work a crappy retail job, and we just started putting out our christmas
stock (It kills me to say that when it isn’t even Halloween yet). I was
working the register while my coworker was in the back room handling a
delivery. It was a quiet night, no customers for about half an hour, and
in walks a woman with her three year old daughter.
They start looking in the christmas aisle. I happen to walk by it
about ten minutes later, and the aisle is completely trashed. I watch as
her daughter pulls three pegs worth of garland off the wall, then as
her mother picks out the color she wants and leaves the rest on the
floor. This woman had allowed her daughter to do this for nearly
everything in the aisle. She saw me, took her daughters hand and said
“Come on honey, lets go check out while this nice lady cleans up.” And
she leads her kid toward the check out.
Well, jokes on you, lady. I’m the only one working them tonight! I
start cleaning the aisle (very slowly) while she waits at the register.
After a few minutes, the lady looks at me and clears her throat. I look
up, smile and say “I’m sorry, but company policy states that I can’t
leave any obstruction in an aisle unattended. I’ll be with you as soon
as I can.” And I go back to cleaning. Made her wait for a good twenty
minutes trying to entertain a bored, increasingly whiny toddler before I
came up and wrang her stuff up. I made sure to give her my biggest
smile as I handed her her change and said “Have a nice night!”.
I have always been an artist. I had a childhood of vivid colors and half formed images, the passion was there but the skill wasn’t. It took years to create something beautiful, something different. But like most artists I burned out over time.
Coming to Elsewhere University inspired my passions once more. I spent hours sketching and painting and sketching again. My creations have always been my children, but now they had more life in them than I ever imagined.
My children were beautiful and terrible, too many teeth and cloaks spun of star shine. Elegant bodies that flowed like water with wicked smiles that promised everything and nothing. All of them different and all of them the same.
I was their mother but they did not call me so, I allowed them to call me father. Not mother. Never mother. It was too close to a true name.
I did not name them, they all chose their own names. I held them all only once, in that moment of creation when their steps were still unsure. I love them with the same devotion as any mother, and they love me in their own way.
Sometimes they visit, bringing me whatever they think will catch my fancy. In return I will gift them with one of my hairs or a soft kiss, the gift of a mother’s love. Sometimes I will even remove my iron to hold them again, but only after a promise of my safety is made.
I’m aware of the attention my children bring me, from both my classmates and The Gentry, but I can’t stop. I can’t and I won’t.
Requested: Angst Request Please?, au where everyone see all in black and white until you see the eyes of your soulmate, reader see the colors when she see the eyes of Newt, but he can’t, she lies about the colors time pass and reader tells Tina “take care for him” and gellert hurts reader, she confess she loves newt and then dies. Years pass and Newt name his daughter like reader because reader Dreams about have scamander for last name. Sorry english is not my language. also Tina and Newt are soulmates! <3
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The sounds of trains and people rushing around filled your ears, the usual black and white colors flooding your vision. You held your bag close to you to avoid any pick pocketers walking around. You walked to the closest bench by platform three and waited.
Today was the day you were going to meet your new co-worker. You were a trained medical assistant and you were sent by the Ministry of Magic to assist a man by the name of Newt Scamander. Reports told you that he was a researcher of magical animals, and he needed your help in case he ever got hurt. You’d never been in a situation where you’ve had to help a magizoologist before, heck, you’ve never even met one, but you were excited to start a new adventure.
“Miss, excuse me, are you Miss Y/n?”
You looked up to see the most beautiful green eyes you could see. Your eyes widened, and looking around you started to see colors you would have never imagined to exist. A large grin settled upon your face and you couldn’t help but squeal and stand up from your seat.
Everything looked so beautiful.
You looked back at the man standing in front of you. He had a long blue coat on and he was holding a worn out suitcase in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a soft smile on his face. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, giving him a cute appearance. He had reddish brown, curly hair tousled on top of his head. Oh good God, could it be?
This was your soulmate!
“Miss, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”
Now it was your turn to be confused. Could he not see the colors too? No, that couldn’t be possible… Right?
Your smile slowly started to fade. “Y-yes, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?”
“Newt Scamander. I believe you must be assisting me on my trips.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it, immediately feeling a spark when your skin touched. Surprised, you jolted a little bit before slowly shaking his hand and letting go.
“I’m sorry if I seem a little jumpy, I-I… Do you not see it too?” You slowly looked up to his face once again to see a confused expression on his face.
That proved your suspicions right, then. He couldn’t see the colors.
