the way he holds her tight at the end

Kiwi: Part Five

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two // Kiwi: Part Three // Kiwi: Part Four

He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.

He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves. 

He’d never seen her that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself. 

He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.

He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.

She woke up hours later, to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.

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title: i’m so tired (my mind is set on you)

summary: Clarke can’t sleep. Bellamy’s already there. They cuddle but, like, for emotional comfort.

A/N: It’s set before somewhere between 402 and 403 because I was supposed to post this last week but got lazy s m d h

Clarke’s nightmares aren’t what they used to be. Which isn’t to say that they’re any better. They still leave her feeling hollow, wishing she’d never gone to sleep in the first place. They’re just different. Once, she used to dream of the blood on her hands, of the dead screaming in her ear. Now her dreams are sharper. More urgent. She needs to do something. But before she can, she wakes up. And there’s a hole in her chest where they used to be something else, and there’s static in her head where there used to be so much more.

But these days, she’s been waking up to strong arms around her and hard muscle against her back. She should be uncomfortable with how tight Bellamy’s holding her, but she only melts in what she can only describe as relief. The world’s ending, she reminds herself, but he’s still here.

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Love Is Not A Victory March

I’m sorry that this is not a prompt (I promise I haven’t abandoned them) but I had this idea in my mind after yesterday’s episode and I just had to write it. I don’t even know what this is, I’m just an angst addict, so yeah that’s pretty angsty but truly romantic at the end.

Silver heels clicked rhythmically down the brick steps of Pop’s entrance, halo blonde hair swaying in the wind and a sea of Evening Haze satin leaving a trail of feminine elegancy with every determined step she took. At that very moment Betty Cooper looked like a heroine straight out of a John Hughes movie; effortlessly beautiful, politely innocent and a heartbreaking damsel in distress, ready to be swiped off her feet by her lovely prince charming in the form of the misunderstood high school loner. However, reality was far from that. She didn’t need to be saved. This time, it was the misunderstood high school loner that sought salvation, that needed more than ever a heroine that would grab his hand while drowning and pull him to surface again, away from his demons, away from the darkness that seemed to surround his golden soul. Betty could, would, be that heroine for him.

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Just wanted to mention this for the hell of it but..

But the way he’s hugging her in this one..

Like the hand on her shoulder, slightly wary and reluctant.  Looking hurt and confused over why she left. And that look on his face conveying that too. That ‘why did you leave me?’ look is rather heartbreaking and a nice piece of acting there.  She’s got her arms tightly around his neck and he dosen’t know what to do or what to feel at the moment.  

He just knows he loves her and he’s hurt. Vulnerable. And she makes him feel that way. Because she is his everything and he just needs to know why she left him before he can fully let her back in. 

And then book end it with this glorious thing right here..

His hand is on her shoulder again but this time he’s  holding onto her without being wary. Like he dosen’t want to let go now. They are hugging each other the same way but that wariness is gone now and replaced by not wanting to let go.To wrap each other tight and nuzzle the others shoulders. 

I will repeat he dosen’t want to leave her and she dosen’t want him to leave..

They want to stay together a little longer, maybe a lot longer now.  And if she’d asked he would’ve.  It wasn’t quite the time yet but the want was there. 

These 2 hugs, in one epi, were just beautiful. Beautifully displayed and beautifully acted. Different themes and different nuance that were clearly shown.

One was a reunion loaded with pain and hesitation and the other a ‘goodbye for now’  loaded with intense feelings of wanting and needing to stay togetehr. 

And they will not be the last physical contact they. Of that I can virtually guarantee. 

And I literally can’t wait to see the next one cause oh man.

gifs by @hypernovadust)

timelords-detectives-and-hunters  asked:

Okay so I'm in a mood for angst, so (if it hasn't been requested) how about RFA + minor trio reacting to MC saying she had a miscarriage? I love your blog btw k bye

So there were two requests that were very similar so I just merged them.

Hopefully this is angsty enough to your liking.


  • When she got pregnant, Yoosung was ecstatic
  • They moved to a bigger place, made a nursery, prepared Lisa with a toy baby for her to get used to
  • MC was super excited too, but she kept having this horrible feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong
  • And sure enough, it did
  • It started with a mild pain in her abdomen, which then grew into a horrible one, like a knife twisting in her gut
  • MC called for an ambulance, and once she was in the ambulance, despite the EMT’s protests, she called Yoosung
  • As soon as he learned the hospital she was going to, he rushed over
  • By the time he got there, it was already over
  • The baby was gone
  • Once he heard the news he went to MC to cry with her
  • They were so excited and now this… worse, they had a whole room at home dedicated to this baby they weren’t having
  • As soon as MC was out of the hospital, she was in the nursery, removing things and putting them in the closet in that room
  • Then she closed the door and left it closed
  • Lisa seemed suddenly antsy without the doll to cuddle with anymore, but Yoosung respected MC’s wishes to keep it put away to stop the reminders
  • About a year later, Yoosung approached her about wanting to try again, and although she was reluctant, she agreed
  • The next child was healthy, happy, and whole
  • And Lisa loved the little tyke despite the occasional tug of her tail or fur


