they remind me i gave up a long time ago

Take It or Leave It - Part 2


Anyway, that aside, thank you so much for your incredible reaction to the first part and I hope that you really like this part!

And without further ado, let’s get into the second part! 

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

“Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.

“Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored

Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.” 

“No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.

“She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back. 

“It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!” 

Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look. 

“For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!” 

“We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!” 

The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.

Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language! 

“But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?”  Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.

“I do.” Natasha piped up.

Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”

“Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”

Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.” 

“How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.

“Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.” 

“I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track. 

“Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived. 

Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room. 

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You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well. 

The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today. 

First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out  and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over. 

Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. 

You take that back. 

Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.

You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”

You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.” 

“Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.” 

“In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.” 

T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.” 

You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.” 

T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”

“Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke. 

The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.

“Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.

“Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.” 

“No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”

Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”

“Thank you.” 


"Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.

Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.

As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen. 

“Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random. 

“The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N." 

"Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. 

“And in return I ask that you just call me Vision." 

Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?”
He once again guided you to what you were looking for.

Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.

“Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.

“I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony  a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.

“That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.

“Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.” 

Groans met your admission.

“So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.

You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”

Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.

“We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.

“Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”

“And why is that?” 

You pouted dramatically at the man.

“I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”

An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.

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trash-giraffe  asked:


so cute indeed!!

there are so many things that I loved, seeing Mikasa dozing off and looking out for Eren, and in the same time Eren noticing how she’s tired and telling her to rest
it’s not out of nowhere, we’ve seen Eren in chapter 51 being the one fussing over her health when she needed that, the wording implies very close attention too
they both look out and care about each other a lot obviously.

I also loved how he told her “I’ll get you a new one”, he didn’t tell her to just throw it away and get herself a new one, while Eren still doesn’t understand the significance of the scarf itself to her, at least he feels that he gave it to her the first time and he should be the one who to give her a new one if she needs.

I mean it’s obvious this scene is a set up to ch50, put at the very first episode to give us a sense that we’ll go full circle, and they’re already kind of hinting to what it’s about

I also loved Eren’s tone when he said that, reminded me of his tone in episode 6 when he gave Mikasa the scarf the first time, a little soft and tsundere-ish (Kaji yuki described it this way)

CeCi Korea June 2017 Issue: Boys, be the ASTRO!

Summer’s coming and you’re making a comeback. What comes to your mind when I say ‘summer’?
What comes to mind when you say ‘summer’ would be freedom? I want to light a bonfire at a campsite and spend an enjoyable time. My hometown’s in Cheongju so a lot of times I’d have fun like that when it’s summer.
JinJin: If you’re talking about summer, then of course it’s the sea. I used to enjoy fishing with my family when I was younger. The image of someone fishing paints itself like a memory.
Sanha: I’ve only been to a waterpark once since I was born but it was a lot of fun. I want to go again.
Eunwoo: The sun’s up longer during the summer. It makes me remember how it would still be sunny out even though school has ended and I’m playing soccer. My dad’s really been into hiking lately and I want to tag along too.
MJ: A weather where you have to avoid the sun!  Doesn’t it totally seem like a song title to you? I want to eat watermelon underneath a shady tree.
Rocky: Maybe because I’d sweat more than I usually do but diet is what comes to mind first. Rather than hitting the gym, I want to try a sport that I can enjoy doing so I’m thinking of starting swimming this summer.

Is dieting important even to male idols? Do you regulate your meals as well?
I usually dance intensely so I don’t see the need to purposely go on a diet. When we finish filming for our music videos, I would hear that I’ve unknowingly lost weight.
Moonbin: Before debuting, my diet meals were personally planned and I would have chicken breast and eggs in the mornings. If I’m busy, then it’s one apple. I would eat like that. We’ve decided that we’ll now manage our own selves.
Eunwoo: We don’t pay as much attention to it as girl groups. But even so, we would each put in some care when there’s an important filming and if the other seems like he’s gained weight then we would tell him.

Is there anything after debuting that you want to be better at or something that has attracted your interest?
I think I need to continue studying up foreign languages. When we perform overseas, I think it’s polite that we learn their trendy words, dances, etc.. Because we have to do even better.
Moonbin: Me too! And having stamina is more important that I thought. We were always overflowing with energy pre-debut so I didn’t think there was a need to worry about our stamina but as we continuously carried out promotions, I can feel that my stamina’s deteriorating.
JinJin: I’ve recently developed an interest in fashion. If previously I only stuck to the hip-hop style that I like, then now I’m finding ways to wear clothes that fit my body and physical frame.
MJ: I think managing my stamina and just generally taking care of myself is necessary. I try to eat some nutritional supplements too.
Rocky: Seeing as how I’m a rapper, I’ve been thinking lately about how I should read more books. There’s a limit to how much I can write just using my own experiences. I’m reading and not too long ago, I asked Eunwoo hyung to loan me one of his books. It’s a book called but I’ve yet to start on it.
Sanha: I’m relearning the basics of guitar (playing). I want to be better at it. I also want to show acoustic versions of our songs.

That reminds me, aren’t you having your first solo concert in July? Is there a stage that each of you are dreaming of?
I want to put smile on the faces of fans who are coming to watch our concert. I’m thinking of having a stage with JinJin.
JinJin: I’m going to do it with you (laughs). After debuting, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to really show my rap so I want to show off a dark rap that matches with original hip-hop.
Rocky: I want to show off a dance stage that’s worthy of hearing comments like “legendary” and “the best”. We don’t have that kind of image yet.
Eunwoo: Shall I go home today and upload one? With a title that says “ASTRO’s Legend.”

