there's no words to explain how much i love this man

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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anonymous asked:

Would you do another thing with Daja? Or maybe Lark or Rosethorn. Because I'm currently questioning and I envy the easy acceptance of their gayness/bisexuality. There's no way in hell my family would be okay with me not being straight so yeah, I'd kinda like to live vicariously through them for a bit sorry for asking.

don’t ever be sorry for asking kindly for things, nonny. this one’s all yours.

when they come home from namorn, a lot of things happen—

little bear comes running and cleans all their faces while briar complains about his manly pride and nice clothes (he gives the old pup a belly rub later, when no one but daja can see him go soft and tired, because he knows she will not taunt or comfort, just stand). 

glaki comes pounding out of discipline cottage, wraps around tris like the vegetable garden is twining around briar, the way evvy is pretending she doesn’t want to, and tris pets glaki’s hair and tries not to remember how much she has grown without her.

sandry will step back into her uncle’s court the next day, and she will be sure, suddenly more sure than she’d been the whole ride back, that she had made the right decision. the citadel will smell like sealing wax and old stone and dried ink. when she steps into her uncle’s study, there will be a mantle of responsibility returned to her shoulders that is just the right weight, that is just what she wants. her uncle will look up from his letters and the light of pride in his eyes will be better than all the riches and legacy of the inheritance that she signed away to a good man. 

for now, though: “i thought the snow might give your roots frostbite,” evvy sniffs at briar. 

“doubting my training,” rosethorn warns. “i taught my boy better than that." 

it’s when rosethorn hugs briar that evvy breaks down and squeezes him tight around the ribs. briar presses one cheek into evvy’s kerchief, tangles a hand in rosethorn’s habit and doesn’t let go until he knows he can grin like he can’t smell woodsmoke on even this peaceful air. 

while glaki chases chime around the yard, tris watching like the fond sister she pretends she’s not, while briar teases evvy and sandry buries her face in the sensible cotton smell of lark, daja slips out the garden gate. 

daja climbs over the flat walks of winding circle until she finds frostpine’s forge, its little bedroom tucked above it, the sharp scents of the metals and the rounded undertone of coal and wood. she wishes everything else were so easy to distinguish by smell as copper and tin, gold and iron. 

his hug is bone-crushing, acrid, and his eyes are clever and dark when he pulls back and looks at her. frostpine gives her a spare apron of his that she’s almost big enough to wear now and a hammer that’s swimming with his magics and they strike metal, shape and sweat in silence until the day is over. daja makes hinges and crafts sigils for some heavy lock boxes that she’s sure even briar would have trouble breaking into. she makes a bucketful of nails, for old times’ sake. 

they forsake the warmth of the baths, after, and go plunge into the sea instead, like they’re hot steel they want to quench. daja’s not sure she’s the right temperature for this, the right hue of glowing red. what if it makes her brittle, not strong? what if her ore was poor quality in the first place? a trader turned lugsha, who weaseled her way back in; a woman who loves beautiful women and then leaves them. 

frostpine gets the story out of her, because he is safe the way she has known few men to ever be, because there are few people more patient in silence than she is but he is one. daja has never had a broken heart before, and she has never been one for many words, but she tries to explain. 

sandry will try to help—she will take daja out riding, keep her moving, because that is how sandry outruns her griefs, always has. she pours her heart into other things, other work. 

tris will give her books to read, because they give you a way out to better things, because they give you something to put between your face and a world that’s not interested in looking at you right. 

briar will take her out to meet pretty young women, like delicate flowers, and daja will feel sooty no matter how well she scrubs her smiths’ hands clean. 

but frostpine listens quietly. he asks her if she can smell the little bits of metal in the waves, the buried treasure far offshore. “your nose has gotten better,” he says. “i’m sorry about rizu.” they dry off, then soak in the communal baths after all, and then he walks her back to discipline. he kisses her on the forehead, warm hands on her cheeks, bristling beard ticking her nose, and says, “you might want to talk to your foster mothers.” 

"you know, rosie broke my heart once,” lark says companionably, when daja does ask, shyly, over tea and honey and milk. rosethorn blushes furiously and daja stares. lark starts to tell a story and rosethorn stomps off to find a stronger tea. 

they tell daja stories of lark the young acrobat, who fell in love with every pretty girl who came to her shows and didn’t kiss one. it’s late and they are all sleepy, guards down, when rosethorn talks about the first boy she loved, haystacks and very young promises, angry fathers. lark was the fourth woman rosethorn decided to love, and the other three names roll off rosethorn’s tongue, easy. daja listens hard for something like sorrow, like regret, and doesn’t hear it. 

