” He nuzzles his nose into his pillow, too tired to comprehend the situation completely.

To his credit, Atsushi looks embarrassed. “Um… yes.”

“That is, by far, the dumbest thing you have ever done.”

“That’s not true.” Atsushi grumbles. “I just… thought I wouldn’t get cold.”

Akutagawa rolls his eyes, pulling the blanket over onto Atsushi. “Here. Better both of us be a little bit chilly then one freezing to death.”

“Or…” Atsushi bites his lip. “We could do something else.” His eyes glance down at their feet, only centimeters from touching.

Now it’s Akutagawa’s turn to be embarrassed, though it’s not nearly as enchanting as Atsushi. His eyes widen, and he chokes on his spit, sputtering, “What does that mean!”

Atsushi sits up, shaking his hands. “No! No! I didn’t mean like that! God!” He puts his head in his hands, groaning. “I meant…”

He sighs, “Give me your hands.”

Akutagawa sits up as well, aware of his shirt slipping over one shoulder. Atsushi’s eyes linger on the exposed skin before pale fingers cover it up with white fabric once more. He folds his legs, and places his hands in Atsushi’s. The palms are warm, comforting, and he wonders if the rest of Atsushi is this warm as well.

“You’re so cold.” Atsushi mutters, rubbing his thumbs over the man’s knuckles.

“No, you’re just a furnace.” He shoots back. Must be the cat in him.

Atsushi leans forward and wraps his arm around Akutagawa’s neck, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his shoulder. Akutagawa stiffens, hands raised in hesitance.

“Just put your hands on my back.” Atsushi says, though his voice shakes. It’s uncomfortably intimate, what they’re doing right now, and they both know it.

Akutagawa rests his hands on Atsushi’s lower back, gentle enough so that he can move them if it’s too much. But Atsushi just sighs and leans his body against Akutagawa’s, breathing in the midnight scent of Akutagawa around him.

“And we can just lay down like this.” Atsushi murmurs, his fingers playing with one of the longer ends of Akutagawa’s hair.

“What are you doing?” Akutagawa coughs as Atsushi begins to pull him to the side, gentle but firm. Their heads hit the pillows, and Atsushi scoots forward until his body is molded against Akutagawa’s.

“It’s cuddling, Akutagawa.” Atsushi lets out an exhale of laughter. “Just go to sleep, okay?”

And, warm against the soft drumming of Atsushi’s heart, he does.

anonymous asked:

I love love love your Caryl prompts! Please do #5 maybe post canon? Like after the season 8 premiere!? ;) and #15 when Daryl and Carol are discussing his big lie?!? Please oh please!! You're so great!

So, after ages of waiting - my Google Docs says this has been in the works since April 25 -, here’s your second prompt. I’m so sorry it took so long, but as everyone I’ve talked to about this will confirm to you, this was incredibly hard to write. I really hope you will enjoy it - and thank you so much again for your kind words! ❤️


Tell me why

She had seen him picking his way out from among the graves the war against the Saviors had left them with, and waited until he hit the street, his eyes still downcast, his long hair hiding his face. He was dragging his feet, his shoulders were slumping, and he never raised his head until he nearly ran into her, but saw her booted feet in front of him just in time.

They were all exhausted and running on fumes, and it showed. Bruises, bandages, dark shadows under sunken, bloodshot eyes, were everywhere, no exceptions. They were all shuffling about like walkers themselves, with the latest battle only two days in the past. What they would all have needed, Carol thought, was a two month vacation in the world as it had been before the Turn.

Then again, she corrected herself, remembering Ed and Merle, maybe not.

His weary eyes flickered over her and then away again in an instant as he saw the same signs of exhaustion on her that he himself was showing. He was slow to react meaningfully to seeing her, and when he did, it was just to look away some more and mumble, “Sorry you had ta be here for this. Never meant for -” He vaguely waved a hand back in the direction of the graves and winced as if in pain, and when she wondered about this, she remembered that he’d been shot in the shoulder the day she had left Alexandria to get away from it all - not that he himself had ever told her.