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When we were young

-A/N: I had a long time that I didn’t write something and FINISH IT. Sorry for the late requests I hadn’t post. But I feel like I needed to get rid of the dust and write something. That might be the reason for the awful name of this. I hope you don’t think the one-shot is also awful. Requests are open. Also the tag squad (send PM) 

Request:  Hi again! I saw that you’re accepting requests Could you do one where Chris is taking home to meet his family for the first time, then once you get there Mr. or Mrs. Evans doesn’t seem to like you that much. You and Chris don’t understand why until later on that night when you find out that they dated one of your parents back when they were young and were still holding a grudge about that past? I hope that’s okay.

Warnings: None, past relationship, mother in law? hahaha


(Based on When we were young, by Adele)

Chris reached my thigh while he was driving. I sighed.

“Both hands in the wheel. Do you want your mom to hate me even more because I caused an accident while you were driving?” I sighed. I was talking very serious.

“I’ve told you she doesn’t hate you. She just… is figuring a way to love you” I smiled.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position. But I just feel like she’s given up on me.” I felt a nod in my throat. I was about to cry. I promise, this wasn’t sabotage or anything like that. Since the moment I met my mother in law, she had built a wall between us, which I try to climb.

“I know you don’t. I just don’t get why you can’t get along. I know you both, I sincerely thought it’d be different”

“So did I” I sighed again. This was my favorite weather. But also, the one that made me blue. The rain started to hit the windows. “I’m willing to try, Chris. Help me, enlighten me, please… I don’t want to push her, I just want you to accept me.”

“You’re so sweet” he laughed. I don’t know if he was being sarcastic or he was serious.

“No, listen. I feel so pathetic. This is like I’m 15 years old and I’m pointing at her for not liking me. Am I too immature for telling you?”

“Well…” he began, then he laughed “you’re just sweet, as long as you don’t get obsessed with that”


“Wow, why can’t you get along if you’ve got the same voice when you say my name?”


We arrived to his parents’ house. I had baked her favorite dessert. Chris’s advice. He had taught me a little bit about how to treat her. Everything was checked in my mind, I had planned how everything was going to be through the evening.

“Hey, mom” I smiled.

“Hello, love” I gave them their space, he hugged her and then kissed the top of her head.

“Y/N brought your favorite dessert” Chris grabbed my waist and introduced me into the talk.

“Oh, I see… hello, y/n. I’ll put this on the kitchen. Do you want coco?”

“I’d love some” I murmured. She didn’t even say thank you.


“Mom, is my yearbook here?” Chris asked. Lisa nodded while she left her cup of coco on the table.

“Let me hand it to you” she stood and Chris denied with his head.

“Why don’t you talk with your adorable daughter in law while I look for it?”

“Delightful” she murmured. She stood up anyway.

“Do you like me?” I closed my eyes… shit, that wasn’t my question. She looked at me “I mean, did you like the pie? I meant the pie… not me” I tried to fix it. She sighed.

“It was good. Almost perfect, like you” the thing about the Evans was that it was really hard to detect their sarcasm.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, you’re my son’s fiancée and… I tolerate you.” She smiled at me, but there wasn’t anything hypocrite on that smile. She was telling the truth.

“Why? Why don’t you let me in, Lisa?” she shrugged.

“You wouldn’t understand, dear. I think Chris might need help, excuse me”


It wasn’t like I planned. Obviously. Maybe I should ignore the fact that our relationship was going to be passive-aggressive forever. But I wanted to know why. I felt Chris’s arms around my waist. He held me closer. He covered my body with his.

“Thank you for trying, baby” he kissed my shoulder.

“I think I need to quit too, for the best” he kissed my neck and then my cheek. His hands were covering my abdomen when I smiled.

“Maybe… but when you said that she had given up on you, I was glad you hadn’t given up on her, if you feel like it’s time to give it a break, I support you.” I rolled in the bed to be on top of him. I felt his breath against my lips. My arms were next to each side of his head. I kissed him.

“Everybody deserves a second chance… or thirty” I smiled against his lips.

“What are you up to?”

“Well… no offense, but everything had happened when you were around, so maybe if I… ask her out, just the two of us, I could try again, after that, I’ll give up.”

“I love your diabolical mind” I felt his hands traveling through my bare back “And I’m about to love you even more…” he moved to be on top of me. I laughed when I felt his amused lips against my neck.


“Hey, Lisa!” I waved. She stopped and I felt a little kick in my stomach and in my ego.

“Hello, dear. Where’s Chris?” she immediately asked. I shrugged.

“He couldn’t make it. So… it’s just us” I smiled “Shall we?” We began our way to the Red Sox Stadium.


We had been quiet, until the second inning, where I asked her if she wanted a hot dog. She nodded.

“How do you like it?” I inquired. She didn’t pay attention. “Lisa, how would you like me?” I meant it this time.

“Ketchup only” I handed her the hot dog and paid for it.

“I asked you something” she bit her hot dog and looked at me.

“You have his eyes” she smoothly spoke.

“Excuse me?” she smiled and reached my face. It took me by surprise.

“Your eyes… are like your dad’s.”

“I don’t understand, Lisa”

“You might need to buy me a beer if you want me to say it” she smiled. Kindly.

“But I can’t join you, alright?”


And in the fifth inning, she began talking. “We need to go home” I nodded.



Chris had told me not to push her that she usually thinks a lot the words she wants to free from her mouth. I looked at her while she poured two glasses of wine. She handed mine, and when she sat, she smiled again. She was really pretty when she did that.