“we are a lot more than the places we have decided to lay down bits of our heart,” says lark, “or the people we have offered to give our hearts to. but that’s one part of you all the same: who and what and how you love. i know it hurts right now, chickadee, but you loved her and she loved you. that matters, no matter if it lasts. living, you get bruises. you get strong muscles and bones that don’t heal right. you get so many homes and broken hearts. you live in all those places and you don’t always get to choose which ones to keep.”

“you’re a hardy one,” says rosethorn. “you’ll outlive it.”

“what rosie means is: we love you, and we’re here if you need it.”

after, daja climbs up to the thatched roof where they watched clouds get born as children. the sun is rising. she has her heavy brass-tipped staff and her own smallest chisel. she wants to carve something into the metal here, into the life’s story written out in the circling design. it might be rizu’s name. it might be her own. 

A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3 

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.

Defender.

Of.

Justice.

Out.

-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”

“Jumin-“

I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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anonymous asked:

how would the chocobros react to seeing their and their s/o's baby all grown up who time traveled back to save their parents from dying? like the bros know it's their baby but are confused bc there's the baby version of them and the grown version existing in the same time. maybe some angst and cute family fluff? ❤

Ohoho I see we have a Fire Emblem fan in the house ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (or I could just be way off base here and now I look dumb ok I’ll stop now)

Ever since I played that game I’m not gunna lie, that trope has become delicious. (Delicious? Should I have used that word there? Does that make me weird? ok I’ll stop again thnx)

Okay, first: I took some liberties. I set this during the game’s timeline, so their hypothetical child isn’t born yet. Second, as I was writing this, I began with Noctis (because I always begin with Noctis lololol) and it got to be so long that I thought it would be a bit much to include all the bros. So, with that said, I’ll only be posting him atm. However, if you guys want this done with the other three then do let me know! Otherwise, I’ll probably stop it here. Sorry about that!

Now on to the writing!

—Leigh

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Noctis

When you meet her it’s at Hammerhead, just after you step outside of the diner, following behind the guys. You got the phone call from Prompto.

Noctis is awake. And he’ll be here soon.

When the guys finally part from the circle they had created, full of laughter and smiles, you see the man you had fallen in love with so long ago, and all you can think is that, he’s here. He’s here and awake and alive and you can’t contain the tears that are spilling from your eyes no matter how many times you wipe them away.

Noctis,” you choke out as you step forward, unstable as a newborn calf. The bright fluorescent stadium lights ensconcing Hammerhead illuminate him in a harsh glow. You see his unkempt and overgrown hair hang low in front of his eyes. You see the dirt on his rugged face, layered with facial hair you had never known him to have. You see the way his jawline has filled out, his eyes have sunken in, and what the burden of ten years has done with the boy you once knew.

It’s turned him into a king.

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Unplanned Pt 1

So This is actually an old idea, but I wasn’t sure how it would all play out until I got a stroke of genius. So enjoy! Part 2 should be up sometime soon. 

This is set in the Movie Logan timeline. 


Living in the compound wasn’t so bad. We had everything we needed, or so I thought. It all started six months ago. I woke up from a haze, I was dizzy and couldn’t even let a thought pass through my head without the world spinning out on me. My husband sighed as I left the bed as he just fell asleep, I got up trying to reach the bathroom. I fell immediately, scraping the palms of my hands and kneecaps. The sting was enough to make me hiss and groan. Logan heard me the got up out of obligation. He bent down and picked me up, I listened to his struggled breathing as we walked to the tub, he set me on the rim and pulled out a rag and some whisky, we really needed to go shopping soon. My head was still fuzzy, all the pain from him dabbing the alcohol on the wounds was terrible to put it simply. “So what happened?” He coughed. I Opened my eyes as much as I could, looking down at him helping me clean the cuts. “I woke up dizzy, I tried to get up to the bathroom so I could take something but ended up falling.” I held my head to my palm for support. “You could’ve asked me to get up y’know.” He sighed, putting the bottle to the rag again, pressing the liquid to the open cuts. “I wasn’t about to do that, you just got home babe. Honestly, waking you up is always the last thing on my mind.” I say, now rubbing circles on the temples of my head. He put the cap back on the bottle and put the towel away, he then goes to the mirror and opens the door to what we called a medicine cabinet which was an understatement, he pulled out an almost empty bottle of aspirin and gave me one pill. “God, we really need to go stock up Logan, Its been over a month.” I remarked taking the pill from him. “You don’t think I know that (Y/N)?” He replied closing the cabinet and sighing, and walking over with a glass of water. Handing the cup to me, I quickly took the little bit of medicine and drank the entire glass, which was even strange for me. I looked at him with an apologetic look. He worked so hard to give us what we already had, not to mention not just having to provide for me, but an ailing Charles, and Caliban. “Your head back to normal?” He asked now standing in the door way. I shifted my eyes to him, I nodded. “Good, I’m headin’ back to bed babe, don’t be long if you can help it.”  I nodded again. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Gosh four months, four long agonizing months I’ve had to lie to him. I stood up slowly and closed the door. The long baggy worn shirt that covered me had definitely seen better days. I lifted the shirt just enough to see the little bulge that was growing in my mid-section. I ran a hand delicately over the bump, feeling a nudge agent my palm. I smiled. Sighing I washed up an went back to the bed, seeing Logan passed out again. I carefully snuggled between his arms and chest before resting there. I observed his face for the billionth time, he changed so much, so many scars, so much gray hair, so much lost time. I ran my hand across one of the few scars on his aged face. “If only you knew what was coming.” I whispered, tucking myself further into his grasp.