  • The IV treatment had been a success and they were so excited
  • They got a little preemptive in their planning, though
  • As was evident when, after two months, MC had what appeared to be a period
  • She went to a doctor, who explained that, early enough in a pregnancy, a miscarriage can appear as a period
  • He assured her that she had been pregnant, but now she wasn’t
  • MC told Jaehee that night, they sat on the couch and cried for a little while
  • About a year later, Jaehee started IV treatments and got pregnant
  • They were very happy when this baby came to term and MC was more than happy to stay home and coddle the little tyke


  • A few weeks after Valentine’s Day, MC realized she was late
  • When she told Zen, before even taking a test, he was shocked…. but then remembered it was plausible since they’d had A LOT to drink on Valentine’s and neither remembered using a condom
  • But, it was a happy accident
  • MC was cautious, announcing only to the RFA what was going on, and saying that they shouldn’t take any big steps until around 4-5 months
  • Around 3 ½ months, MC felt something wrong
  • She couldn’t put her finger on it, but…. it felt like the baby wasn’t moving, like she wasn’t pregnant anymore
  • MC went to the doctor and found out that she had miscarried and they needed to preform a removal of the fetal tissue since she wasn’t expelling it herself
  • MC called Zen, but he was in the middle of a rehearsal, so she called Jaehee, asking her to come to the hospital and be her emotional support until Zen could arrive
  • By the time he got the message and rushed over, the procedure was already over
  • Zen held her and they cried, but MC was able to go home soon enough and he took a few days off to be alone with her
  • The second night, they were laying together on the couch, talking, when Zen said that someday, he’d like to try again, because he loved her and would love to see her heavy with his child
  • Neither of them ever really get over the loss, but when they have another happy accident a while later, they’re both much more cautious and have a healthy baby boy
  • MC just can’t help but think to herself, “He’s going to be such a ladykiller, just like his father.”


  • The moment MC had thrown up (morning sickness) he’d forced her to lie down and called the doctor to come check up on her
  • The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, so he asked if it was possible she was pregnant and ended up sending on of the guards to get a pregnancy test
  • After confirming that it was only morning sickness, Jumin was able to take a breath
  • Poor Jaehee, she thought cat projects were bad, now she has to deal with a Jumin’s new obsession with baby projects
  • MC, of course receives the best prenatal care money can buy
  • Two months in, MC feels something wrong and asks for a guard to take her to a doctor
  • When she gets there, she’s started to bleed and is promptly rushed into a bed and given care and testing
  • Once they determine it’s a miscarriage, they assure her she’s fine, give her the care she needs, and because she got there early in the day, they send her home
  • When she gets home, Jumin’s just leaving for the hospital, because he was terrified when he heard she went to the hospital and frustrated that she didn’t call him or say anything
  • She quickly has him take her upstairs so she can explain
  • MC cries when she gives him the news and he holds her, hoping to comfort her
  • He’s broken up too
  • He probably got too excited too fast
  • He’s relieved they hadn’t told anyone outside of close friends and family yet, because that could have been messy with the press and he doesn’t want to put MC through that
  • Jaehee is the next person to know and she immediately offers her sympathies
  • Baby projects die quickly and are replaced with cat projects again
  • It’s not until about six months later that the baby projects start up again and Jaehee knows


  • The moment he heard he was going to be a dad he was simultaneously thrilled and terrified
  • He even did a little dance
  • MC only laughed at his antics
  • Saeyoung read a ton of books on parenting and bad dad-joke books
  • But then they go out for a drive
  • They get rear ended, pushed into another car, and the airbags deployed
  • As far as everyone can tell, the only damage is to the cars
  • Until, that is, MC cries out in pain
  • Her abdomen hurts really badly, and she doesn’t know what’s happening
  • When they get her the hospital and are told what’s happening, Saeyoung blames himself
  • He’s cursed
  • He did this to her
  • But she forces him to stay by her side because she needs him
  • She’s broken up about this too, but she decides that worrying about the baby is a lost cause and she needs to keep Saeyoung from slipping away
  • MC manages pull Saeyoung back and they’re able to grieve together
  • About three years later, MC gives birth to a healthy set of twins


  • First, he thinks of himself as a burden to MC
  • So when he finds out she’s pregnant with his baby, he’s further wracked with guilt because he believes he’s been too selfish with MC, taking too much
  • She ends up convincing him it’s a good thing up until the day that something goes horribly wrong, although neither is sure what
  • A miscarriage is hard for anyone, but V, much like Saeyoung, thinks he’s cursed
  • All of his good intentions are destroyed and his good deeds soured
  • When he tries to tell MC that he’s poison and she needs to move on and find someone better that will make her happier, she starts yelling at him in the hospital room
  • Is he fucking serious?! Trying to break up with her right after she had a miscarriage?! And trying to play it off as he’s being selfless and letting her go?! BULLSHIT!
  • She says that saying that and doing that right now is incredibly selfish and hurtful
  • If he really wants to do what is best by her, get over here and hold her and grieve with her over their lost baby, and if he still wants to break up with her in three months when the grief has lessened a little, then they can break up
  • He apologizes profusely for his behavior, and of course he doesn’t want to break up, so he stays with her like she wants because he wants it too