“Well, you remind me of your dad, y/n. You’ve got those big, curious… expressive eyes. Has anyone told you that?” I nodded.

“So… you know my dad?” she stood up and grabbed a book, in-between pages, she reached a picture and gave it to me.

“I do. I met him long time ago. We were in the same grade, shared classes and friends. I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I promised to myself I wouldn’t do it, but… your dad was such a special man, he was funny and interesting, he was spontaneous, outrageous, he was very smart and a total leader, that’s why I couldn’t avoid falling in love with him. You remind me a lot of him. You’ve got those same features. You’re the girl I’ve chosen myself for Chris. But…” she stop talking. I was speechless. Holy shit.

“I guess it was just like a movie… when we were young.” She was in silence as she sadly smiled “We made mistakes that tore us apart and he hurt me as much as I hurt him. When we split up, I remember being by myself, wishing him for the best. Then you came to my life, proving that you had been the best. I felt really bad, but I wasn’t honest when I wished him that. And seeing you, everybody loving you… the way you talked and some of your moves are very y/d/n. I guess I had punished myself…. And you as well for something that happened long, long time ago”


“I’m so sorry” she grabbed my hand with tears in her eyes. I was already in tears. “It wasn’t your fault. I see you’re a good girl that loves my Chris very, very much” I cleaned my tears. And stood up. I went to the car and took the small package I had carried for days. I made my way back her house and saw her cleaning her tears.

“I don’t have anything to forgive you for. This is for you” she started to open the gift and discover the inside.

“Oh, my God” her shaking hands held the romper.

“I just wanted that your grandchild arrived to a place where he or she knows that grandma and mommy are family” she hugged me and looked at my cup of wine.

“I was hoping you weren’t one of those girls that doesn’t like to drink around older people. But this…”

“I know… Chris is going to kill me for telling you”

“He’s not going to do anything to my daughter in law or my grandbaby” she hugged me and caressed my hair. I sighed.

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Apartment 5108 // 15

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

A/N: This chapter is extremely long. I apologize for its lengthiness—17,205 words

// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14


My parents were unforgiving.

Not once while growing up in their home did I see or hear them spare anyone for mistakes. Not me. Not the staff. Not even at work. It wasn’t within their capabilities to grant second chances let alone a second glance. They didn’t understand that the notion of being human was to be flawed. Faults and errors were a part of life but they aspired for perfection—to appear perfect in all its entirety and nothing short would’ve sufficed. In their strides for these impossible standards, they expected the same of others. They held everyone at the caliber they set for themselves which meant character defects, weak behavior and confused emotions weren’t permitted.

My mom and dad were stubborn and never deviated from their habitual conduct.

They acted in this manner because they feared disappointment (not that they would ever admit it). The idea of placing their trust in a person after a failure was unthinkable. They couldn’t fathom being let down; to feel defeat more than once. And they were this way because they lost faith in each other. They didn’t believe in one another and if they couldn’t count on the person they were with, then who could they rely on? It’s why no one was able to rectify their missteps.

In their eyes, a trust once lost was lost forever.

I lived similarly but the only difference was I never gave anyone the opportunity to disappoint me from the start. I didn’t allow anyone to get close; to understand me for the exact reason my parents never gave anyone another chance. I was afraid of the disappointment. I was afraid they would fail me as my parents failed me.

But the person I am now doesn’t reflect my past upbringing. I form relationships with others when I know it might not work out in the end. I’m unlike my parents and think everyone’s personality can cycle to not only the lows but also the highs. They can learn from their experiences and if they make a mistake, it doesn’t mean it’ll inevitably happen again.


I believe people can change just as I have.

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I’m Sorry.

You took away my stars at night, 

my sun at day

Only leaving me with the darkness

of a single cold cloud.

Originally posted by sinnerswings

[song inspiration: BTS - Let Me Know]

Info: park jimin x oc x featuring jeon jungkook
genre: angst
word count: 1.7k
a/n: this is inspired by all the teasers released this week. It gave me a lot of inspiration to write something a little more angsty. It’ll be a lot more on the narrative side of things than actual dialog.

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just to be sentimental for a moment

since this whole pony thing’s going on on my blog atm i just wanted to be sentimental for a sec haha

anyways, it’s kinda nice to go back to my roots like this. okay, it’s not been THAT long ago when I became a fan of mlp, but mlp is pretty much the reason why i’m here today and happily editing on my tablet since it gave me a lot of inspiration.
mlp:fim just reminds me of a time where things were easier for me and it was just really nice watching a show as colorful and simply pure as mlp. i just recently watched the new mlp movie in cinema so my sentiment for the show came back up again.
i know the whole pony thing’s annoyin to a bunch of peeps at this point, probably, but i just have a lot of positive memories of it myself and the fact that i can share it here kinda makes me happy, honestly.

on that note, i’m listening to a bunch of my favorite mlp songs again and i dig it.

Vacation in the Caribbean: Day #7


Surprisingly, this happened a lot faster and with a lot less begging~

Okay, I spoke too soon, Midnight has disappeared after the first message ;-;


xcuse u, i said i was sorry a bazillion times T_T and it wasn’t one message ok calm down pls thenks

She said sorry like twice, liar :P 

WARNINGS: There’s actually no warnings this time *gasps* I know, I was shocked too but there’s loads of fluff, smut and angst :) 

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venialityyy  asked:

When I asked "Then I'll ask you snk related stuff, but also GoT :) How long and how well would everyone survive the game of thrones?" I meant, how long do the snk characters survive in GoT :')

Sorry adsfgh :D This sound even better! I am gonna answer this but my imagination runs wild and I can’t stop it so please forgive me my friend, this is gonna take so long. Don’t worry, I am gonna mention the chance of their surviving as well! 