The night had fallen over the building, Caliban was already up washing clothes and cooking food for Logan. I was now dressed and helping him with whatever he’d let me. I walked over to the sink, and started washing dishes. Caliban glanced over, not saying a word. “It’s really annoying when you stare at me Caliban, just ask me what you want too.” I said placing cups into the sink full of water. “Have you told him yet?” I dropped a cup on the floor, no one knew. I turned around panicking. “How did you know?!” I said giving him a deadpanned look. He looked away, feeling ashamed. “Y-Your, Clothes are getting tighter, in certain areas. I would say you’er gaining weight, but theres no why with how little you eat.” He stated, now picking up a broom to sweep up the broken glass. I took a seat at the table, hands in my hair, and tears running down my cheeks. “I knew I couldn’t keep it away from him forever, but, I can’t… I can’t.” The dam burst, tears flowed like a waterfall. Caliban dropped the broom and came over, hesitantly putting a hand to my shoulder. “Look, I’m not one for giving advice, heck my marriage failed way before I came out here. But if my wife had told me she was having a child, bad circumstances or not.” I lifted my head from my hands, my eyes were red, there was no playing that off if Logan walked in. “I know, I want to tell him so badly, it hurts keeping this from him.” I explained putting a hand to my bump. “But he works so hard Caliban, for everyone, he works nonstop, seven days a week, he only gets five hours of sleep everyday. I can’t stress him out anymore. But this, I can’t stop this either.” I stated tearing up again. “I understand that, but you need to at least try.” After that Caliban walked off to finish more work around the compound. I just sat there, thinking over what had just happened, he was right, but how could I possibly tell him, we have next to no food, no money, no clothes. But. The joy it would bring us, it would fix him, make him happy, so so happy. Heavy foot steps came down the stairs, followed by an exhausted groan. I went over to the sink again finishing the load of dishes I had started. “Coffee ready babe?” He asked, his voice still waking up. My heart began to race. “No, I’ll go ahead and make some, I’m definitely gonna need some tonight too.” “You got Charles tonight right?” He questioned. “Yeah I do. It’s going to be a long night for everyone Logan.” I replied rushing passed him to get the coffee pot. He was silent as always, but I knew he was looking at me, I scrunched up my face, getting ready for the eventual question. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean to ya’ or anything honey, but I know for a fact that shirt has never fit your chest like that before. Are you ok?” I broke down, crying like a mad woman. He rushed over as quick as possible. “Look (Y/N) I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t know it would hurt you.” He comforted, wrapping his arms around my body. I knew he’d find out after being this close. His eyes went wide, the baby kicked, he felt that alright. He looked down at my stomach, then back at me. He repeated this a few more times before. leaning up against the counter. I was silent. “So… How long has this been going on?” He pointed, referring to the baby. “Four months.” I sniffed. He grabbed his chin and ruffled his beard, his hands moved from his hair, to his head all in a frustrated set of motions. He shouted an inaudible set of curses and kicked several cabinet doors in his rage. While I stood there jumping at every loud noise. “I’m sorry Logan. I’m so sorry. I know this was never the plan. It was never an option. I just, we… we couldn’t stop.” putting a hand to my mouth I sunk to the floor, oh this hurt so much, the tears burned. His rage was almost toxic. after he heard my plea, he calmed down, he knew this was bound to happen, I wanted kids, he knew that also. He slunk down to my place on the floor. Taking me into his arms again, rocking us back and forth, back and forth. Soon the tears dried. Logan was himself again, so gentle and loving. “I’m sorry I acted out (Y/N). Like you said this was never on the table for us, and now here it is.” He placed a carful hand on my stomach, shifting his thumb back and forth like he had done rocking us. “I Never thought I’d have this, this opportunity.” He finished, pulling us into a loving kiss. We came apart, I looked into his beautiful darkened brown eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I Just hate seeing you work so hard for so little money. And a baby, well lets face it, is not cheap.” “We’ll find a way babe. We always do.” He smiled sweetly, putting a hand to the back of my nape of my neck. This was just the beginning of our beautifully unplanned adventure.  