  • MC was so scared to tell him
  • He’d been pretty clear about his issues with family
  • Not to mention he was still pretty messed up in the head
  • But before MC could tell him, he found the used pregnancy test in the bathroom
  • He confronted her about, more shocked than anything else and she fessed up to it
  • And that she wanted to keep the baby
  • Saeran didn’t say he was against having a baby, he was just scared
  • Being a father was a big prospect
  • But he had almost a year to absorb it
  • Four months in, Saeran was finally coming to terms with being a father
  • He was even starting to look forward to it
  • Then MC woke up in a pool of her own blood
  • He rushed her to the hospital, they were informed that she had miscarried, and gave her the medical attention she needed
  • MC was distraught, but not once did she raise her voice or lash out
  • Instead, she just curled into a ball whenever she could
  • Saeran didn’t know how to comfort her
  • He was upset too, but he knew he wasn’t nearly as broken up about it as she was
  • At some point after her brief stay in the hospital, Saeran was by her bedside and she couldn’t stop crying, but she was trying so hard to be quiet about it
  • Saeran ended up climbing into the bed with her and holding her
  • He knew it always comforted him when she did this, so maybe it work the other way around?
  • She only started crying harder
  • He thought he did something wrong and started to move away when she grabbed tight to him
  • So he just held her and rubbed her back and told her everything was going to be okay
  • At least, he hoped it would


  • …parenthood wouldn’t be his forte
  • I just don’t see him willing having kids
  • So MC having a miscarriage… well she wasn’t exactly sure how to tell him when she found out and….
  • ….well, once she’d miscarried and it was all over, MC didn’t think it was necessary to tell him
  • Of course, bottling stuff like that up never ends well, so MC eventually admits what happened a month or so later, not sure how he’ll react
  • Well, Vanderwood isn’t sure how he should react, either
  • But, he would probably pull MC into a hug and just sit with her in silence, letting her take whatever comfort she needed  

Title: like broken glass
Summary: UA where the final battle between Sasuke and Naruto ends with the latter dead, Sasuke wrestling with the knowledge of his victory, and Sakura’s hope finally crumbling at last.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Rating: M (for semi-graphic violence)
A/N: I had the idea, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to write it because it’s so intensely, intensely angsty. And tragic. LIKE INTENSELY TRAGIC (as in multiple character death). And it’s just not the type of thing that I typically have any desire to write anymore. Anyway, this was intended for ssmonth but I never did get the motivation or desire to really write it out until now. Enjoy?

She felt like she couldn’t breathe when she finally reached the Valley of the End’s shattered grounds. They’d made such a mess of things, having long destroyed the two statues of their ancestors and the great rock walls—but it was the sheer quietness of the scene that unsettled her the most.

There had been hope in her heart when the sounds had subsided on her way to find them, faith that Naruto had finally won Sasuke over to the light again. But when she stood there at the edge of their battle site, feeling cold dread twisting in her stomach, Sakura couldn’t help herself from shaking.

Something was wrong.

Her wide, green eyes scanned the ruined field, searching for any sign of life. Uneasiness settled in more firmly when she found nothing. Hands clenching, she willed herself to keep calm as she resorted to sensing chakra instead.

A faint pulse ahead had her heart skipping a beat. Sakura didn’t waste a moment before sprinting off, the heavy weight of anxiety lifting from her shoulders as she leapt from piece to piece of statue wreckage. It wasn’t until Sasuke appeared in her line of vision that her stomach dropped once more, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t feel the source of another chakra.

She couldn’t feel Naruto.

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Jealous pumpkin. Harry styles imagine

I know it’s very long time that someone request this and I’m so lazy in updating. I’m sorry though. Hope you enjoy

:both are arguing about something stupid and the have sex by anonymous :


I throw my dress on bed as Harry pulling off his tie “are you stupid what were you thinking about?” He shout referring to the time when I was talking with one of his female friends and the models about some fashion thing.
I wasn’t export in fashion but I have my own opinion about the clothes and the sense of fashion that I have was special and I really want him to respect it. But that’s because he was furious and maybe ashamed of me talking about the things I like with some model

“what’s your problem” I shout at him “are you ashamed of me?” I ask him , he laughed an angry laugh “are you crazy? Of course I’m not ashamed of you, I just don’t like it when you argue with some person who doesn’t deserve it, and you just make a joke of yourself there everyone was laughing at you” he said throw his clothes on the chair.

“it wasn’t only me they were laughing at ,your little model friend was there too” I pushed him hard on his chest “no no no don’t start it” he said hold my hand, his eyes are red from madness, I know this is his weakness, however it’s so cruel to use this card against him but I’m so heartbroken and my pride is hurt. I love harry with all of my heart but still I don’t like when he care about his ex-girlfriend

“I know you still have a little crush on your Little cute ex-girlfriend” I tried to free my hand but he doesn’t let me “shut up y/n of course you know I don’t, why you think this low of me?“he looks hurt a moment but other emotions hide it in his eyes. I push him harder with my wrists in his hands "I don’t think low of you ,I knew she’s better ,more beautiful ,taller , with that beautiful body that everybody wants , why you choose me over her?” He hold me tight in his arms “then tell me y/n, why are you thinking this slow of yourself?”
I look everywhere but him. One of his hands run around my waist and the other Cup my face, make me stare in his eyes “tell me y/n why do you think you are less beautiful than her or than anyone ?”
I shake my head trying to push him but he hold me in his arms"I think every part of your body is way better than her or anyone” he said makes me blush in his arms. It’s just like always, out argument will end with his beautiful words, he knows what to tell me or how treat me to make me feel calm.