I have been waiting for an ask like this my whole life…

My crazy head canon time because my imagination runs wild once again and I can’t stop it!

Long time ago I mentioned that the head of Ackerman family that gave up his life to save the clan reminds me nobody but Ned Stark, so I associate these two honorable people here once again.

And of course as you noticed, I associate Ackermans with Stark Family. These two families are bot loyal, but that doesn’t mean they can be controlled, even by to people dearest to them. Like Starks rebelled at ASOIAF series, Ackermans also rebelled against First King and his ideology even though they were close to royal family. They are noble, strong and they endure winter safe and sound.

I associate Tully Family with East Sea Clan. In ASOIAF series, Tullies and Stars have built a close alliance, like East Sea Clan and Ackermans. Choosing Tullies as East Sea Clan definetely has no connection between their family symbol, trout and @falcon94ssy ‘s last crazy theory. 

Jaeger Family would be close to Greyjoys, they have many parallels and they do not sow in the end. Who else say that reference? Since Grisha grew up at Winterfell, hehehe, Eren and Zeke are quite familiar to North. Our Grisha first married to Dina, who is a relative of the King but then after some unfortunate events, who knows maybe she turned into a Whitewalker o.O, Dina died and he married Carla. Don’t you worry, mama Carla is handling his adoptive elder son and his baby boy Eren quite well. But well… Their surviving chance is not that high… *whispers* Dina is gonna kill Carla when she turns to a Whitewalker and Carla is gonna burn herself to make an escape to her sons*

Fritz family is like Targaryens, these both families have the blood of Kings running through them and because of that they have, let’s say, magical powers. Targaryens does not burn in fire, they can ride dragons etc because they are blood of Valyria. Fritz can control and manipulate Eldians and Pure Titans because they are blood of Ymir Fritz. They have a high chance to survive in GoT if they won’t lose to the madness inside them. Other wise, it would be a feast for crows.

 I am gonna quote my one of old post there about Walls:

In Game of Thrones, there is a bigass icy wall but that wall has not just been built by ice and stone, there is also magic in it. As a fan of both series, I was able to make this connection and thought that our wall in SnK has also been built with not just stone and stuff, but also with magic, a.k.a Colossal Titans.

We can associate The Whitewalkers with Pure Titans. In GoT it has been revealed that Whitewalkers are originated from people. If a people dies in North and nobody burn his/her body, they turn to a Whitewalker. In SnK, to turn an Eldian to a Human you have to inject spinal fluid of a Titan, aka Titan serum.

Also I can cause why not, I associate Night’s Watch with Survey Corps. In the end,they are both trying to keep evil monsters at the other side of the wall.

Now let’s come a little closer to our characters as individuals!

Eren would be the way he is. He would try his best, never give up, always fights but in the end Mikasa or sometimes Armin or someone else would help him in the end. He would sworn to kill all Whitewalkers and would want to join Night’s Watch. He also would be a warg like Bran maybe. @kuchen-ackerman ‘s post about Eren and Bran HERE.

Armin would read his books and make researches in the citadel, I can see him being a maester like Aemon or who knows, Qyburn when he grows up. *cough*Gesumin*cough. Maybe a mix of them both?

Mikasa might look like an East Sea blood from outside but damn, these girl is an Ackerman from head to toe. Her day would go as keeping Eren and Armin safe, sword training, horse riding and keeping Eren and Armin safe more in Winterfell. 

Yeah, trio lives at Winterfell but they travel a lot since Eren is a half Greyjoy and Mikasa is a half Tully.

Eren and Armin would want to join the honorable Night’s Watch but Mikasa would try to stop them because she knew how dangerous it is.

Plus, we know what happened to Armin’s family! They are a close family to the Warden of the North, Ackerman Family and that is why Armin can use Winterfell’s old library whenever he wants and his Grandpa is also the maester of Winterfell!

I can see Historia sitting on the Iron Throne. She would look so good there the Iron Throne would be jealous. 

I think Erwin would be like a Lannister, but not like Tywin, Jaime or Cersei but  like Tyrion. He would advise Historia and definetely protect his Queen from all the dirt going on in the Red Keep. Water would flood never better, if you know what I mean.

I can see Hange as a Grand Maester next to Historia. I want her to be more active though, please forget about that old man called Pycelle and imagine what kind of new things le goddess Hange would bring to Westeros. Or who knows, maybe she would definetely be like Aemon and be a a maester at Night’s Watch? Yeah, I like it more that way.

I already told Levi would be from Ackerman Family because I associate Ackermans with Starks. Maybe who knows like Jon Snow he also would be a bastard? But since this is my au, I am writing that Kuchel Ackerman is safe and sound with her son cause I can cause why not? He wouldn’t like all the dşrt and drama that is going on at King’s Landing and ask Erwin and Hange to join him in Winterfell. Who knows, maybe he would go wherever they are just to protect them?

Kenny would be the Lord Commander of Kingsguard, though it is actually unusual for Ackermans to join it. He joined the Kingsguard to serve Uri but after his death he just stayed in. He sometimes goes to Sept and stand in front of Uri’s grave. 

Sasha would be from the Tarly Family, in the series Tarly are known for their hunting skills in the end. It is like Martin created Tarly for Sasha! 

I can see Connie Springer as Connie Tyrell. Wow, that sounded quite good! I think the rose motifs would fit him quite well, I would love to see Connie as Knight of Flowers. He would try his best at King’s Landing but I don’t think he would manage to nail it since Connie is a pure cinnamon roll and King’s Landing is a intrigue swamp.