Signs

Prompt: (Request from Anon) hii! can i request a chill/fluffy charles x reader (ft the rest of the team) where theyre all talking about zodiac signs over breakfast and arguing about whos sign is the best and everything, and raven being totally obsessed with which signs are the most compatible (+reader is an aries and id imagine charles is an aquarius or taurus? but idk if theres any canon info on that or not) this might be a corny request but itd be cute i think! if you do it thanks in advance!!❤♈️            

Word Count: 1326

Notes: Beta’d by the amazing, flawless @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Anon, I hope I did this justice for you. I LOVED this idea because I love astrology and X-Men. I found all the signs (save for Reader and Charles) online, so idk if it’s super accurate but I went with it! I hope you all enjoy it!

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“I’m serious, I’m a Cancer,” Raven insisted as she sat at the large round breakfast table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.

“You know, I can see it,” Hank agreed as he eyed her sweetly.

“Thank you, Hank!” she said, thrusting her hand at him.

You weren’t sure how it got started, but as everyone was making waffles, pancakes, toast, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and pouring cereal, milk, orange juice, or coffee, a huge thing had erupted about astrology. Raven was trying to tell everyone she was a Cancer.

“But I’m a Cancer too,” Peter interjected. “And you and I are nothing alike.”

You scoffed. “As if. You two are the most smart assed, sneaky, overly clever bastards here. You’re almost like twins.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Raven said with a smile.

“Okay, Y/N, what about you, huh? What magical sign are you?” Peter asked, so far he’d made no bones about how silly it was to discuss zodiacs.

“I’m an Aries,” you informed sticking your tongue out.

“Figures,” Scott said. “What with the fire breath and all. Aries is a fire sign so…” he shrugged.

“Good morning, everyone,” Charles greeted as he entered and grabbed a cup of coffee, and made a plate of bacon and pancakes. Your stomach felt the full force of the butterflies erupting around inside. You’d had a bit of a crush on the Professor for a while but you were a student-teacher at the school so you weren’t sure how appropriate that would be to make a move. Yet, that didn’t stop Raven from constantly pushing you two together.

“Good mornings” rang out from each of the students and teachers around the table.

“What are you all so animatedly discussing? I could hear you well down the hall,” he informed as he sat down and sipped his coffee.

“Astrology,” Jean said simply.

“Ah yes. Let me guess, Raven brought this up,” he said with a teasing smirk at his friend.

“How did you know?” Jean asked.

“See when we used to go around pubs–”

Raven smacked his arm and he began laughing.

“Shut up,” she instructed. “No one needs to hear that.”

“Professor, what’s your sign?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m an Aquarius,” he informed simply.

“Makes sense,” she said. “They’re usually truthful, inquisitive, highly intelligent, and kind.”

“Oh please, you could apply that mumbo-jumbo to anyone,” Peter said. “Besides, Cancers are sympathetic, sensitive, and caring too, no different.”

“Yes, but Cancers are very emotionally driven while Aquarius are much more thought driven,” Jubilee added.

“So what’s yours then?” Peter encouraged.

“Pisces!” she announced with pride as she sat up a little bit.

“Why am I not surprised?” Logan said in a deep voice. He’d been rather quiet through the whole ordeal except a smirk here or there.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Jubilee demanded, turning to the hulking man on her left.

“Means you’re spunky and artistic. Of all the Pisces I’ve met, they’re all just like you,” he informed nonchalantly.

“So you mean they’re all great?” she said with a scrunch of her nose.

“Please, we all know no one can get anything done without a Capricorn,” Scott boasted before leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head.

“Let me guess, you’re a mer-goat?” Peter said. “Psht.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m ambitious, determined, and practical. All the things you aren’t, Mr. Cancer,” he shot back.

“I’m shaking in my boots, the goat is gonna get me.”

“Hank, what’s yours?” Raven asked before she quickly followed up with. “No! Let us guess.”

“I bet it’s Taurus,” Peter said.

“I’m thinking Virgo,” you offered.

“Wrong, both of you,” Hank informed.

“Is it Leo?” Raven tried as she had been staring at him as if he were a puzzle.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Simple. Leo is lion. Lions are known for their heart, being optimistic, kind, and loyal,” she explained with a kind smile.

“Right you are,” Hank agreed with the raise of his coffee cup.

“Lion is a beast, after all,” Logan said with a nudge to Hank who gave a half-smile.

“Oh, Logan, what’s your sign?” you asked.

“Oh, no, I’m not getting involved in this BS.”

“Come on, it’s just for fun.”