“See what? Did one of my animals escape again?” Newt quickly looked down and checked the lock on his suitcase. He saw that it was closed shut, but just to be sure he turned around, surveying the area.
You took this time to look down again. Tears began to fill your eyes. This man was supposed to be the love of your life, your soulmate, and here he was - unable to see the same colors as you.
It’s been a year and a half since you’ve met Newt. As of now, you were helping him research animals for his new book. Sure, it was hard knowing that he couldn’t see the same as you when you were around, but there was that small sliver of hope that still remained in your brain. Maybe it would just take him time to realize that you were supposed to be his soulmate? After all, there’s no way you couldn’t be.
As of now, you were in Newt’s case, sitting at his desk and editing his book. It was coming along well. There was still much research to be done, and Newt still had to write about some other animals, but you really felt like the book was coming to a positive end. You just hoped that you could continue traveling with Newt once his book was finished. You cherished the friendship you had with him, even if he didn’t think of you as a lover.
Meanwhile, Newt was keeping the case on top of his lap. The both of you had decided that it’d be best to board a ship to New York for your next adventure, and now it was really happening. Newt recommended that you stay in the case to keep the animals calm, and also so that he wouldn’t have to pay for another ticket. Props of having a magical case people can fit in.
Once the ship had arrived in New York, Newt walked off the boat and went through customs. There were many other things that had happened, but Newt had refused to tell you of the events. As of now, the both of you were stuck in an apartment with two sisters. One was named Tina, and the other was named Queenie. Tina seemed to be quite nice, and so was Queenie. Newt had pulled you out of the case to introduce you to the both of them, and you learned that Queenie was a legilimens and Tina worked at MACUSA. There was also another person there, a man named Jacob. Newt told you that Jacob was just someone he met, which sounded quite suspicious, since Newt wasn’t the one to go up to strangers and talk to them. To be honest, all of this seemed suspicious.
Not only had the two of you been thrown in a strange situation, but Newt had been acting quite weird since he pulled you out of the case. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting as the Goldstein sisters prepared something to eat. When you asked Newt questions, his answers would always come out clipped and short. Not to mention, when he had introduced you to that Tina girl, he had been fidgeting so much you thought something was wrong. However, Newt wouldn’t answer any of your questions, leaving you annoyed and tired.
Queenie called for Newt and you to come sit at the dinner table to eat. Jacob had already been sitting there, fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat the delectable food. Newt sat down next to Jacob, while you sat next to him at the head of the table. Tina sat in front of Newt, while Queenie sat in front of Jacob.
You all began to dig in, except for Newt and Tina, who had been staring at each other ever since they sat down.
“Are you guys ok?” you asked.
Newt didn’t break his gaze from Tina. “W-we… Tina, can you…?”
Tina smiled and shyly looked down before bringing her head back up again.
“I think you’re my soulmate Newt.”
This can’t… That’s not what was supposed to happen! He was supposed to be mine… mine.
Tears started to cloud your vision. You immediately dropped the silverware you had been holding, your appetite completely gone. The chair you had been sitting on screeched as you pushed back and ran out of the apartment.
This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
You continued running out of the complex, tears streaming down your face. After all this time, he wasn’t even yours to begin with. All that time wasted, hoping that he’d realize he was yours and you were his. Thoughts of having a family together, dreams of being able to travel and grow old together, all gone down the drain.
Numb.That was all you felt as you kept running out on the streets, not even knowing where you were going. You bumped into numerous people, yet you kept on running. Once you started to run out of breath, you slowed down and walked into an alleyway, leaning against a wall and sliding down it. You fisted your hair and cried. It felt like your heart was broken in a million pieces.
What’s the point anymore? You’ve loved him for such a long time, only to have you feelings thrown away for a mistake made by the gods. What a tragedy, knowing that those beautiful colors you only saw around him was a mistake. What a waste of time and energy.
What a goddamn waste.
Back in the apartment, everyone was staring at the chair you had last sat in. Jacob slowly started to begin eating again while attempting to start up conversation with Queenie. Tina was looking at Newt, analyzing his confused facial expression.
“Newt? Is your friend… ok?” Tina reached over the table to hold onto Newt’s hand. Newt looked down for a little bit, before shrugging off her hand and standing up from his chair.
He rushed over to the coat hanger and grabbed his blue coat, wrapping it around himself. “I have to go find her.”
Queenie abruptly stood up from her chair, causing it to shriek loudly. “No, Newt you can’t.” She knew what you were going through, and she also knew that you needed time to think.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry Queenie but I have to go. I don’t want her to get hurt.” Newt grabbed his suitcase and began to make his way to the door. Queenie rushed towards him and grabbed onto his arm, stopping him from advancing any further.