“your little cute eyes when they are shining of excitement” he kissed my eyes slowly and with passion “or your little nose when it crinkle when you concentrate” he slowly kissed nose “oh god don’t let me talk about her lips” he leaned on and our lips touched each other’s. his hand sneaks around my shoulder and he slowly unhooked my bra, with so passion and need.

We ran out of air but our lips which is still connected. He brushed his hand on my breast before squeezing it make me moan in his mouth. “I love these little breast of yours that are mine and only mine” he said push me on bed while unbuttoned his shirt and pull down his tight pants make me swallow my drool.

I stare at him in lust while he pull out a condom “do you like what you see?” I nod at him scared to open my mouth and moans leaves it.
He smirked before lay on me and pull down my panties “and don’t let me talk about these long legs” he ran his hands everywhere, every part of my body while he makes love to me.

He laid beside me breathless and I was run out of words. He pulled me in his arms “and your heart baby, it’s way more beautiful than any other in this world” he kissed my head as I kiss his chest “I love you harry” I told him while resisting sleep , it was a long night “I love you too little jealous pumpkin” he said before I fall sleep

88. Hold out your hand and close your eyes.

A/N: This is I think the fifth one? Prompt #88.

Word count: 1177


“Just do it, Sweetheart!” he laughs, watching her nervously gaze at him.

“I don’t want to! I’m scared of what you’ll do!” she protests, shaking her hands out as she took a slow breath.

“I won’t do anything bad,” he says, his smile leaving her breathless for just a second. Shouldn’t it be a sin to have such a perfect smile?

“Show me your hands,” she commands, watching as he held them up for her to examine. “Sam? Your hands.”

Sam, who had been quietly observing, raises his eyebrow.

“What makes you think I’m in on whatever this is?” Sam asks, looking wounded that she would think that he would take part.

“It’s probably because I switched out your coffee for decaf and you guys finally realized it and now you two want to get back at me,” she returns, watching his head cock to the side a little.

“You what?” Dean shouts, and she nervously grins at him. Maybe they hadn’t caught onto that…?

“Okay, so it’s not for that. Let me see your hands, Sam, and I’ll do it,” she bargains, looking between the two of them.

Sam flashes his hands, and she sees something move in his sleeve.

“I knew it!” she screeches, backing away from him. “What is it? I won’t let you do it unless you tell me what that was.”

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Dean says, grinning even wider. “You said you’d do it. Trust me, it won’t be anything bad.”

“But whatever it was, it was fuzzy,” she pouts, making a face at him. “It could be a tarantula or something gross.”

“It’s not gross, and it can’t hurt you,” Sam says soothingly, and she reluctantly sticks her hands out.

“Close your eyes,” Dean tells her, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot before finally closing them. “There we go. Now don’t drop it, okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as she felt a tiny weight being placed in her hands. “Ew it’s fuzzy! It’s fuzzy!”

She feels hands underneath hers, and she very seriously considers dropping this thing into the hands and running for the hills.

Then she feels it nibbling on her thumb.

“It’s trying to eat me! Take it away! Take it away!” she shrieks, turning her face away so that even if she did open her eyes she wouldn’t have to see whatever it was.

“Just open your eyes and stop whining,” Dean says, and she whimpers as she opens her eyes, taking a quick peek to the brown mass in her hands before looking away once more.

“I swear if this is a giant ass spider I’m going to punch both of you in the dick,” she says, feeling the thing move slightly.

“You’re freaking out but you haven’t even looked yet,” Sam says in a playful tone, and she finally turns her face to look at the thing.

In her hands is a baby bunny, small, brown, and fuzzy.

“Oh!” she cries, lifting the thing closer to her face. “It’s so cute!”

“See? All that worrying for nothing,” Sam says, taking a step back from her. So it had been his hands under hers. She knew they weren’t Dean’s. They felt too big.

“It’s just…” she trails off, pressing the small creature to her cheek. “Dean?”

“I found it a little while ago and thought you might like it,” he says with a barely-there tint to his cheeks.

“Oh, it’s just so cute,” she repeats, looking into tiny beady eyes and the nose that wiggled so adorably.

“Okay, one more time,” Dean says, and she looks up to him quickly. “Give Sam the bunny and close your eyes.”

“I thought this was the present,” she says in a cautious voice as Sam took the baby bunny from her hands.

“That was to make you trust that I’m not going to put a bug in your hands,” he says with a knowing grin.

“Well, now that you’ve got my guard down, that would be the perfect time to put a bug in my hands,” she protests.

“Just close your eyes and hold out your damn hand,” Dean snaps grumpily.

She makes a face and does as he says, flinching when something cold is pressed into her hand. She feels Dean close her hand around the object, and when she look at him, his hand is still around hers.

“Dean?” she has a feeling that she might know what the object is, but she always thought that he would be more romantic about this.

“It’s not an engagement ring,” he says seriously, his green eyes holding hers.

“Oh,” she whispers, trying not to sound disappointed.

“But it’s an engagement ring,” he says quickly, and she looks to him curiously.

“Oh?” is all she can whisper. He hasn’t let her hand go yet so she can see what she’s dealing with.

“Dean, just let her look at it,” Sam says gently, holding the baby bunny in one big hand while watching his brother.

Dean’s eyes hold hers as he slowly releases her hand, letting her open her hand that had been clamped around the ring.