“I don’t even know it,” he said. You weren’t sure if he was lying or legitimately didn’t care to remember.

“Well what’s your birthday?”

He told everyone with a roll of his eyes.

“Taurus,” Raven said. “He’s a Taurus. You know, I can see it now. Practical…ambitious, reliable.”

“Great, I sound like a new appliance or car,” Logan scoffed, still poring over the newspaper.

Everyone laughed as they went back to eating for a second before Raven broke the clatter of dishes and chewing.

“You know, none of the signs mean anything without knowing who they go best with,” she offered, her eyes flickered to you. Your stomach knotted as you realized where she was taking this.

“Oh, yes!” Jubilee agreed.

“So let’s see,” she started, eyeing the table. I’m Cancer and we’re best with….Taurus?” she informed, pulling her expansive astrology knowledge to the forefront of her mind. “So Logan, you and Peter should go on a date,” she joked as everyone laughed at the expression on Logan’s face.

Peter made a kissing face toward Logan before his middle claw came out. “You’re not my type,” he informed with a snort.

Laughter rumbled around the table.

“Wait, Jean what’s your sign?” you asked. “We have to know if you and Scott are compatible.”

“I’m a Virgo,” she said quietly, her gaze dancing to Scott next to her.

“Oh, yeah,” you said as if it was obvious. “Virgo and Capricorn are a match made in heaven. Both are practical, driven, loyal, and ambitious.”

“Virgos are also perfectionists, which rings true with Jean,” Peter said.

“I am not a perfectionist,” she argued. “I just like things to be their best!”

Another roll of laughter went around the table.

“Okay, fine, maybe I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

Peter coughed, “Control freak.”

“Har-Har,” she sneered at him.

“So that leaves Jubilee. Pisces, right?” Raven confirmed as Jubilee nodded. “I think the only person you fit with at the table is Peter…”

“I’m fine with that,” she informed as she stared at him.

“We should put it to the test. Everyone here who matches the zodiac should go on date,” Peter offered.

“That’s dumb,” Scott said.

“You just think it’s dumb because you’re already dating your match. This Saturday, we all date our match. So that’d be me and Jubilee; Jean and Scott; Raven, you and Logan.”

“Do I have to?’ she pouted.

“You could do worse, sister,” Logan insisted.

“Hmm, so that leaves Hank, Charles, and Y/N. Y/N, you’re an Aries, right? I hear they go good with Aquarius.”

“I-uh-yeah….I wouldn’t know,” you said, suddenly flustered. Your face was red, you were aware, and being aware made it all the worse.

No one else had known about your crush on Charles except Raven, now it seemed everyone who was looking at your face was keenly aware of your embarrassment.

“What about it, Y/N? Care for a date?” Charles offered, flashing a grin that took your breath away.

“Uh…sure,” you whispered.

“Wait, so where does that leave me?” Hank asked. At that moment, Storm walked in.

“Storm, what’s your sign?” Raven asked as she turned around while Storm fixed a plate.

“My zodiac? It’s Libra, why?”

“Perfect! Libra and Leo go together.”

“Uh, Storm, would you want to go on a date this Saturday? We’re trying to prove something,” Hank informed, feeling silly.

“Would I ever! Yes! Let’s do it. I don’t know what we’re proving, but I’m down.”

“There, it’s settled! Everyone will have a date and we’ll go over who had the better time on Sunday.”

“I’m very much looking forward to this,” Charles informed as he stared at you.

“Me too,” you squeaked.

queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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I need to set myself free.

Hello,
to the dearest of friends.

It’s been a while, huh? I don’t know how many people actually wondered or even guessed what happened to me, but something incredibly moving and important just happened in my life.

I finally saw the truth and decided not to lie anymore.

I’ve been going to a psychologist. I’ve started to take meds to aid me in my daily life to confront anxiety, panic attacks and suicidal thoughts. I can say I’m really making some progresses, even though small.

I’ve always been different from other children, in particular from boys. I’ve had many problems dealing with some feelings that I couldn’t explain to myself or maybe I was too scared to actually deal with them.

I would always run away.
My dad left me at the age of 7. I was seven years old when he left me, my brother and my mother. I was envious of other kids relationship with their fathers.

Why was I the only one without one?
Years passed. I had to deal with continuing harrassment and bullying from my classmates. They would yell at me words that still hurts like poison: faggot. Pussy.

I’m still shacking while writing about it. Incredible how much pain some memories can deal to one person.

At the age of 16 I heard that my father died. It was like knowing a distant relative died in some kind of disaster. I didn’t feel anything, if nothing at all. I was still lying to myself about who I really was.

Suicide was the first thing I’d say “good morning” to and “goodnight” as well. The few friends I had didn’t know. I was alone and scared, ready to bid farewell to a life I didn’t think I deserve to live.