Jean would be a Baratheon. He would be an artist like Renly, but that wouldn’t stop him from being extremely honest like Stannis and having some of Robert’s recklessness. But since he is a smart and caring person, I think he would also grow. He would have one of highest chances to survive.

Man, I use ‘would’ so much.

I don’t know why, but I feel like Ymir would be no one, a faceless man. A girl has no name, in the end. She was worshipped, betrayed and lost her way in life and her first task was killing the new Queen of Andals but she refused it and now she is on the run from faceless men.

Bertolt is so sweet for both Got and Snk, he is the character I struggled most as I wrote these head canons because Bert just does not belong to those cruel worlds, he deserves better. Anyway, I think he would be from the Vale and maybe an Arryn because I once read this au smartpass where Bert dreams of flying above the Walls and leaving but some people notices him and tells him he doesn’t have right to enjoy freedom and shoot him down. It was an emotional one for me. So, I am making him Lord of Vale, Bertolt Arryn. Unfortunately I don’t think someone as sweet as Bert would have that much chance to survive if he leaves the Vale.

Annie would be from the Reeds, but like her lord father she doesn’t like to join to other lords and they would mostly stay at Greywater Watch. The other lords would not be that found of them, too. Most of the Westeros would mock them as crannog men but Annie wouldn’t give a shit.

Reiner would a Martell. I know, the look is not connected at all but the character definetely does. Martells are quite smart, passionate and a little crazy. These fits Reiner so well too as best as I say. Also, Berik is a Martell as well because I want it to be that way!

Zeke is a full time Greyjoy. From head to toes. Since we don’t have the Warrior backstory and he doesn’t have that much screen time, damn you Isayama really, I can’t read his character that well but as far as my meta senses works, it fits Zeke to be a kraken, an Ironborn. 

So that is it, these are all I can think of right now! I know that was not the answer you wanted and I am sorry, I couldn’t stop my imagination! It took the control of my fingers, I am sorry!

Feel free to add anything you want!

Thank you for reading!

Logan’s Backstory

Summary: Where Logan came from- or at least some of it.

A/N: I know it’s Prinxiety day but I finally finished this ugh

Warnings: Alcohol, blood mention, death mention, Hunter!AU

“Lo, what did it show you?” Roman asks, wiping the blood off of the silver knife he used to kill the genie. He makes a face when some of it touches his bare hands.


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ASTRO for Ceci (2017 June issue)

Summer’s coming and you’re making a comeback. What comes to your mind when I say ‘summer’?
Moonbin: What comes to mind when you say 'summer’ would be freedom? I want to light a bonfire at a campsite and spend an enjoyable time. My hometown’s in Cheongju so a lot of the times I’d have fun like that when it’s summer.
JinJin: If you’re talking about summer then of course it’s the sea. I used to enjoy fishing with my family when I was younger. The image of someone fishing paints itself like a memory.
Sanha: I’ve only been to a waterpark once since I was born but it was a lot of fun. I want to go again.
Eunwoo: The sun’s up longer during the summer. It makes me remember how it would still be sunny out even though school has ended and I’m playing soccer. My dad’s really been into hiking lately and I want to tag along too.
MJ: A weather where you have to avoid the sun! Doesn’t it totally seem like a song title to you? I want to eat watermelon underneath a shady tree.
Rocky: Maybe because I’d sweat more than I usually do but diet is what comes to mind first. Rather than hitting the gym, I want to try a sport that I can enjoy doing so I’m thinking of starting swimming this summer.

Is dieting important even to male idols? Do you regulate your meals as well?
I usually dance intensely so I don’t see the need to purposely go on a diet. When we finish filming for our music videos, I would hear that I’ve unknowingly lost weight.
Moonbin: Before debuting, my diet meals were personally planned and I would have chicken breast and eggs in the mornings. If I’m busy then it’s one apple. I would eat like that. We’ve decided that we’ll now manage our own selves.
Eunwoo: We don’t pay as much attention to it as girl groups. But even so, we would each put in some care when there’s an important filming and if the other seems like he’s gained weight then we would tell him.

Is there anything after debuting that you want to be better at or something that has attracted your interest?
I think I need to continue studying up foreign languages. When we perform overseas, I think it’s polite that we learn their trendy words, dances, etc.. Because we have to do even better.
Moonbin: Me too! And having stamina is more important than I thought. We were always overflowing with energy pre-debut so I didn’t think there was a need to worry about our staminas but as we continuously carried out promotions, I can feel that my stamina’s deteriorating.
JinJin: I’ve recently developed an interest in fashion. If previously I only stuck to the hip-hop style that I like then now I’m finding ways to wear clothes that fit my body and physical frame.
MJ: I think managing my stamina and just generally taking care of myself is necessary. I try to eat some nutritional supplements too.
Rocky: Seeing as how I’m a rapper, I’ve been thinking lately about how I should read more books. There’s a limit to how much I can write using just my own experiences. I’m reading <Kim Eana’s Songwriting Method> and not too long ago I asked Eunwoo hyung to loan me one of his books. It’s a book called <Sincerely Yours> but I’ve yet to start on it.
Sanha: I’m relearning the basics of guitar (playing). I want to be better at it. I also want to show acoustic versions of our songs.