The coloring of it is not what a usual engagement ring looked like, and when she looks closely, she understands.

“You’re all about practicality and… I just thought that this was more practical than some flashy gold thing,” he explains softly. “It’s made of silver and iron, and there’s a little band of brass in there too, I think. And I got Bobby to etch an anti-possession sign on the inside.”

“Dean, I…” she’s speechless, staring at the mottled looking metal band.

“Like I said, it’s not an engagement ring but… It’s an engagement ring?” his voice pitches up slightly at the end like a question.

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” she whispers, holding the ring tightly in her hand.

“Yeah?” he returns, unsure. She wasn’t exactly giving him the reaction he had expected.

“Oh my God,” she groans, throwing her arms around his neck. “Yes. You don’t even have to ask.”

He hugs her close, grinning as she pulled back to kiss him before slipping the ring onto her finger.

“It’s a good fit,” she smiles at him. “Tight, so it won’t fall off.”

“Told you,” Sam mutters, and she looks to the taller Winchester with a question in her eyes. “He didn’t think you’d like it.”

“Of course I love it,” she nods, smiling happily to Dean. “God, a bunny and a ring. Best day of my life.”

“I love you, Sweetheart,” he murmurs gently, lifting her hand to kiss the ring she’s just put on.

“I love you too,” she returns, holding his cheeks to kiss him softly.

“Get a room,” Sam looks away, and she grins as she pulls away.

“Give me Doom,” she says, holding her hands out, and she watches his brows crinkle. “The rabbit. His name is Doom.”

Dean laughs loudly, his face splitting into a grin.

“God, I knew there’s a reason I love you.”

Shadowhunters Fanfic: Stamina

(Based on a prompt by @discarded-arc-reactor thank you! This will be multi chapter I’ll try and update soon I hope you like it!)

“Alec, are you listening?”

The shadowhunter blinked his tired eyes and turned back to an impatient Raj who was going over forms for all the casualties from the last attack on the institute.

“Yeah, I’ll sort them out, just leave them on my desk.”

The man didn’t move though, he just opened his mouth as if he were about to start talking without ever getting any words out. Alec growled.

“Spit it out.”

Raj swallowed and shuffled some of his papers nervously.

“Sorry, you just…someone has to call the families of the deceased.”

Alec sighed. He was the head of the institute, it would have to be him. But by the angel, he would give anything to not have to do this.

His voice was softer this time, as he massaged the back of his neck, trying to loosen his overly tense muscles.

“I’ll do it. Leave me the list of names and I’ll go see them all myself.”

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A/N: post 3x19

It was different the next morning. There was no way he could pretend that it wasn’t. The day was quickly approaching. Everyone was getting restless. They had key information now, something they could use other than just a strategy to make him faster, but it still didn’t guarantee anything.

Barry blindly refused to believe she was going to die, despite what he’d seen in the future. But Iris, with her talk of him taking care of Joe and Wally, the way she got lost in herself and tended whenever Caitlin was mentioned, he could see it was getting to her. It was eating her a lot.

That tick-tock tick-tock going off in her head made her restless and completely replaced any trace of a smile on her face. Barry couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her smile.

“Hey, Iris?” He whispered as she lay in bed beside him.

She stirred, but only slightly, and a heavy sigh passed through her lips when he laid his hand on her shoulder.

“What is it, Barry?” She asked, her voice drowsy and thick with sleep.

But he hadn’t just roused her with sleep. He’d brought her back to reality and it exhausted her. It made his heart ache.

“C'mere,” he requested.

She obliged and turned to face him, pulling her arms up to her chin to warm herself as she snuggled into his chest. Barry pulled the blankets up past her shoulder when he saw her shiver.

“You cold?” He asked, but she shook her head and twisted her legs between his. He felt her cold toes.

“You’re warm,” she said in response.

Still, he wrapped his arm around her beneath the blankets.

He waited a full minute, long enough to not seem hasty but not so long that she’d fall asleep again.

“We should do something,” he said.

“Like what?” She yawned, not pointing out it was the middle of the night.

“I dunno.” He pressed his face into her hair. “Something fun and relaxing that can make us forget. Something besides sleep.”

Her weary sigh made his heart ache.

“We have too much to do, Barry. We can’t afford to do something fun. We have to keep…” she sighed again. “…working.”

He paused, thinking.

“Iris, when I went to the future, it was dark and hopeless.”

He felt her tense, so he began to rub slow circles on her back to soothe her.

“Things were looking up when I left, but there was one piece of advice my older self kept saying, and I think I need to take it. WE need to take it.”

There was some silence on her end. He was almost afraid to breathe.

But then Iris lifted her head and scooted back enough to look him in the eye.

“What’s that?” She asked, curious, genuine, and open to anything in a way she hadn’t been in a while.

“To make as many good memories with you as I can, and hold onto them tight in case…”

Iris swallowed hard and her eyes shone with fear. Barry didn’t finish the sentence.

“To make good memories,” he said again, stopping there.

He dragged his hand beneath the covers up to her arm and glided it up and down gently.

“I don’t think we should stop living just because we’re trying to find a way to change the future.”

Iris’s lips parted. It was clear she wanted to argue his point. They hadn’t stopped living. But she knew he’d observed that they had, and she couldn’t deny it.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you smile,” he said sadly, and she had to look away.