“Newt, she needs time to think. I know you’re close friends, but I think It’d be best if we leave her be.”
He shrugged off her hand and looked up at her. There was a long pause, before he remembered that she was a leglimens, meaning she knew why you had left.
“Queenie… Why did she leave?”
Queenie immediately took a step back at that question. “Newt, no. Don’t ask me that. Please don’t try to use my ability to gain access to another person’s feelings. You need to talk to her on your own.” She then turned away and started to walk back to the kitchen. Newt ran his hand through his hair in stress and set down his suitcase. He proceeded to take off his coat and hang it back up.
“Queenie I’m sorry. I should’ve never asked you that, it was impolite. You’re right. I’ll just wait until she comes back.” Newt took a seat on the couch and hunched over his knees. He was extremely worried about you, and he was confused as to why you had left so abruptly.
Tina walked over to Newt and sat down next to him. She began to rub small circles into his back, assuring him that everything would be ok.
But for you, everything was so far from ok
ALRIGHT!!!! So I decided I would write a second part to this, because I made this wayyyyy longer than I intended for it to be. I really hope you like it though!! Also, feel free to send in requests!!!
Notes: This is a fic in which I combine my love for Dad!Killian with my love for tattooed Killian. I refuse to believe that man only has one tattoo on his person. He’s probably not as tatted as I made him in this, but whatever. As always, I have to thank my good friend @welllpthisishappening(if you’re not following her, there is something wrong with you because she is fantastic and she makes ridiculously long but amazing fics that will make you forget that the outside world exists and when they end, you weep because it was so good and you want more.) for listening and giving me feedback on my work. She’s the best. All mistakes are mine because I don’t have a beta and I am trash. You can also read it here on AO3: [LINK] Summary: Killian Jones is covered in tattoos, including an impressive outline of a full sleeve on his blunted arm. Emma thinks he should get it colored. Killian gets it colored in a rather unconventional way. Rating: T Word Count: 3,500+
Emma nearly gasped the first time she stripped him bare and saw what was underneath all the leather. Nothing had prepared her for the magnificent artwork that lay undiscovered, hidden under numerous layers of black clothing. Killian Jones was covered from head to toe in ink. She had always assumed that he had a few tattoos aside from the heart and dagger that bore another woman’s name, but what she discovered was an entirely different level.
There wasn’t much work on his torso, but there was a tiny, tiny black swan on the far end of his collarbone and it became Emma’s favorite thing to kiss. It was a tribute to her, something that he had gotten while Emma and Henry were in New York. He had taken his vow to remember her everyday seriously and had marred his skin with his promise.
A pair of coordinates with an old fashion looking sextant took up the majority of the space on his left ribcage. It was one of the older looking tattoos on his body, the ink starting to blur a bit with age. Emma knew the moment she saw it that it was another memorial wrought on skin. It was for Liam and Emma sometimes caught him tracing it with a pensive look on his face in the dark quiet moments of the night, particularly on the hard days where one of them almost didn’t make it home.
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
You swing open the door and step into your shabby apartment. The yellow-stained walls and peeling paint don’t exactly scream ‘welcome home’. Well, it’s not like you made an effort to pretty up the place anyway. You only have essential furniture, and nothing decorative– no houseplants, no carpets, no pictures, no paintings…
The uneven wooden tiles seesaw back and forth as you walk across the room. You toss your bag at the leg of the coffee table, and only watch with a neutral expression as all your sketches pour out. You throw yourself onto the couch and a satisfied sigh escapes you. You lay still, staring up at the cracked ceiling. The setting sun pours in from your balcony, coloring the room an orange tint.
It’s been about a year and a half since you moved to Paris. Luckily you’re quite fluent in French, after taking it for eight years straight. But the transition was hard, no doubt. New country, new people, and new job. And… no Kyungsoo.
The world is black and white until their soulmate says
their name for the first time.
In which Lena roughly takes five minutes to see
colors. Kara needs more.
When she first arrived on Earth, Kara couldn’t understand
the concept of a soulmate; it wasn’t something Krypton’s customs had shared.
So, she couldn’t understand why she could no longer see the colors.
But Alex took her time, answering her questions after
midnight, after Eliza had told her she did not know anything else, because the
colors, or the absence of them, ware still a mystery to mankind itself.
And, with blankets around their shoulders, a sixteen
year old Alex told a thirteen year old Kara about being perfectly incomplete
without another half. You would still be a whole person, but something would always be missing.