That reminds me, aren’t you having your first solo concert in July? Is there a stage that each of you are dreaming of?
I want to put a smile on the faces of fans who are coming to watch our concert. I’m thinking of having a stage with JinJin.
JinJin: I’m not going to do it with you (laughs). After debuting, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to really show my rap so I want to show off a dark rap that matches with original hip-hop.
Rocky: I want to show off a dance stage that’s worthy of hearing comments like 'legendary’ and 'the best’. We don’t have that kind of image yet.
Eunwoo: Shall I go home today and upload one? With a title that says 'ASTRO’s legend’.

Do you have male fans too?
We do! There are those who come to our fansigns too.
Sanha: I feel somewhat reassured when I see male fans. Seeing as how we’re males ourselves, I’m thankful and it’s nice meeting them.
Rocky: It makes me think that I have to do better, that I have to set an example.
MJ: I get excited if I hear a male voice when fans are cheering at music broadcasts. The sounds of the cheers become bolder.
Eunwoo: “Eunwoo hyuuungung~” I hear stuff like that.

Is there a recent moment where you felt slightly happy?
When there’s time to spare after we wrap up practice, we’d go for a movie together or to the spa. Moments like those are fun.
JinJin: We played futsal together not too long ago and then all of us went to the bath house before going for gopchang.
MJ: Ah, that was nice. I was happy.
Eunwoo: One platter serves three people but MJ hyung and I ate four platters to ourselves.
Rocky: It’s not something that happened recently but lately I’ve been thinking about how we would hold performances every week at Lotte World pre-debut. Having to show different stages every week was taxing at that time but I think it allowed us to attempt a lot of new stages. The stages we can show are limited when we’re promoting.

The title track, 'Confession’, off your third mini album had the theme of “Don’t be taken by the bad boys and date me instead.” From a guy’s point of view, what kind of guy is crappy?
I’ve never thought about it in depth but I think someone whose actions are slow and who’s kind of frustrating is whatever.
JinJin: You’re totally attacking me huh?
Moonbin: Because I really hate things that frustrate me (laughs). But I think it’s a problem too if his personality is feisty and hot-tempered. Even if my sister were to date someone like me, I think it’ll suck for her.

This time it’s a self-attack, haha. How about the other members?
I won’t attack (laughs). Firstly, I hope the girl doesn’t date someone who she’s unable to communicate with. And someone who’s tactless when it comes to feelings. I want to tell her to date a guy who understands girls and who respects her.
Rocky: A person with no manners is whatever. You’ll realise things like that quickly. Usually someone who’s good to their parents are good to other people as well.
MJ: I think it’s really important that a person has manners. Don’t carelessly speak what’s on your mind.
Eunwoo: A person who doesn’t keep to their promises is seriously whatever. Isn’t a guy who’s kind of strict on himself a good guy?
Sanha: Someone who lies! You shouldn’t date someone who’s not truthful.

That reminds me, how did you spend Parent’s Day that passed not too long ago?
I sent a selfie of myself in the family chat room (laughs). 5th May is my parent’s anniversary as well so I really wanted us to have a meal together but we weren’t able to.
Rocky: I timed when my parents would wake up and gave them a call. I wanted to thank them but ended up accidentally congratulating them.
MJ: I wanted to do a video call with my parents but they were driving so they were satisfied with just a normal call. I wanted to show them myself though…

You’re now going all out on promotions again. Is there anything that you wanted to say and that you practiced saying for when you win no.1 or for an important occasion?
Seeing as how I’m the leader, Eunwoo and I made a list in a notebook of the people that we should say our thanks to.
Eunwoo: Yup, we did. Relaying our thanks is important too but I want to tell each of the members something. What kind of words they are is a secret.
Moonbin: I was casted when I was in 6th grade. I really want to thank the person who picked me then. He’s like a mother to me.
Rocky: I was in 5th grade then. I also want to relay my thanks to that person. And I think it’ll be nice if the members each said something that was heartfelt. We’ve had our opportunities to say those words but still, I’m sure there are words we’re holding in our hearts that we haven’t been able to say.
Sanha: As for me, it’s of course my parents! I want to tell them that I’m thankful they gave birth to me and that even if I was born again, I want to be born as their son. Seems like I’ve said it all here.
MJ: I want to hug my members and we’d all shout together. Until our make-up’s erased away. Until the broadcast ends!

Translations by @99pm​h
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Imagine #29 All in your head

PS: For the anon who asked me to write this imagine based on the song “All in my head” I hope it’s okay :) This song reminds me of the relationship I had with my best friend and this imagine is actually what happened between us.

You were lying on your bed, crying and staring at the ceiling. You were like this for two days already; the fact that Neymar started dating Bruna hurt you more than you would have ever thought.

If only he didn’t mess up your head, he gave you all that hope that made you believed he felt the same for you, but clearly he didn’t. You two were good friends for a long time and you fell in love with him almost five months ago. He was always so nice to you and he really did care about you.

As you were lying on your bed, you took your phone and started reading old texts of you and Neymar.

“Hey beauty”
“Good night my dear (y/n)”
“You looked beautiful today”

“Why would he text me all this if he didn’t feel anything towards me? Why did he have to do this, why did he gave me all this false hope? He played with my feelings.” You thought to yourself and started remembering all those moments you two had together

*New Year’s eve*

You two were in front of the stage with your friends singing loudly and dancing. Suddenly you felt a hand on hour hip, pulling you closer, you looked and noticed it was Neymar. He was standing at the back of you and he was pulling you closer to him as you continued dancing, he kissed your exposed neck and danced with you in front of him, showing hi your back.