Not that he himself had told her anything about what had happened to this place, to the people living in it, since she had left Alexandria that night, before sunrise, leaving only a letter to explain why she was going.

A virtual stranger, if a well-meaning one, had had to tell her about all of this.

Her eyes wandered over the many graves that had sprung up here since they had arrived. Maybe, she mused, these graves would be here anyway, even if they had never seen Alexandria, if Aaron and Eric had decided they were too feral a group to bring in.

And maybe they wouldn’t.

Maybe, if those two had sneaked away again after observing them for a few days, the Monroe family would still be alive. Or Denise. Or Jessie and her children and husband. As always when she thought of these things, in moments when she felt emotionally stable enough to do so, she braced herself for the pain of Sam, and as always it still hit her like a knife to her heart, twisting and cutting through her as if eviscerating her, leaving her gutted.

She thought back to Glenn’s grave in Hilltop, to the pocket watch that Maggie was carrying now, her family’s legacy, her heirloom, handed down through generations.

In her mind’s eye, she saw Daryl sitting at her table in that small house not far from the Kingdom, saying, “Everyone’s alright,” after hesitating just a little too long, and ducking his head just a little too much so she hadn’t been able to see his eyes - and with the light of the fire the only light in the room, it was doubtful if she would seen confirmation there, even though she had been certain even then.

Certain that he was lying to her.

She’d had a vague, nagging suspicion, she’d been certain there was something he was leaving out - but not until she’d talked to Morgan had she known that he hadn’t just omitted something but outright been lying to her by telling her that everyone was okay and they had reached a peaceful agreement with the sociopath subjugating all the communities within reach.

He had lied about Abe, about Glenn, and about himself.

About a good friend and a member of their family getting beaten to death, about Maggie being turned into a widow within seconds of Daryl jumping up and attacking Negan to protect Rosite. Had not told her about getting taken, locked up, and probably hurt while he’d been with the Saviors, on top of receiving a gunshot wound to his shoulder so Dwight could take him and Rosita without facing resistance.

“Why?”

Her voice was soft, free of any hint of accusation, yet he blushed - and understood immediately what she was referring to, even though neither of them had addressed his visit to her lonely house on the edges of the Kingdom.

“You wanna do this now?”

The sorrow in his voice almost broke her, but she nodded. In order to be able to move on, she needed all loose ends dealt with, and Daryl lying to her about anything, let alone something so huge, was definitely a loose end, and one she could no longer ignore, with the life or death issues handled for now.

Very slowly, Daryl started walking, moving past her without touching her. She saw his jaw muscles clenching. Although he remained silent and never even looked at her, she took his cue and followed him, matching his pace. When they reached one of the elevated guard platforms, he climbed the ladder, slowly, as if carrying a huge weight, and then slumped over the wall looking out, waiting until she joined him.

“You weren’t ready, back then.”

His voice sounded rough and exhausted. He still wasn’t looking at her. Now, instead of gnawing on his lip or the inside of his cheek, he was worrying the skin around his fingernails. His left thumb already had an angry red groove running parallel to his nail, filling with blood. He absentmindedly flicked the bit of skin he’d just ripped off over the wall and started in on the next finger.

Carol thought of taking his hand so he’d stop, but thought better of it. While he was this agitated, he never took touch well. Instead, she stood next to him and they both watched the tendrils of morning mist still hanging over the meadow outside burning away as the sun rose over the horizon. When the air started getting warmer, Carol slipped out of her padded jacket and hung it from one of the guard platform’s support posts. She didn’t speak - she knew that he would need time for this, with or without prompting.

When the sun was fully out, a perfect orange ball behind the screen of fog shrouding it, he cleared his throat.

“Said you’d had to leave Alexandria. ‘n’ before that, you were so … distant. After those assholes took you ‘n’ Maggie was the first time you admitted you were not okay, ‘n’ then you left.” Again, he struggled with the idea of her leaving Alexandria, her family, him, and it took him a while until he managed to go on. “And when you opened that door, after bein’ gone for, what, little more than a week?” He glanced her way, and in his eyes, she saw the weight of yet another failure he was shouldering. “You looked … I dunno … rested? More … relaxed?”