That night, Kara cried herself to sleep, measuring her
sobs to not wake her sister. Because she wasn’t human, she didn’t share the
Earth customs, she didn’t have a soulmate. And she wouldn’t stand in no one’s
George Harrison, holding his niece Leslie, with his siblings Lou and Peter, Benton, Illinois, September/October 1963 (Photo courtesy Acclaim Press, via Riverfront Times)
“[S]o it was that George Harrison, along with brother Peter, stepped off a plane at Lambert Field in St. Louis and became the first Beatle to set foot on American soil. And no one cared. There were no throngs of screaming, frenzied young girls, no gang of reporters, no legions of police, no limo. Instead, there was a twenty-year-old British traveler with a strange haircut holding his bags, standing at his designated meeting spot beneath a replica of Lindbergh’s Spirit of St. Louis, waiting for his ride. Five short months later he would step off of another airplane at New York’s John F. Kennedy International Airport and enter the national zeitgeist, where he has remained. Louise, then-husband Gordon and their son and daughter brought their foreign uncles back to the house in Benton where ‘our German shepherd Sheba greeted him,’ which George loved, says Harrison. ‘We could never afford a pet when we were growing up. In Benton we had a five-bedroom house, and one bedroom was made into a playroom and they had train sets. When George grew up we never had any toys like that, so he and Pete spent hours playing with the kids.’
AN: This is off the prompt where Trixie gets upset about the video of Katya grinding on Violet. Turned into a mess of angst but with a fluffy ending! This is my first time writing this pair so apologies if the characterizations are a bit rocky! I use their drag names but male pronouns. Also, BNYC should be updated soon. I’m sorry it’s taking so long. I am in the midst of finals and this chapter is fighting me, but I promise it’ll be ready soon! Much love, xx
A/N: The “technical” end to Ramblings. I will be adding an epilogue to finish off this series. Thank you so much for loving this series as much as I have. I am sad to see it end, and yet happy to know it’ll be complete soon.
The letter to Y/N sat at my desk for weeks. I couldn’t bring myself to mail it, much less give it to her in person. It sat underneath a pile of files gathering dust with each passing day. Yet somehow it managed to fall into her hands just days before Christmas.
I had asked JJ to grab a file from my desk and she saw the letter addressed to Y/N. She didn’t even think twice as she picked it up and dropped it into her hands. I had stared frozen in my spot as Y/N looked at it curiously, recognizing my handwriting and tearing it open. It was like watching my life flash before my eyes the instant I recognized the envelope and I rushed out of there before anyone could even comprehend what was happening. I left everything behind except for my phone, keys and wallet that sat comfortably in my pockets. My jacket and satchel remained abandoned at my desk as the team looked around questioningly to each other. They didn’t understand the gravity of my situation. Confessing your undying love was something I had little experience in, and rejection was something I didn’t want to feel.
I managed to hide out for a few hours. I spent the rest of the day in between book shops and cafes. After a few calls from Hotch I simply texted him that I had had an emergency and then shut my phone off. After hours of mindless wandering I finally decided it was time to go. I hoped to come home to an empty hallway. That didn’t turn out how I expected either.
I found Y/N asleep against my door when I finally arrived home around eleven. My heart softened as I saw her head rested against the door, my jacket and satchel thrown across her lap and held even in her sleep as if she was afraid someone would come along and steal them. So I summoned up all the courage I could and decided to accept that the time had finally come as I gently shook her awake. I was ready to face whatever was coming.
She yawned and stood, handing me my belongings in the process. I opened the door and she merely walked in as if she owned the place. She walked through the apartment as if she owned it and I watched with curiosity as she walked into my bedroom. She was quiet the entire time. She didn’t mention the letter. She merely smiled as I followed behind her unsure of what exactly was going on.
“Are you going to get in bed or not?”
Her voice was soft and playful as I realized that she had already kicked her shoes off and was underneath the soft covers. Her eyebrow was raised, daring me to come closer. And I did. I kicked off my shoes and climbed in next to her, my body’s temperature rising at the simple fact she was in my bed. She had the most gorgeous smile on her face as she leaned in closer, inches away from my face and whispered the words that would make me the happiest I’ve ever been.
“I’m in love with you too.”
What came afterwards was a blur of feelings. It was soft and tender kisses that led to a passionate embrace that led to clothes being thrown and scattered. It led to laughter and “are we moving too fast?“ and the quick dismissal of such questions. It led to soft caresses and glorious new wonders as we touched in a way I had never experienced before. It led to stars glowing on skin as the night passed by. It led to notes leaving her soft lips as her moans sounded like music to my ears.