“It’s hard to smile, Barry,” she finally said. “Knowing what’s coming.” She met his gaze again. “And you telling me you’re going to save me, it doesn’t…it can’t…”

“I know,” he said. Now was not the time to convince her the future was going to change.

“But…” He found her hand with his fingers and clasped the engagement ring on her finger. “Remember we’re engaged,” he said, then nuzzled close. “Remember I love you.”

She sighed contentedly.

“I love you, too, Bear,” she sighed contentedly, no more than a breath between them.

“Will you try to smile for me then? Starting tomorrow, will you try to find something to be happy about? Even if it isn’t me.”

Iris opened her eyes and looked at him, then traced the curves of his face and smiled softly.

“I’ll try,” she said.

That was enough for tonight.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: In Tears

2k words, G rated

Scorpius is completely lost in a world where Rose doesn’t exist, Albus is forbidden from talking to him, and his mum is still dead. The only place he can go to escape is the Manor, like that’ll be any help at all. 

This is a fill-in scene, based on Draco’s line: ‘my son is in tears, and I am his father, so I’m here to ask why you would keep apart two good friends’. I honestly can’t explain why I’ve never written this before, but here it finally is! 

The final inspiration to write this came from me rediscovering this great bit of art by @captbexx.

Thanks to @abradystrix for being a wonderfully pedantic beta, and for helping me figure out That One Paragraph, all while battling dodgy internet signal. A true hero. 

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Map of You -- an Ichabbie Ficlet

This is for @sleepymr and @noisywastelandphilosopher for various reasons. I’m sorry but my ability to write has been completely hampered and my ability to write all out smut has been destroyed. But have a fic in which I stole the title from one of my old fics in another fandom. Before that, it was a name of a font. 

She stared at him as he slept, memorizing every inch of his naked body. Since they had become lovers, Abbie noticed him doing the same to her, in the early morning hours when he thought she was not yet awake. He’d be propped up on an elbow, devouring her with his eyes as pale rays of sunlight danced through the window and over her skin. But his memory was so much better than hers. She had to concentrate in order to form an exact image of him in her mind… in order to make a map of him and all his contours and landmarks.

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just my fave disjointed snippets of percabeth in house of hades...

Annabeth’s only comfort was Percy. Every so often he would glance over and smile, or squeeze her hand. He had to be just as scared and miserable as she was, and she loved him for trying to make her feel better.

Her legs wobbled so badly, Percy cursed himself for not calling a rest earlier.  They sat together on a ledge next to a roaring fiery waterfall. Percy put his arm around Annabeth, and she leaned against him, shaking from exhaustion.  

At least he had Annabeth. They would find a way out of Tartarus. They had to. He didn’t think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: Annabeth and he were supposed to be together. They hadn’t survived so much just to get killed now.  "Things could’ve been worse,“ Percy didn’t see how, but he tried to sound upbeat.  Annabeth snuggled against him. Her hair smelled of smoke, and if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were at the campfire at Camp Half-Blood.

Whenever Percy felt like giving up, he reached over and took Annabeth’s hand, just to remember there was warmth in the world.  He tried to think of good things to keep his spirits up—the lake at Camp Half-Blood, the time he’d kissed Annabeth underwater. He tried to imagine the two of them in New Rome together, walking through the hills and holding hands. Annabeth laced her fingers through his. In the light of his bronze sword, her face was so beautiful.  "We’re together,” she reminded him. “We’ll get through this.”  He’d been so worried about lifting her spirits, and here she was reassuring him.  "Yeah,“ he agreed. "Piece of cake." 

She’d lost track of how long she and Percy had been falling—hours? A day? It felt like an eternity. They had been holding hands ever since they dropped into the chasm. Now Percy pulled her close, hugging her tight as they tumbled through absolute darkness.  Annabeth wrapped her arms around Percy and tried not to sob. She’d never expected her life to be easy. Most demigods died young at the hands of terrible monsters. That was the way it had been since ancient times. The Greeks invented tragedy. They knew the great heroes didn’t get happy endings.  Still, this wasn’t fair. [..] Just when she’d succeeded, when things had been looking up and she’d been reunited with Percy, they had plunged to their deaths.  Even the gods couldn’t devise a fate so twisted. […] Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. "I love you.”  She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words. 

He wove between the trees, leading Annabeth at a full sprint despite her blindness. Percy realized how much she trusted him to get her out of this.

Now Percy was in Tartarus, dying form gorgon’s blood plus a dozen another agonizing curses, while he watched his girlfriend stumble around, helpless and blind and believing she’d abandoned her. He clutched his sword. His skin started to steam. White smoke curled off his forearms. I won’t die like this, he thought.  Not only because it was painful and insultingly lame, but because Annabeth needed him. Once he was dead, the demons would turn their attention to her. He couldn’t leave her alone.

She saw Percy, and series of expressions flashed across her face—relief, joy, shock, and horror. “What’s wrong with him?” she cried. “What happened?” She cradled his shoulders and wept into his scalp.  Percy wanted to tell her it was okay, but of course it wasn’t. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore.  Annabeth took his face in her hands. She kissed him and tried to wipe the dust and sweat from his eyes.

“My friend is dying. Can you cure him or not?” Her voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn’t cover it. They’d been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her—a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.