Heaving in a breath, he looked out over the meadow once more. It was hard to imagine that, not so long before, it had been teeming with walkers and, more recently, with live enemies consciously trying to kill all of them. She dragged her mind away from those memories - she still didn’t feel solid enough in her mind yet to process them. Daryl, she noted, had been silent while she had been musing quietly, and started speaking again only when he knew she was fully present again.

“You needed the rest, you needed … time off from bein’ responsible for everyone, so … I wanted you to have more of that. And if I had told you the truth -”

His voice broke, and she was shocked to see a tear dripping directly from his eyes onto his left hand, resting on the handhold of their platform.

“If I had told you what happened -”

He was unable to continue for at least a minute as he fought for control.

She knew, from everyone who had been there, that it had been Daryl’s reaction to Negan’s actions that had prompted Glenn’s death, and Daryl, being who he was, was putting all the blame on himself, of course. Patiently, Carol waited for Daryl to calm down and continue, and finally, he did.

“You’d said you’d lose yourself if you had to kill again, and … You’re too important, I just …”

He sounded as if he was admitting defeat. He’d been holding his breath and exhaled in a rush following this confession, giving her a pleading look.

“I don’t care, you’re worth more to me than anyone else, and I just couldn’t risk you. Anyone else, yes. Myself, yes. But you?”

He shook his head, and his eyes told her that he wasn’t sorry for lying. He was sorry for stating so blatantly that other lives, including his own, were worth so much less to him, compared to hers, but not for feeling that way, and acting accordingly.

Protecting her.

At the expense of lying to her, for the very first time ever, and risking lives as a result. Daryl, who never lied to anyone, and would rather die than not defend and protect people who needed his help.

Closing her eyes, she felt tears pricking her eyelids, and a hot pain in her chest. I couldn’t risk you. Anyone else, yes. Myself, yes. But you? His words hit home as the magnitude of their meaning kept unfolding. Nobody had ever felt this way about her, had made her his absolute priority like this, and she felt humbled and elated all at once.

She wanted to argue, to list the names of the other members of their family, the people who had been fighting for survival by their side for almost three years now - but the words died on her lips when she saw his eyes, filled with guilt and love. He knew what he was saying, and he was still saying it. Anyone else, yes. But you?

Overwhelmed by his love for her and her own fierce love for him, she did reach for his hand now, resting her own on top of his, and his thumb came up to gently rub her pinkie once, twice, before he raised his arm, still holding her hand, and carefully turned her sideways while he himself also turned to face her.

“C’m here,” he mumbled, and the world around them disappeared as they leaned into each other, two weary warriors finding strength and love in each other.

#Caryl

#Caryl fan fiction

#Daryl Dixon

#Carol Peletier

#LD writes fan fiction

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aintitruda-deactivated20170725  asked:

If you're still taking requests, mind if we get some baby!spiritassassin, please. If not, then go ahead and delete this ask if you wish

(That’s my secret, I’m always taking spiritassassin requests! Thank you so much for your request!)

Baze enjoyed working in the gardens. He liked sitting in the rich dirt that was so different than the sand everywhere else on Jedha, enjoyed getting his hands dirty, loved the way it clung to the insides of his short nails. There was something about being part of something so alive that made Baze feel closer to the Force.

“I don’t like you.”