I never knew what it was like to feel so wanted until it was her hands that were on my skin. I never knew what God felt like until I felt her body unravel at my touch like a flower blooming in the rays of a devoted sun. I had never seen such stunning eyes until I saw hers mixed with an alluring mixture of love and lust, something I had only ever pictured in my wildest dreams. And suddenly I was a child on their birthday receiving the one gift their parents had said they couldn’t afford, and I had never been so grateful as I was the moment her lips touched mine and continued to whisper those three words over and over until my heart felt ready to burst.
I wish I could describe what it felt like to finally let all of the love I had finally pour out of me. It was such a relief to be able to look at her and say, I love you. I have loved you for so long and I will love you forever more.
I wish I could tell you how it felt to have her repeat those words back to me. To have her confess her own love that had grown since before the night in the field. A love that had begun the moment she walked in and caught sight of my smile. Hearing such lovely words trickle from her soft lips with ease and sincerity was enough to keep my smile permanently on my face for the rest of the night, and quite possibly the rest of my life.
We spent Christmas together. She flew out with me to see my mother again and I can’t even explain how much that meant to me. She could have flown out to see her family. But she didn’t. She chose to be with mine. My mother’s eyes lit up when she saw us walk through the door and she let out a happy laugh when she saw my arm wrap around Y/N. It was a small and intimate night, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing. My heart was happy and my head was clear of the fog that usually threatened to invade, and I can’t help but think that it’s Y/N who’s the one driving the demons away. This is what love is, right? When you can’t stop thinking about the other and everything they do is adorable and charming and you really just want to spend every waking moment together. I’m so in love with her and this is only the beginning.
Best Regards, Spencer
It’s been awhile since I’ve written and I have to admit it’s all due to having a significant other. It’s a happy thing, and I suppose I’m simply writing to catch you up now.
Having someone to kiss underneath the fireworks as everyone rings in the new year is something that I never really pictured happening to me. I never really imagined having soft lips and warm arms to hold while the night sky lit up with all sorts of colors. Yet that’s exactly what happened as the team celebrated the coming of a new year and Y/N stood in my arms. It was as if I was in a dream.
I didn’t mind the teasing that came from my friends. I didn’t mind the jokes about the genius finally getting the girl, or the way everyone cheered the first time they saw us kiss. It was all good natured and light hearted. Y/N found it amusing and took it in stride as did I.
That’s how we spent New Year’s Eve. Together, our bodies gravitating towards each other until our hands met and became a catalyst for affection. I never really knew just how amazing someone’s physical body could feel until I met Y/N.
It wasn’t about sex. Sure, that was probably the most wonderful thing I had ever felt in my life and to have someone so beautiful writhing in pleasure underneath me was something I’d only ever dreamt of. But it was how we made love. How I could feel that adoration in every single touch and in every kiss we shared. Sex is always described as this animalistic thing where hormones are raging and all the other cares about is getting their pleasure at the end of the night. And sure, that did happen with Y/N, but there was always something different. I could see it in her eyes that she was excited and happy that it was me, and I’m sure my eyes reflected the same as they looked down at her. Making love is such a different feel than simply having sex.
It was always about our connection. She’s exciting and fun. She brings me out of my comfort zone without ever once forcing me to do things I don’t want to. I pick up on her moods and adjust my behavior to it. We genuinely care for each other- always there to be a shoulder to cry on or someone to share a smile with. She makes me happier than I’ve ever been.
“I’m glad it’s you,” Hotch had said quietly as he stood next to me that night. His eyes lingered on Y/N and I remembered the fact he had developed feelings for her just as I had. But his eyes were sincere as he looked at me. They were not filled with jealousy or hate. They were honest.
“I couldn’t imagine two people who deserve more happiness,” he added as he took a drink. I nodded and thanked him, smiling as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder in a hug. Things had finally seemed to fall into place and I was more than grateful.
That was nearly half a year ago and yet I remember it as if it was yesterday. It’s a curious thing how time seems to fly by when you’re happy. The days all blur in a mixture of smiles and laughs, as if one bleeds onto the other like a painting that’s never finished. My days are painted in bright colors now. Vivid hues of yellows and reds that resemble the amount of joy and passion that now consume my every day life. I wake every morning with a bright grin on my face, eager to see where life takes me.