So much pain no one could ever describe.
Rejection.

I can’t seem to stop shacking.

But then, some light decided to touch my pale skin. The sun decided it was the moment to give me just a bit of its light, just because I was existing not because I deserved it.

That was all I was. Empty and scared, almost emotionally deprived if not from the most basic of instincts: fear.

I started to hang out with some of my brother’s friends. I was the elder brother but I seem I couldn’t even be that to my brother, who grew up with the strength I lacked and crave for.

Things got easier.
I got in a new class, with new people. People who didn’t harrass me I wasn’t wearing something cool or wasn’t making fun of me because of my behaviour.

I was free.
But still afraid of them.

I made new friends. I was appreciated and accepted. I was moved. I was grateful that I could even feel something as beautiful as joy.

Now those people chose their path. They were good people, supporting classmates and friends.

Suicidal thoughts returned to me, waving like sinister shadows at me. Anxiety came back as well. Two weeks ago I decided to defeat them, knowing that that would lead me to accept me for what I was.

The mere thought was scary enough to give me stomachaches.

My mother accompanied me. She’s always been a really comforting and supporting figure, as well as a mighty woman. I’ll always be grateful to her. After the meeting with the psychologist, a really professional and understanding man, I decided to change my life.

My mother asked me if everything was alright. I struggled to hold the tears. She was on the brink of tears as well. I was scared, afraid that she would see me differently if she knew, or not love me anymore, even.

But that wasn’t the case.

She said “I love you. No matter what.” firmly, like never before in my life I saw her like that. She didn’t just say “I care about you” but “I love you”. I felt so fragile and tired, but finally free.

Immediately, joy followed. Two days ago I told the truth to the two most important persons in my life: my brother and my best friend.

I cried so much while I was embraced by their understanding and I cried even louder when both of them hugged me. I felt so warm inside, laughter quickly grew in intensity from my mouth, like beautiful and strong flowers.

“We always only had each other, Loris. What brother would I be if I saw you differently just because you’re gay!” he said. “No matter what comes, we’ll be brothers for ever.”
I’m still trying to accept and understand the myself I always ran away from. I decided to meet him.
And also, decided not to lie anymore on this blog and to all those people I consider friends.

Yes, I’m gay.

Shouldn’t 4

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary:  Dean has feeling for the reader and finally gives in to his desire for her, then leaves her behind with a note. Sam discovers and comforts her. What happens next?

Word Count:  1128

Warnings: Language

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Shouldn’t 4

“This is Dean’s other other cell. You must know what to do.” Beep.  

Sam lets out a huff of frustration as he paces the already worn tread in the cheap motel carpet. “Dean,” Sam hisses into the phone. “Pick up your phone. You need to come fix this shit.” Sam punches the end call button and throws the phone onto the bed with force.

“Sam?” Her voice is timid and tiny, she sounds like she’s talking to him from the far end of a long tunnel. Sam curses himself for waking her up. He had hoped Dean would be here to clean up his mess before she woke. Running his hands through his hair, he pastes a smile on his face and crosses the room, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She pushes herself to a sitting position and gives him a sad half-smile, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. Sam takes a deep, steadying breath. “Hey.” He doesn’t know how to have this conversation. It’s so very private and awkward and he’s pissed at Dean because he has to do this. Dean should be the one doing this. Scratch that, this should have never happened. Clearing his throat, Sam says, “Listen, I’m not trying to pry. But when I got back…and I saw the note…”.

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The Prices We Pay - Chapter 1 - Part 2/?

 Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.

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Hands Off (M)

Warnings: Fem!Domme, sub!Baekhyun, slow build, teasing, thigh riding, restraints

Length: 9497

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  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.
What it's like to be Transgender?

Throughout coming out and starting my transition I have been asked this question multiple times; What is it like to be Transgender? So I have finally taken the time to sit down and really think about it. I can’t obviously speak for the majority because every person experiences and feels things in a multitude of ways and how I feel is most certainly not the same as any others. I am merely a small aspect of a large community, so please do not take what I’m about to say as if this is how everyone thinks/feels and this is to help lift a weight off of my shoulders. 

Firstly, it is hard- It isn’t easy and it most certainly isn’t a choice. It is every morning waking up and the first realisation is that you’re not ‘right’. No matter how great you’re feeling just walking down the street and feeling these awkward lumps of flesh moving on your chest as each footstep arises can tear you right back down to earth. It is self mutilation with those fucked up contraptions also known as binders, it is being in physical pain to see yourself flat and to feel that confidence that you struggle to have without, rather than your own physical health. 