“Annabeth!” Percy pulled her back just as her foot hit the edge of a drop-off. She almost pitched forward into who-knew-what, but Percy grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay,” he promised. She pressed her face into his shirt and kept her eyes closed tight. She was trembling, but not just from fear. Percy’s embrace was so warm and comforting she wanted to stay there forever safe and protected…but that wasn’t reality. She couldn’t afford to relax. She couldn’t lean on Percy any more than she had to. He needed her, too.

The cement settled in Percy’s stomach. He had always suspected how this would end. He would have to stay behind. […] Percy would hold the elevator button and make sure Annabeth got to safety.  Somehow, he had to convince her to go without him. As long as she was safe and the Doors disappeared, he could die knowing he’d done something right. “Percy…?” Annabeth stared at him, a suspicious edge in her voice.  She was too smart. If he met her eyes, she would see exactly what he was thinking.

“Get in the elevator. I’ll hold the button.“  "Yeah, right!” She smacked a carnivorous horse in the snout with the butt of her sword and sent the monster stampeding through the crowd. “You promised me, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated. Ever again!” “You’re impossible!” “Love you too!”

For years, he had worried about Annabeth dying. When you’re a demigod that goes with the territory. Most half-bloods don’t live long. You always knew the next monster you fought could be your last. But seeing Annabeth like this was too painful. He’d rather stand in the River Phlegethon, or get attacked my aria, or be trampled by giants.

She decided she’d rather die in some less memorable way–maybe falling down the stairs, or going peacefully in her sleep at the age eighty, after a nice quiet life with Percy. Yes, that sounded good.

Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy.  So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving. Percy was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.  

"Percy, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.” He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?”  He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep." 

“Maybe a little sleep,” she agreed. Bob scooped her up like a rag doll. She didn’t protest. He set her next to Percy on the giant’s bed, and she closed her eyes. Annabeth woke staring at the shadows dancing across the hut’s ceiling. She hadn’t had a single dream. That was so unusual, she wasn’t sure if she’d actually woken up. As she lay there, Percy snoring next to her and Small Bob purring on her belly […] Percy sat bolt upright. “What? What—where—what?” “It’s okay.” Annabeth took his arm. When he registered that they were together in a giant’s bed with a skeleton cat, he looked more confused than ever. 

She hugged Percy tighter and kissed him. "Tell me about New Rome,” she demanded. “What were your plans for us?”  "New Rome…for us…“  "Yeah, Seaweed Brain. You said we could have a future there! Tell me!” Annabeth had never wanted to leave Camp Half-Blood. It was the only real home she’d ever known. But days ago, on the Argo II, Percy had told her that he imagined a future for the two of them among the Roman demigods. In their city of New Rome, veterans of the legion could settle down safely, go to college, get married, even have kids.  "Architecture,“ Percy murmured. The fog started to clear from his eyes. 

"But next time,” she said, “I want to go somewhere different on a date.”  "Paris was nice,“ he recalled.  She managed a smile. Months ago, before Percy got amnesia; they’d had dinner in Paris one night, compliments of Hermes. That seemed like another lifetime.  "I’d settle for New Rome,” she offered. “As long as you’re there with me.” Man, Annabeth was awesome. For a moment, Percy actually remembered what it was like to feel happy. He had an amazing girlfriend. They could have a future together.

[…]Percy felt as hopeless as the spirits in the River Cocytus. So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating, bubbling under the surface. Percy was no more than a minor annoyance to these immortal beings. They just had to outwait him. Someday, Percy’s sons or daughters might have to face them all over again. Sons and daughters. The thought jarred him. As quickly as hopelessness had overtaken him, it disappeared. He glanced at Annabeth. She still looked like a misty corpse, but he imagined her true appearanceher gray eyes full of determination, her blond hair pulled back in a bandana, her face weary and streaked with grime, but as beautiful as ever. […] There was still hope. He and Annabeth had come this far. The Doors of Death were almost within reach. Sons and daughters. A ridiculous thought. An awesome thought. Right there in the middle of Tartarus, Percy grinned.

You’re not dying on me, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth said. “Remember? Never separated again. And after we get home…”  "What?“ Percy asked.  She kissed him. "Ask me again, once we defeat Gaea.”  He smiled, happy to have something to look forward to. “Whatever you say.”


Pairings- Clint Barton x Reader

Requested by anon-  Could you please write a Clint Barton x reader where the reader is a new avenger and archer like clint and doesn’t talk to the Avengers and keeps to themselves and clint finds them shooting arrows and they grow close xx

Bear with me, I haven’t ever written Clint before. Plus this GIF is adorable. And also the one with the cat. The cat one is not relevant at all to the story. I just like that GIF.

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“Strange to think,” Ahsoka said, her soft voice hardly competing with the hum of sublight engines, “that for as long and as hard as we fought in the war, we had no idea what would come next.”

The stars, forming twinkling patterns he’d already categorized into constellations of his own, had been Rex’s calming view for the longest time. But now he shifted his focus to the Togruta using his chest as a pillow. “Where did that come from?”

“Just… thinking. It’s been an entire decade of the Empire, it’s been a long fight for some of us. And we’ve lost so many along the way.”

“Casualties happen,” he said, his arm circling her to hold her tight. “But it seems that those with the Force tend to outlast everyone else. I don’t doubt one day you’ll live to see the end of the Empire, too.”