I have to admit that my mind is still occupied with thoughts of her at every moment at the day, but it’s different now. Now I get to curl up with her at the end of the night instead of only dreaming about it. I don’t have to wonder what her lips feel like because I get to kiss her as often as I want, or really as often as she’ll allow it. She still invades my dreams but I can’t even begin to explain how heartwarming it is to wake up from dreams of her to find her serene face nestled into a pillow beside me.
I guess I’m writing to let you know that I’m finally at peace. My head no longer aches and my heart is full. My relationships with everyone have grown stronger. I no longer feel alone. I have my team, I have my mother, I have Y/N. It’s as if the puzzle pieces have come together to create this wonderful picture and for once in my life there is no missing piece.
I want to thank you for lending your ear to my ramblings. Everything is just as it should be now so I guess this is my goodbye. Perhaps we’ll talk someday again, or maybe this will be my last letter for the rest of my life. I just want you to know that I am well, complete, and more joyous than I ever imagined to be.
I meant to have this finished at some point last year but OOPS TIME SLIPPED so here it is, the first half of a poster I made to celebrate the anniversary of 2 of my favorite things, Metroid and Kamen Rider. I used Fourze since he is an anniversary rider and they’re both space themed so it worked.
As I said this is only one half as the other is still in development as it’s a bit more complex in comparison.
Figure Skating World Championships Mens Practice Day 2 - Group 1!
I recorded the entire session again today. I think I should be clear of the copyright issues this time so watch to your hearts content.
I ran into one half of the Pooh Bear ears couple from Boston last year and we took pics together! She also had this awesome ombre nail design that was inspired by the Hope and Legacy colors.
Funny enough Group 1 was last today. In terms of my impressions, I wanted to pay close attention to Yuzu since he skipped yesterday’s practice. Yesterday he was mostly smiles. Today he was more business and it was a bit more so-so. Hope and Legacy started well, but the salcow… I have a 3rd row seat on that end of the rink for the SP and 5th row for the LP so I will clutch my Pooh Bear extra tight either way. And yeah, wine is a must.
Shoma was also so so. He couldn’t really get the 4 loop working very well today but he had a decent run through.
Though it’s exhausting getting up so early for the practices, I’ll miss not getting to see the guys tomorrow, but I’ll be up bright and early Thursday for the final public practice. And it’ll be better to get a little rest anyway and sleep in a bit (sorry, Pairs, catch you in the evening).
You’ve been told that the Land of All is a myth. A place of beauty that could never exist in this cruel world you call home, but you believe that there is always something beautiful in everything that is ugly. But your life held nothing but ugly, and it would be nothing but ugly. You would never belong in the Land of All, yet you somehow found yourself in that beauty. Such beauty existed, and you hated the idea of being the one to destroy it.
Word Count: 1231
Group: Bangtan Boys
Member: Kim Taehyung
Genre: Romance and Angst
A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with this series. I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I did writing it! See you guys later.
♟ Gray Eyes ♟
Taehyung lied on the floor in silence, eyes closed, head resting on his pillow. The apartment was eerily quiet, which was weird because he didn’t live alone in his apartment anymore. As if she had read Taehyung’s questions, he felt a soft, fuzzy poke to his cheek. He kept his eyes closed, hoping to get in some sleep before the guys would come and take him out for drinks.
Taehyung sighed, turning to his side away from her. This is what happens when he questions where she is. He knew she walked around to face him again. He couldn’t hear her, she was quiet when she walked, but he knew she moved to the other side. And, as he predicted, another poke, and another sigh. Opening his eyes, he was met with a familiar pair of different colored eyes. One sky blue, and the other grass green.
“What?” he asked the black feline, hearing her purr shortly after his question. “You already ate, so I’m not feeding you again.” The cat meowed. “No,” he replied, feeling stupid for having an actual conversation with his new roommate. He watched her move towards him, rubbing her face against his before curling herself under his chin. He sighed for the third time. “I’m not a fan of you.” The cat only purred.
Taehyung took her in for very obvious reasons. She reminded him of you.
It’s been about a year and a half since you left, and he wasn’t going to lie when he said it hurt like hell. He had never felt so broken—hell, he didn’t feel as broken when Minji betrayed him. He fell in love with you, and he never got the chance to tell you. He remembered you breaking the kiss, leaving him breathless. You pressed your forehead against his and whispered those three words. Then, when he opened his eyes, you were gone—as if you never existed.
For weeks, Taehyung barely ate, slept, left his apartment all together. The guys tried to get him out of the room, brought him food hoping he would eat, and not matter how many times they tried, they never made any progress in building Taehyung back up. Then, he met her.