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avocadofuchs  asked:

Hey~ I've already send a matchup some days ago but if there're so many, I should help you with your matchup break :> (If it is okay, if not just ignore my request :'D) So, I had a rough time not long ago where I felt useless and lonely regardless what I did, I cried a lot, smiled rarely and half-hearted. So my request is, how would Valkyrie + Nazuna react if their usually cheerful s/o suddenly changed like I did? I really love your blog! Keep up your hard work, you're doing a wonderful job! ♥

oh no i’m so sorry to hear you felt that way ! i can only hope you’re feeling better now ♥ if not, let these boys’ charms heal your soul~ also thank you so much for the kind words !!! - mod mademoiselle


Nazuna :

  • Don’t expect him to not notice a change like that. Maybe he even knew something was wrong about you before you did. He didn’t dare say anything, afraid he’d force you to talk about something you’re not comfortable with telling him.
  • As time went on and you were smiling less and less, he decided he couldn’t stand it anymore. He was afraid. This whole thing felt like how he was back when he was still a Valkyrie member. And he hated that feeling.
  • Expect Nazuna to get very emotional over what happens to you. He’ll be anxious, bite down his fingernails, lose sleep and appetite and be more irritable. He even cried a few times, all in front of you. He can’t stand this.
  • Nazuna will go out of his way to get you to talk. He’s afraid you’ll almost become mute, just like he was. He doesn’t want to lose you and will listen to you and your feelings. No matter how irrelevant you think something is to your current state of mind, he’ll ask you about it.
  • His main plan is to stay by your side, never leaving you unless he has to. At school, he’s always with you. Otherwise, he won’t stop calling or texting you. He wants you to understand you’re loved and supported.
  • He’ll get depressed too, as this brings back a lot of painful memories to him. And he especially doesn’t want you, of all people, to feel like that. He realized through this how much he cared about you.
  • But Nazuna will never stop moving forward. He’ll bring you along with him, wherever he goes, whatever he does. He’ll try his best to make you smile genuinely. He wants so hard to make you feel better.
  • No matter how you’re feeling, he’ll ask what you’re thinking about. You can just speak your mind with him : he doesn’t mind if you call him at 3 am because you’re feeling depressed. He wants you to talk about it in order to “purge” these negative feelings. That’s his main course of action.
  • When you cry in front of him, he’ll hold you tight, whispering that he’s here and you’re not alone. He’ll cry too. He always tries to hide it but you feel his tears falling on your neck and shoulders.
  • This boy can hope for two. He’ll relentlessly keep moving, bringing you by his side. He knows for sure you’ll feel better someday, and he’s working hard to make that day come as soon as possible. He wants to get to laugh and smile with you again.

Shu :

  • As sweet as Shu can be, he really has trouble understanding emotions. He’s even pretty bad at deciphering his own, let alone others’. So he won’t be the quickest in noticing you’re not acting the same as usual.
  • It will take him a while, but eventually he’ll realize you’re feeling depressed. His first reaction is anger. Towards you, for letting yourself be miserable. Towards him, for not having known or been able to prevent it. And towards whoever is susceptible of having caused that sadness.
  • Soon enough, he’ll get terribly worried about you. A tiny part of him is secretly happy you got to experience this sadness : at least you’ve both tasted it now. Shu’s still anxious about this situation, as he feels he’s not in control.
  • He’ll try to solve the problem rationally, by attacking the root causes of your sadness. School-related ? He’ll go see the teachers. Family-related ? He’ll have a word with your parents. Relationship-related ? I hope the person who made you suffer is ready to face him off. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always work, and he’ll have to admit his defeat.
  • If that doesn’t work, he’ll just have you come to his house. The two of you just stay seated on his bed, under his blanket, listening to the sound of the rain on his window. He’s busy sewing a handkerchief for you, one he hopes you won’t get to use.
  • In extreme cases, when he loses it himself, Shu will use Mademoiselle to try and make you feel better. She’s always so gentle with you, it’s nice to just talk about your feelings with her. She invites you to just let it all go and tell her everything.
  • Shu’s so desperate to see your smile again. He’s asked Mika and Tsumugi about this, has read books on depression and spends entire nights sewing gifts for you. Clothes, accessories, plushies. He even started to consider using an actual phone to communicate with you. He’s used to just sending letters, but if that would help, he’s ready to start anytime.
  • One remedy he’s found is the usual tea and pastries. He’ll serve you tea, wait until you’ve tasted a pastry and gently ask you to talk about it. It’s still not guaranteed he won’t try to push the person responsible (or the person he thinks is responsible) for your sadness in the stairs. You might want to check on him often.
  • He feels especially bad about all this because it reminds him of Nazuna, back when he was still a member of Valkyrie. He doesn’t ever want to accidentally break someone he treasures again. So he’ll be unusually vehement in trying to make you feel better.
  • But Shu’s still Shu. He’ll revel in your love anyway, no matter how you’re feeling. In fact, now you have one more common point : you’re both suffering. And he secretly hopes you’re going to be able to help each other smile again, soon.