It’s dysphoria, the most heartbreaking and soul destroying emotion known to us. It feels almost like being a mind trapped in this body that you don’t want, It is something I could never and would never wish onto someone, not even my worse enemy. It’s something that can strike at any time, it’s fear and damn right draining. 

Sometimes you can feel 110% from just simple words from people passing by such as; man/buddy/mate. But the flip side to that, you then can plummet back down by words spitting at you like; her/she/lady/madam. It feels terrifying and it puts you on edge, because not only are you trying so hard to be yourself inside, you’re having to prove yourself to everyone else in the world too. That’s not to mention the people who purposely bring you down by transphobic remarks and telling you that you will never be a ‘real’ man. 

Being Transgender is staring at yourself in the mirror analysing every feminine part of yourself, its holding a flashlight to your upper lip to hopelessly search for those few strands of hairs on your lip. It’s knowing your angles to make yourself look more masculine and broader, because it makes you feel better to be perceived in a certain way even if that isn’t completely authentic. It’s automatically trying to turn invisible in confrontational situations when people can’t determine your gender and make it obvious. 

It’s not being able to open yourself up to the people you love, physically or sexually because its just easier to not have to explain yourself and what makes you feel good. It’s feeling like a complete fucking burden and completely unlovable, because no one should have to put up with someone who hates themselves and their existence this much. It’s uncertainty of if it will actually get better or if this is it, will I even survive. 

It’s patience and perseverance, thats all you have. Because although it may be months, or years or maybe your whole fucking life, one day you will look down and see the person you have always known and your body will be a perfect reflection of that and although it could be a long way away, its there and that is something to wake up for each day, if theres nothing else, at least there is that. 

Most days I wake up and I feel all of these things and probably a hundred more, and I consider whether this is all worth it. Is an injection every 3 week (that is quite painful) and proving myself to everybody every day worth it? I still don’t know, I still don’t have that answer but I KNOW I would rather live one day as Charlie than a lifetime of something I’m not, and that in itself keeps me going.

A Perfect Storm 9

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader, Cas, Mystery Guest

Summary:  Reader is an actress on Supernatural.  What happens when she’s torn from her own world and thrown into Sam and Dean’s?

Word Count:  593 

A/N:  Super short, but a big reveal in this segment!

Warnings:  None

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags at the bottom.

Originally posted by musclecarinstant

A Perfect Storm Part 9

The Impala barrels down the highway, Dean at the wheel, Sam sitting shotgun. You sit in the back with Cas.  

“Cas, what are we up against?” Sam questions the angel.

“Jesse Turner has ignored our warnings and returned, he has become the antichrist,” Cas replies. “I have confirmed that it is indeed him.”

“How do you know he’s gone all antichrist on us?” Dean asks. “He seemed like a good kid.”

“I don’t know what turned him, but he’s fulfilling the prophecies regarding the antichrist,” Cas says.

“Such as?” you inquire.

“The first is that the antichrist appears as the ‘messiah’. Healing people, performing miracles. Jesse has been gaining a small but steady following of zealots. They hail him as the second coming of Jesus,” Cas explains.  

“From what I’ve been reading, the next big event will be that the antichrist ‘dies’ and will be resurrected, just like Jesus,” Sam adds. Cas nods in agreement.  

“What’s Jesse’s endgame?” Dean asks.

“The antichrist’s goal is to destroy the ‘host of heaven’. He means to destroy the angels,” Cas says.

“Fucking hell,” Dean sighs. “Just another day at the office.”

“What does this have to do with me? Anything? Or is just coincidence?” you wonder out loud.

“That I don’t know, (Y/N).” The angel looks at you compassionately, you can sense that he wishes he could comfort you, put your mind at ease. You catch Dean’s eye in the rearview mirror. He looks worried.

———-

You’re in a room with no ceilings, no doors. A man stands before you. He’s handsome, with dark hair and green eyes  His eyes draw your attention the most, he looks borderline manic. He glows softly around the edges, like Castiel. When he speaks, his voice is soft. “Daughter.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” you ask, frantically searching for an exit.

“Calm, child. You are dreaming, but this conversation is real. You must listen carefully, there isn’t much time.”

“Time for what?” you demand.

“Listen, please.” He almost sounds as if he is begging. “You were sent out of this world for your protection. You must return to the other universe. This world will end soon and you can’t be here.”

“What are you talking about? The antichrist?” you question.

“Yes, Castiel is not aware of the entire prophecy. The antichrist is not only going to destroy the angels, he means to destroy the world. The portal will open tomorrow at midnight. You need to get through, to save yourself. I sent you away to keep you safe, you must return. It’s the only way you’ll survive. Please, you must do this, for me.” He sounds desperate now.

“What will happen to everyone here?”

“They will cease to exist.”