The little feline that he found practically dying outside his window on the fire escape. Originally, Taehyung was going to let the small cat die, but when she opened her eyes, he found himself taking in the cat and keeping her. This cat. This needy cat, would build Taehyung back to who he was over time, and he would go back to hanging out with the guys, seeing the relief to have their friend back in their eyes.
The cat was a reminder that what you did, you did it to save him and everyone who lived in All. That is what he would come to terms with half a year after you left. He would never say die because he could never bring himself to believe that you died trying to save him. That you died at all. You were alive, somewhere, happy—
The sound of his door opening caught his attention. “Tae, we’re just going to drink here. Turns out Jungkook is still too young to be allowed in bars,” Jimin said, closing the door behind him.
“Wow, who would have guessed,” he said, unable to help himself as he pet the black cat nuzzled against his neck.
“Shut up,” Jimin said, walking up to Taehyung, giving him a light kick on his leg. “Let’s go buy the alcohol.”
“You can go by yourself. They give you bags to put them in,” he said, scratching the cats head, watching her head follow his fingers. He smirked in amusement.
“I’m not buying one case, Tae. Get your lazy ass up, and let’s go,” Jimin replied, slight agitation in his tone.
Taehyung groaned, forcing himself up off the ground, earning another meow from the cat. “Blame Jimin,” he told her, making his way towards the front door where his friend was waiting.
“Still haven’t given her a name yet?” Jimin asked as the two left his apartment.
“Cat,” he said, making his way down the hall towards the flight of stairs.
“Cat,” Jimin repeated, taking two steps at a time down the staircase. “Cat, the cat.”
“Easy and simple,” Taehyung replied, opening the door that lead him outside where the parked car would be waiting.
“You are such an idiot,” Jimin sighed as the two of them made their way towards the black car parked along the curb.
“Ha. It’s genius and you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first,” Taehyung argued, climbing into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, so mad.” Jimin started the car, putting the car in drive, and drove the car onto the street towards the store.
The drive was quiet—a calm quiet that Taehyung was used to when he drove with Jimin. It was always comforting, and it helped Taehyung relax. After several minutes of driving, Jimin came to a stop along the curb next to the familiar store where they would always buy alcohol. The two climbed out of the car, Jimin walking around the car in quick strides to meet Taehyung as they made their way towards the entrance of the small convenience store.
“Do you already know what to buy?” Taehyung asked, opening the door for Jimin before entering the store.
Jimin made his way towards the aisle where the alcohol resided. “Yup,” he replied in a lazily, emphasizing the word obnoxiously. “Find some snacks for us, I’ll grab the drinks,” he told Taehyung, going down an aisle and leaving the brunette alone.
Taehyung sighed. “When did I become the snack boy?” Taehyung asked in a whisper, making his way down a random aisle. He really didn’t know what he should be grabbing, so as he made his way down each aisle, he grabbed whatever looked appealing to him. The rest of the guys can eat whatever he picked, and if they didn’t like it, they can starve—
Someone bumped into Taehyung, causing him to drop all his items. Cursing to himself, he bent down to pick up his snacks. “I’m so sorry,” a voice said, from behind him.
“It’s fine,” he replied, picking up the chocolate bar. He got to his feet, turning around to face the culprit who ran into him. “I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes landed on the chocolate bar he had picked out earlier. He took it, eyes traveling up to meet with a familiar pair of gray ones. He felt as if time had stopped for him. You—she—this person standing in front of him looked so much like you. There were similar features she had that reminded him of you. Just little changes, but he still saw you in her, and he couldn’t stop his heart from racing, or his breath catching in his throat.
“Are you okay?” she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side in confusion.
Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out.
“Tae, let’s go,” Jimin called from behind her.
Finally, Taehyung could speak. “Right,” was all he said. “Goodbye,” he muttered to her, and she smiled. A smile that was yours. He could have sworn his heart stopped.
“Goodbye,” she began, moving to the side for Taehyung, “I hope to see you around.”
Title: Sick! Keith x Reader Author: Admin Miraculous Word Count: 1455// Character Count: 8040 Notes: as you can see, I love keith. I also wanted Chinese takeout as I wrote this. tbh theres really no happy ending to this bc Keith leaves with the other to find voltron anyways lmao. this was originally meant for the 100 follower special, but we’re approaching 300 really fast ;;
“I’m telling you, I’m not sick!” “Oh shut up, Keith, you’re sick and I’m coming over. Just sit tight.”