Mika :

  • That boy would get especially upset upon you feeling depressed. Sure, he’s felt sad too in the past, even though he doesn’t talk about it. But he still thinks it’s bad for you to stop smiling altogether.
  • He doesn’t really tell you, but you’re his treasure. Now, he has a lot of treasures : you just so happen to be the brightest, shiniest of them all. So he won’t let his treasure become sullied by sadness and tears. Oh no he won’t.
  • Out of the three, he’s the one who’d get the most fired up about fighting that new sadness. He’ll learn one book worth of puns and jokes and tell them to you when you’re least expecting it. He’s taken advice from one hammy theater club president to try and constantly surprise you ; however he misunderstood and is now trying to scare you. He legit thinks that’s going to help.
  • He’s often taking you out on weekends and holidays : he thinks seeing people, agitation and new places would help more than just leaving you be at your house. So he’ll be here at 9 am sharp on sundays, ready to take you to the park.
  • Whenever his bright plans fail, he’s ready to attack with candy. He’s absolutely convinced candy helps people feel happy, so he’ll shower you under his favorite sweets. He even brought homemade cake more than once as a last-minute idea.
  • And when the sadness really doesn’t subside, then he just hugs you tight. His embrace is so desperate that you can feel how nervous he is about you feeling sad. Over time, hugs have become his go-to method to calm you down. You just revel in the proximity, and appreciate how warm and close he is…
  • Mika refuses to understand that feeling sad is part of the human nature. He just wants to help you get rid of such emotions altogether, and to get to see your smile again. Sometimes he wonders whether he’s being helpful or selfish, and won’t sleep at night when the doubt arises.
  • If you can’t sleep at night (or him, for that matter), he’ll just come to your house and sleep with you. He’ll cradle you in his arms and hum a beautiful song you’ve never heard him sing. He sometimes gets embarassed over his voice, but you love it. It even helps you fall asleep.
  • Mika will let you hold his hand if you’re feeling uncomfortable or lonely. If he can be of any use, just tell him. He’d be oh so happy to help you feel better. And he’s already waiting for the day your genuine smile comes back. You’re prettiest when you smile, after all.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! :) hope you're having a good day hehe. I saw your post about that fic that almost made you cry and I was wondering if you had any YOI fic recommendations? I've already read all of yours and I loved loved loved them (you write so beautifully it's like poetry when I read your fics ;~;) so I would trust your judgment hahah! Thanks!!! ^^

Ohhh gosh, thank you so much! ❤️ I can absolutely recommend a few – I’ll preface by saying that I do not actually read very much fic and when I do I’m extremely picky about characterization, so this list is likely to be small. But I absolutely endorse every one of them.

The fic that almost made me cry is Lie To Make Me Like You, by cityboys:

  • “Victor is a lot more experienced at acting than he is at directing—but when December gifts him with his very own Cinderella story, it comes with the reminder that relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.” AU that stays entirely true to the heart of the source material the whole way through. 15/10 please do yourself a favor and read it.

Actually, please do yourself a favor and read everything cityboys has written. They write an absolutely beautiful Victor, the Victor that’s canon to me as well, and the character introspection is so worth it and so romantic. I found them through a wonderfully soft fic they wrote about Victor’s and Yuuri’s honeymoon and haven’t fallen out of love since. They also wrote fics to parallel episodes 9 and 11, which are so worth reading, as well as a Mila/Sara school AU.