“Is there any way to stop it?” you ask, frantically trying to make sense of what this man is telling you.

He hesitates, refusing to meet your eyes. “No,” he says quietly. He’s lying, you can sense it.

“Who are you?” you ask, almost afraid to find out the answer.

———–

Snapping awake in the back of the car, your heart is racing, your mind in chaos. “Stop! Stop the car!”

Dean pulls to the side immediately, hearing the hysteria in your voice. You throw open the door and rush out onto the shoulder. Bent over, your hands on your knees, you take in great, gasping breaths.

“What is it, what happened?” Dean is out of the car like a shotgun, right behind you. He places a hand on your back, soothing comforting.

“I know who my father is. It’s Michael.”

Part 10

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Vodka Cannot Kill a Dragon

I blame people from Twitter for this entirely.

You asked for drunk Alec, I give you hammered Alec.

Edit: Now also on Ao3 here.


“It’s my bachelor party and you’re my best man,” Jace had said. “You owe me to get drunk.”

The thing is, Alec doesn’t really drink. He never does. He doesn’t like the way it makes his head foggy and his long limbs out of control. Even with Magnus, who quite surely can hold his liquor, he never goes past one or two cocktails. So, after Jace has managed to shove drinks in his hand time and time again, Alec is not drunk. He’s hammered

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Nervous Wreck

Imagine: Human!Stefan confronting his feelings towards you.

Stefan, was always in awe of how gorgeous you always look. Being breathless as you walk into the room, just making everything better for the younger Salvatore. He has always wanted to call you “Mine” but he was always too damn shy to even talk to you. He felt insecure, comparing himself to the tall; confident, muscular men who always asked you out. Though, you always turned them down. You weren’t interested in them. They were always in shock on you turning them down, they thought they were “Good for you.” and how “You will regret not being with me.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed at how they all have the similar response as you turned them down.

One day you were walking through the town with your best friend, the one and only Damon Salvatore. The two of you met three years ago at the county fair, when someone wouldn’t leave you alone. After that day, you both were inseparable. You and Damon tried to have a fling once, but you both agreed it was not your cup of tea.

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[AU] the “year” between their first meeting and their reunion

ETA: I’ve been (thankfully) notified that my timeline of events is way off so this is 100% inaccurate. However, it makes for a lovely AU (because who doesn’t like pining!Victor amirite) so I’ll leave it up. Just keep in mind that this does not follow the canon timeline. At all. Thanks, @nika11ama, for clarifying things for me!


I kept asking myself why, if they’d previously met (at the Banquet) and Victor had really fallen in love with Yuuri that day, had he treated him that way in this scene? How could he  be so nonchalant in that situation? It didn’t make sense.

But what if Victor had spent the entire year lying to himself? Telling himself over and over that he couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with someone after only a day? Forcing himself not think about Yuuri or web-stalk him. Chastising himself every time he caught himself remembering their dance or, worse, pining. 

So a year passes and he thinks he’s golden, thinks that time has finally done its job and eroded his little “crush.” And then he sees Yuuri again and tries to treat him like he pretty much treats everyone else, only it completely backfires on him.

He watches him walk away and tries to convince himself everything’s fine. That he’s fine. That he doesn’t care. And yet he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from Yuuri’s back even after the other man is long gone. 

And it’s like a floodgate opens. Every wall he built over the past year to keep himself from obsessing over Yuuri collapses and he finds himself incapable of not thinking about him.

And then he sees The Video™…

…and every lie he’s ever made to himself just turns to dust. His defenses are down. He can’t fight it anymore. He doesn’t want to fight it anymore. He’s in love. Has been in love since since the day they met, and maybe it doesn’t make sense but he’s reached a point where he just doesn’t care anymore. He’s going after what he wants, and what he wants is Yuuri. 

So when an opportunity presents itself he seizes it and flies to Japan without a second thought or a backwards glance. He’s wasted enough time and has no patience left. 

See, he made a promise the first day they met, though not with anything as obvious or empty as words. Yuuri seduced him, and Victor fell, hard, and the traitorous little organ in his chest promised itself to Yuuri without him realizing. It took him an entire year to. 

And that’s why Victor, who’s notorious for never remembering–and therefore keeping–the promises he makes, remembers Yuuri’s request an entire year after he made it. 

The heart doesn’t forget. 

Miss Shimada and Dr. Zielger

So the theme is role swap and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do but this idea kind of came out of nowhere and I went with it??? I don’t even know if it works with the theme but, here it is anyways. 

I give you Genderbent Genji and Mercy. I kept Genji’s name the same as it seems to be a unisex name and Angela changed to Anders. Brief appearance/mentions of other characters. 


Gency Week Day 5 — Role Swap

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