Keith groaned and turned off his phone before leaning back into his bed. Sure, he felt like absolute shit and was on the verge of throwing up, but he wasn’t sick! He didn’t feel like worrying you, but when you had called him to chat about how terrible the Galaxy Garrison was, you had immediately figured out he was sick
How you did was beyond him. But he wasn’t worried about his health, he was worried about the Garrison discovering that you left… again. At this rate, you’d be kicked out just like him.
Hopefully, you’d leave undetected, as you had been caught one too many times already.
The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”
At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he
remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he
realized she was really there.
She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.
Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were
bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood,
five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing
over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.
“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”
“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his
pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird
noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and
his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months.
You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach
“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”
“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We
haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you
something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”
Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”
“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”
For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to
Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other
boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept
downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for
She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous,
mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a
central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked
across the floor and ran up the walls.
“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.
“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”
“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”
“You’re kidding, I hope.”
She smiled. “Come on.”
They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward
the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that
opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool
blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the
ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty
cages big enough for large zoo animals.
In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through
panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark
countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a
“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.
Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”
They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.
“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth
said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the
stables are always empty.”
Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere,
hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from
getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.
“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”
Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”
Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”
“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”
Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”
Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp
hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting
close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.
“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”
Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.
“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling
to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped
in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic
“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you
and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp
necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead
for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the
leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had
started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom
of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve
known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a
comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive
almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover
He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon
to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she
had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot
spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much
pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became
clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.
Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few
months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp
Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they
had both been controlled by the eidolons.
Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.
“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”
“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”
“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods
living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and
raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept
thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the
giants is over…”
It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.
“Oh,” she said.
Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big
dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy
cursed himself silently.
As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so
little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their
relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture.
He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”
“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may
have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well,
the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods
kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”
Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It
felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other
demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at
once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite
belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make
peace with both sides of their nature.
Mercy had dabbed her eyes, full of tears, all throughout the ceremony, even though she barely knew the couple. They were Pharah’s friends, comrades in Helix, and Pharah had seen this as a good a chance as any to introduce them to the commander’s lovely rumored Swiss girlfriend. But Mercy had cried anyhow. She was more sentimental than Pharah had thought a doctor might be, and she loved her for it.
And there was something that tugged at her, there, as they recited their promises to love each other. Pharah was no stranger to sentimentality herself, though she tried to deny such, and there was something in that promise, in finding love amidst the dirt and the violence, and she looked over at Mercy, a smile coming to her lips without her request.
Fareeha, you have been seeing her less than half a year. Pull yourself together.
Mercy gently intertwined her fingers with Pharah’s as they strolled toward the reception, balloons and brightly colored bows festooning the place.
“I have always been wanting one of the chuppahs with the flowers,” Mercy said, almost to herself, but she blushed when she realized she had said it aloud, “Whenever it happens. Very far from now, I am sure.”
Pharah grinned. Maybe they were both moving too fast, and being foolish, but they were doing it together.
Mercy took a glass of champagne, trying to change the subject. “Do you dance?” She looked at Pharah hopefully.
“Not,” she thought for a moment. She had, of course, been to plenty of gay bars, and whatever passed for dancing on those floors, but not like this, in quiet step with each other, “Not like this.”
“Good,” Mercy gave a giggle, “I cannot either.”
“Would you like to try?” Pharah was getting a bit tired of the way her mouth was flying on its own today. She wanted to blame the champagne, but seeing as she had only held the glass so far, it seemed less reasonable.
Mercy’s eyes glittered. “Oh yes. Very much.”
Pharah set down her glass and extended her hand out to Mercy, leading her to the dance floor. They stumbled clumsily to the music, trying to sway in time to the music, and in time to each other, grace eluding them. But they laughed, foreheads pressed together, and the world began to fade away as Pharah counted the time softly, like she’d seen done in the movies.
Mercy responded to her touch, moving her body in time to Pharah’s, reading the cues of her hands and holding her breath, waiting to match even her inhale.
“No, no, it’s ridiculous James. It’s absolutely ridiculous!”
Lily was ranting again. James had always suspected in the years of knowing her that she loved long speeches or a well put together turn of phrase, but he had never experienced first hand just how much she actually adored them. She would spend hours somedays, pulling together bits of an old radio to listen to speeches from Parliament or Callaghan. And other days, when she could listen to professionals speak, she could go on for hours. James thought she had a mind made for government, he really did. He was convinced that when they finished Hogwarts that spring that she’d either pop off to the Ministry or Parliament, whichever hired her faster.