I also recommend:

  • the fools who dream, by themorninglark - “In which Victor and Phichit navigate first encounters, slow dance their way into a friendship to keep, and Victor learns to love the warmth of the sun (and let it love him back).” Victor and Phichit friendship fic, beautifully written.
  • get up again, by snowdarkred - Yuri on Ice if the sport on ice were hockey instead of figure skating. It begins running parallel to canon, but later chapters finish the story for a few years following. This is maybe the only fic I will ever recommend that actually takes on homophobia in universe - it’s not played for pain, and though it drives a few decisions it does not dwell and I thought it was handled well (bonus: Yurio punches someone in the face). I found this well-written, obviously done by someone familiar with the sport of hockey itself, and it was heartwarming. Also, Yuuri is a badass.
  • One Step Sideways, by Airgeer -  Weird things happen, Victor wakes up and finds himself in an alternate reality and has to put things back together and find a way to get home to Yuuri. There are two Victors, which is really the important thing here, but this fic is actually really moving and it works. 
  • You’re My Favorite of Them All, by Grassepi - Viktor and Yuuri go on a date at the beach, Viktor interacts with some fans, Yuuri makes sure the fans know Viktor is his boyfriend. Cue interactions, well written.
  • Say not a word; I can hear youby forochel - the Pacific Rim AU every fandom needs.
  • Seagulls on the shore (that which we grasp), by Gintsuki - Dæmon AU. There’s still figure skating. Victor’s dæmon has settled, Yuuri’s hasn’t (yet). I enjoyed this one, I thought it was soft and good and I approve of the dæmon forms.
  • Stay Close to Me, by dasedandconfused. Vicchan lives. Yuuri doesn’t bomb his first Grand Prix Final. He and Victor are still bound to find each other. 

I hope you enjoy them as I did!!

gal-with-pastels  asked:

Sans eating frisk

Sans was looking forward to this day: Thanksgiving,a perfect day full of the best foods and best friends, and this time it’s on the surface…. This was Frisk’s and his second favorite holiday. She looked around ‘So how come he’s not here?’ She got worried, despite Thanksgiving requires work, Sans always makes an exception for certain holidays, this being one of them. He would love helping out and having a crowd to cringe at his horrible jokes, despite her and Toriel adore Sans’s sense of humor. Something had to be wrong.
“Hey, I think I’m done with everything on my part and I’m kinda tired,can I relax a bit?” she asked Toriel
“Oh yes, my child!” Toriel said with a smile “You were up all night helping me decorate and prepare most of the food, you were such a big help. I’ll see you at the feast….OH! And be sure when you come, dress nice. Nothing too fancy, but nice.” Frisk nodded, Papyrus was also helping along with Undyne, the tall skeleton turns “HEY HUMAN! CAN YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND CHECK ON SANS? HE’S PROBABLY ASLEEP UPSTAIRS OR BEING LAZY AS ALWAYS. TELL HIM IT’LL BE ABOUT 3 HOURS UNTIL THE FOOD IS READY AND GUESTS ARRIVE, I HOPE TO SEE HIM.”

 
And with that, Frisk headed upstairs quietly. She wasn’t sure if Sans was asleep or not, but it’ll be rude to wake him….(despite he’s out like blown out conveniently shaped lamp every time he sleeps) She paused at his bedroom door, pressing her ear on it ‘Hmmm…. I don’t hear any snoring or any signs he’s sleep-’ An abrupt sound interrupted her thought, specifically, a growly roar.

*GRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAR*

 “Sans?” She quickly pushed the door and walked in without thinking “Sans, what was-” Frisk immediately halted as her and Sans’s eyes met. He was sitting in curled up fashion, his face easily read pure pain. Something is wrong…. It was a moment of silence before Sans spoke up “Uhhh kid…nice of you to come but… s-sorry now isn’t the time- “ He gasped suddenly, curling up tighter as his face flushed a blue-ish hue. She got worried and ran to his side, Frisk never saw Sans in this level of agony and would do anything to help stop it. “Sans, come on, talk to me. We always talk about things…even about timelines. So please, tell me what’s wrong.” Sans looked up at her again, hesitating at first yet found the courage to try to talk. “I’m just-

*GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*

.really beyond hungry….” Sans trailed off, blushing even bluer. Frisk can tell this wasn’t normal hunger. “When was the last time you ate…?” Sans let out a weak chuckle as he looked the other way for a moment “Well kiddo… it definitely wasn’t earlier today or yesterday at all…” She looked at him in shock, he hasn’t eaten a day and a quarter, to a normal monster it would be bad, but to a monster who is a glutton and ‘the weakest monster’…no wonder Sans is so uncomfortable. “Uh, kid? You okay?” he asked, raising a brow giving a smile “H-Hey, look, kid, I know this sounds unsettling to you, but I’m ok, I can hold out… so how long until the feast? 15 minutes? 30? An hour?” Frisk swallows the lump in her throat “…More like 3 hours…” Sans’s smile immediately disappears, both of you know he won’t last that long….

*RRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR*

Both of you jumped as Sans wrapped his blue, empty, grumbling orb of a belly, wincing in pain as beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. “Urrgghh…s-sorry kid…” She couldn’t stand it, this can’t wait, he has to eat NOW. Frisk look around in his room but found nothing… she has grown desperate, she didn’t care what he need to eat, she just wanted him full enough to hold out…. or maybe who. “Sans, eat me.” Sans looked at her like she was crazy “Wait…what? Sorry, didn’t quite hear you correctly, can you repeat that…?”
Frisk looked at him.., with pure determination “Sans….. eat me … at least until it’s time for the feast. It’ll help you wait it out.” Sans continues that questionable look on his face and was going to say no “Let me do this… just for you, Sans. I love you a lot and don’t like seeing you in pain. Please…” Frisk’s pleas with puppy eyes combo and his stomach’s vicious empty complaints tag teamed and won against his better judgment. “Hmmmm…..O-Okay…”

Using some magic he saved, he brought Frisk up near his mouth and started swallowing once she was in. He shivered, god she tasted so amazing….Sans hoped this won’t lead to any problems later, but pushed the thought aside as he continues swallowing, to her feet all the way to her head. He slowly beginning to feel full halfway through the process, but couldn’t stop until all of her was in his belly.
For Frisk, she actually grew fascinated and love being a willing prey. She hasn’t experienced something this new since falling from Mt.Ebott and exploring the Underground. Frisk love adventure and trying something new, plus she and Sans are very excellent best friends, this is definitely worth the risk.


With one last swallow, Sans can feel Frisk overstuffing his belly… and boy he enjoys it, he sat in front of his bedroom door to make sure no one else will be able to come in, letting out some mighty burps. “ *BRRRRRAAWWP- Oh gosh excuse me….all the swallowing might’ve caused that. Hey Frisk, What is it like in there?” Frisk look, now inside of Sans’s magical belly, “It’s…. so beautiful…I wish I can stay here longer!” Sans was a little surprised at first, but chuckles, making Frisk bounce up and down a little in his belly. She smiled as she hears the happy rumblings of his belly echoing around her, he does sound so much better, but to be sure…”Hey Sans, do you feel better?” Sans nodded “I’m much better… but ya know…you really didn’t have to do this for me.” Frisk started thinking, only for a bit until she spoke up “Like I said Sans, I love you a lot and you’re my best friend, whether what happened to you was your fault or not, I’m just glad I made you're happy because that’s what truly matters to me.

There was a long pause as a large smile slowly grew on Sans’s face “Gosh kid… you have no idea how thankful I am for you right now….”

anonymous asked:

1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.

2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport her away.

3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.

4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near. She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.

5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the thought.

6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’ 

7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be your way of trying to trick me.’

8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him, and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again? Leave Henry?’ 

9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book. 

10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’ He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever again.’ 

11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously, considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than me.’

12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty good ruler.’ 

13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture of peace. 

14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night, Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself away.