“Only if you’re there to see it with me.”

Against The Wall

Prompt:  an Elijah smut w 74 & 80 from the dialogue list where he takes her against the wall & just super kinky pls. love you and you’re writing 💘

Pairing: Elijah x  Reader

Warning: Wall sex.

Word Count: 570

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The Enchantment Alternative

Chapter Eleven: A New Focus

Previous Chapter: Chapter Ten: A New Agreement

Despite the fact that Amy was largely not touching the man who she loved with all of her heart, she was happier than she had been in… well, ever.  She caught his fond smiles and returned them with her own.  They shared nearly all of their meals; cooking together in his kitchen.  They sometimes stayed up way too late talking about everything.  Amy’s heart swelled when Sheldon wished her a good night every night before she went back into her shed to sleep where she would often dream of him.

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4Chips - Requested

Requested by anon:  Hi!can u make a one shot with Sherlock where he finds out she self harm(he couldn’t deduce it&they’re together)&he takes her out 4chips like in the lying detective&twalk around London &shows her that she doesn’t need to do this with lots of fluff?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,120

Warnings: Cutting - mentions of blood, pain and depression.

A/N: This was such a release to write…


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Sherlock was out on a case; (Y/N) calculated he would be away for at least three more hours. She had no idea what the case was about, or who ended up being the criminal, and she didn’t care at all. She needed to do it.

That day had been rough, and she was feeling less than nothing. Sherlock was far too focused on his case and ignored her, as usual. Not that she expected much from him, they had only been together for a month and Sherlock wasn’t precisely affective. But sometimes one just needs a little bit of attention.

He was a know-it-all. From the instant they met, Sherlock deduced everything about her… Almost everything about her. He always missed a detail and the one he missed on her was one of the most important part of her life, whether she liked it or not.

Hiding the scars wasn’t hard. London was a place so cold it wasn’t weird to wear sweaters and multiple layers of clothing; also, Sherlock hadn’t tried to get intimate with her, maybe his disgust for other humans or the fact that, for a whole month, he had gotten a case right after the other.

She locked herself in the bathroom, taking off all of her clothes and the small razor blade she carried in her makeup bag. Nobody had ever noticed it, she could’ve worn it as a necklace and everyone would’ve thought it was a fashion statement but it was more than that.

Her inner pain was far too hard to bear, and needed to be opaque against something else. Physical pain, yes, that was her only way out. When the brain is too focused on the outside, it forgets about the inside.

Her tears ran a second after her fingers grabbed the blade. She knew it was wrong, she knew she had to stop, but she lived in a world where no one noticed how much she ached; no one noticed her suffering, her fear… Not even the Great Sherlock Holmes, who everyone thought of a master mind, someone who no one could keep a secret from him.

“Ha-ha” (Y/N) whispered at the thought, she had hidden something from him and she hadn’t been discovered.

The cold blade ripped her skin as she moved it swiftly over her thighs. The burn gave her a sweet release, something no therapy could, but she was insatiable. She needed more than one cut to forget about his inner pain for the rest of the week. Hence, she made another one, and another one, and another one until the bathroom floor had small droplets of blood.

She stayed there, observing the red liquid running down her shivering skin. It was warm, and dark… When people thought of red liquids to forget, they usually think of wine, but this… This was more intoxicating than any wine.

She was too mesmerized by it, and so she didn’t hear when Sherlock arrived two and a half hours earlier. If she had only known that the criminal wore too many fluorescent colours to sneak in the darkness… It was harder to cut a cake than to trap him.

Sherlock noticed the locked door before even touching it. He knew (Y/N) was there, he had asked her to wait for him because Watson insisted that he owed her a date. But she was quiet, only a soft sob could be heard from afar, almost like a whisper and Sherlock – aware of the many death threats he and his friends received daily – couldn’t think of something else but to drop to the floor and try to see something from the little separation from the door to the floor.

He didn’t have a clear view, but he saw the droplets of blood as well as her bare feet next to them. Judging by her position, she was leaning over the toilet, like she had fainted, and so Sherlock panicked. He opened the door with a kick and revealed (Y/N), wearing only her underwear, with a blade in hand and with dry blood all over her legs, arms and belly.

“What did you do?” He whispered, falling to his knees.

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we call this chapter ‘fluff and foreshadowing’ ao3 link.

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4. Close To

In the weeks that had passed since their fight, things had returned more-or-less to normal for Liam and Sara. Too normal, almost, if you asked Liam: the events that had shaped the first six months or so of their relationship had, after all, been anything but ordinary. Even though he was struggling with the change in pace, he knew that Sara had it worse. While she seemed less restless lately, more inclined towards the amused smiles and quick wit of the Sara he had first fallen in love with, her easy joviality was confined solely to her waking hours. Sara had never been a quiet sleeper, but she whimpered more in the middle of the night these days. Tossed and turned. Stole the blankets.

It was one such night that Liam awoke with a jolt, feeling the cool air of their room on his bare chest, and Sara curled at the edge of the mattress, twisted in the covers. She was talking to herself, her words quieter than a murmur. Liam wished he could make them out; wondered if it would help him decipher what haunted her dreams. When she started thrashing her legs, almost propelling herself off the edge of the bed, Liam instinctively reached out with one arm to shake her. “Sara, Sara,” he whispered, “wake up." 

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