*El Clasico*

It was a hard game, it was already the second half and it was 0:0. You went to see Neymar and to support him. He reserved special places for you and your friends. In was the 83 minute when Barcelona scored their first goal. An assist from Messi to Neymar. Neymar celebrated his goal running towards your seats and pointed at you with his finger.

Thinking about all those moments made you cry even more, you were confuse by everything that was going on. You were thinking about talking with him about it, since you two didn’t talk for almost a week. Therefore, you decided to text him; you needed to get everything out of your chest.

“Can we meet?”

After a while you got his answer “Sure, when?”

“Can I come over in half an hour?”

“Okay, see you later than!”

When you finally came, your heart was beating fast. You started regretting coming to talk to him, but the damage was already done.
You walked inside and saw Neymar playing FIFA.

“Oh hey, how are you?” He said as he noticed you walked inside the living room. He didn’t stop the game until you walked in front of the TV.

“Am, can you please move, I’m winning!” He said annoyed. Then he noticed your eyes were full of tears, so he pressed pause and concentrated on you.

“(y/n) what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He stood up from the sofa and wanted to walk to you but you moved away, letting him know that you didn’t want him near you.

“How long is this thing going on… Between you and Bruna?” You asked quietly staring at the ground.

“For little more than a month…” He said, knowing what was the reason that made you upset.

“And what about all those things you said to me? About how you would date a girl like me, that I look beautiful, that you miss me when we don’t see each other? Were those all lies?”

You paused and looked straight in to him with tears falling down your cheek. He felt bad seeing you like this, since he was the reason for your tears and he did care about you.

“No, (y/n), I…”

“You always gave me all that attention; you told your friends that I’m only yours… Were you just playing with me?! How could you?”

“No, I would never do that! I love you, believe me, but it’s just that I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

You were getting mad, because all you could think was that it was just an excuse. You were used to being rejected by boys.

“Yeah right… You know what; what I thought we had, was probably just all in my head. Forget about it.” You said and walked to the front door. Just when you opened the door, Neymar grabbed your arm.

“You were more than a friend to me, but I had to let you go, so I did. But there was a time when I wanted to be with you.”

You pushed your hand from him, not looking back at him.

“Well, you’re clearly over it now. Good bye Neymar” You said in tears and walked to your car leaving him standing alone at the front door.

You sat in your car and crushed in to tears, your heart was broken. Knowing that he actually felt the same one time, made everything even worse, since he started dating, another girl, but you could have had him. When you calmed down you went, back home and decided to forget about him and let him go, thinking to yourself “It was probably just a silly crush anyway”, even though you knew your feelings for Neymar were more than that.

Preference Series {AU: Aboard the Titanic} Night Time Talks (His POV)

Sorry it took so long! AP Testing happened, and Zayn was giving me writer’s block. Lol. Here’s the next installment! I hope you enjoy it!

~ Chrissy

Master List

Part 5


Harry: He’s in First Class.

               The First Class Reading and Writing Room was empty at this hour of the night, but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the silence for a change, and it allowed me to focus on my book.

               My hands held one of my favorites, The Hounds of Baskerville. I always loved a good mystery, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle always delivered.

               My nursemaid had introduced the stories to me, reading the first works by Doyle that contained Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Eventually, when I had learned to read, I could not get my nose out of the copy, and I had to have more.

               Unfortunately, my father and grandfather never approved of my love for fiction. They preferred I spent my time learning about the stock market or about my family’s history, so I had no choice in the matter of what I could read.

               However, my nursemaid, who encouraged my love for Sherlock Holmes’ stories, would occasionally gift me a copy or let me borrow one of her copies.

               God, how I missed that elderly woman. She took so much from the alpha males of my family, who ultimately fired her for encouraging my “childish conduct.”

               It was a sad day when she left, but I wrote to her often.

               In my next letter, I would tell her about another nursemaid that I had met, and how, in some ways, she reminded me of her.

               I wouldn’t get into too much detail about Y/N. I wouldn’t tell her how beautiful I thought she was or how I wanted to get to know her. If I told my nursemaid any of my true feelings about Y/N, I would surely not hear the end of it.

               She would tease me about falling in love.

               The thought made me smile.

               But I wasn’t in love…just infatuated.

               Yes, I brought my hand up to rest my chin on, just infatuated. Nothing more.

               Why was I bothering with such thoughts, though? I managed to distract myself from my book, and it wasn’t often I could find the time and place to take it out.

               I let out a sigh, shaking my head as I turned the page and continued reading.


               The door to the room swung open, but it was the sound of footsteps that alerted me of it; the door never hit the wall.

               "Oh! I’m sorry…I didn’t know that someone was here                                                                                                                                                                                                                    …“


               I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. What was she doing here so late at night?

               "Sir?“ she looked just as shocked as I felt.

               I marked my place in my book before closing it and setting it on the table beside the armchair I sat in. I got up and walked towards Y/N, who seemed to have frozen in place the moment she had realized it was me.

               I didn’t mind, though. I got a nice view of her in her nightgown and robe; her hair was down, flowing freely and not in that tight bun she was donning earlier.

               This was probably the prettiest I’ve seen her.

               "I-I thought no one would be up here this late. Excuse me, Sir,” she suddenly turned from me, heading towards the exit, but I wouldn’t let her get away that easy.

               I grabbed her tiny wrist in my large hand, and for a moment, wondered how a grown woman could be so small.

               I was brought from that thought when I felt her flinch at my light touch. I hadn’t been holding her that roughly…

               "Are you okay?“ I found myself asking instead of what I really wanted to say.

               She seemed to have calmed down, "I am…I just didn’t expect you to…”

               Something told me there was more to it than that, but I still had trouble getting her to call me by my first name instead of “Sir;” getting her to tell me about what bothers her would be close to impossible at this point.

               "I’m sorry, then, Y/N, but it seemed like you wanted to be here when you came in. Don’t let my presence deter you from your original desire. In fact, I would love your company.“

               She gave me a faint, tired smile, "I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come here and write a letter to my family back home.”

               She revealed the stationary and pen she had kept in the pocket of her robe.

               "Then, by all means,“ I pulled out a chair for her from the nearest table, gesturing for her to take a seat.

               "Thank you,” she sat down, allowing me to push her chair back in.

               As she unfolded the paper in front of her and smoothed it out on the table, I walked around to sit across from her. I rested my chin on the back of my hands, leaning over the smooth surface to watch her begin her letter.

               Her handwriting was exquisite, and she wrote fast; I could tell she knew what she wanted to say.

               "Do you often write to your family?“ I questioned.

               She nodded, "I do it whenever I can’t sleep.”

               "So you have trouble sleeping?“ I frowned, putting two and two together.

               She realized her faux pas, and her hand stilled. She looked up at me, "Sometimes.”

               "Oh. That is unfortunate…“

               Silence once again, and it tortured me. I wanted to get to know her better.

               "What is your family like? I’m sure you saw mine at supper,” I grinned at her.

               "Well, I have a father, two younger sisters, and a younger brother,“ she replied, not looking up from her letter.

               "So your mother is…”

               "She died giving birth to my youngest sister.“

               "Oh…I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean…” I quickly straightened up, feeling horrible for bringing up such a topic.

               She gave me an assuring smile, “It’s okay. It was a long time ago, after all.”

               "Do you mind me asking what she was like?“

               Y/N put her pen down, letting out a sigh, but now, I had her full attention.

               "My father says I remind him of her. We look alike, to him, but I never saw the resemblance. As a child,” she snickered, “I used to think she was a runaway princess. She was beyond beautiful, inside and out.”

               I smiled, resting the side of my head on my hands. Y/N was oblivious to her own beauty, and that just made her more gorgeous in my eyes.

               "I used to follow her around the small cottage we had, copying everything she did because I so much wanted to be like her,“ she laughed, looking down at her lap. "She used to catch butterflies on her head.”

               I furrowed my brows at that statement, “On her head?”

               Y/N nodded, “They loved her scent, so when she was still enough, one would land on her head and stay there. I was always jealous because I wanted a butterfly to find me appealing.”

               It seemed like that was all she wanted to tell about her mother, so I went to speak only to stop when she opened her mouth again.

               "I didn’t believe my father when he told me she was gone.“

               She looked melancholy now, and I could tell that time hadn’t healed all the wounds left from her mother’s untimely death.

               I got up from my chair and moved the one next to her closer to her. I sat down, and Y/N met my gaze, tears threatening to spill over.

               And, somehow, I knew what to do.

               I never had to comfort a crying woman before, but here I was, holding her in my arms as she sobbed into my chest.

               She cried for a bit before coming to her senses and separating them.

               I missed her warmth and scent, but I didn’t say anything.

               I just thought stupid things like how, if I was a butterfly, I would’ve landed on her head.

Liam: He’s a Crewmember.

               I couldn’t sleep. Nights before this, I had no trouble, but we hadn’t been out to sea during that time…

               I don’t know why I felt so anxious. I was tired; my body ached after hours of shoveling coal in the engine rooms, but my brain seemed to be on constant alert.

               My sheets were kicked off, and I was wearing nothing but my cotton pants, which I had been a fool to sleep in.

               Knowing there was no way I was going to get any rest tonight, I got up with a sigh and climbed down from my top bunk.

               I put on my shirt, one of the only two I had to wear while working. It had been dirty earlier, but Y/N had been nice enough to clean it for me while I bathed. She also had cleaned my work shorts, which I was grateful for. I only had one pair of those, and they were beginning to smell.

               God, I must have looked like a mess to her, covered in soot and sweat, but she still gave me the time of day.

               I grinned to myself as I pulled on my shorts and threw my pants back onto my bunk. If and when my brain decided to let me sleep, I’d come back and put them on before going to bed.


               The Third Class General Room would be empty this time of night, so I felt comfortable going there. The ship had been designed to make sure that the crew and passengers never met, but I got lucky. I met Y/N.

               When I opened the door to my destination, I was graced with a sight that I would never forget.

               She was an angel, lying on one of the benches in her nightgown and robe; the moonlight illuminated the soft skin of her cheek while the other side of her face was in the shadows, resting on her folded hands. On the floor beside her was a ball of yarn and a project she had to be working on before she fell asleep.

               I didn’t know what to do.

               Should I wake her?

               No. That was entirely too rude, and I didn’t have the heart to do so. She looked so at peace, and after chasing those two rambunctious siblings of hers, she must have been tired.

               Should I leave?

               And go where? Back to my room to stare at the ceiling some more? The picture before me was a prettier thing to admire. Besides, I shouldn’t leave her alone like this, where anyone could take advantage of her.

               In the end, I sat on the bench next to her sleeping head, resting my right arm on the arm of the bench.

               From where I was sitting, I could only see her backside, but her hair looked so soft. I was tempted by it, especially that lock that seemed to have fallen in front of her face.

               Before I thought much about it, I gently pulled the strands of hair that were close to her face back, watching them fall down her side and towards the bench.

               I nearly jumped out of my skin when she let out a sigh. I jerked my hand away and watched, with bated breath as the sleeping beauty turned onto her back.

               Her eyelashes fluttered as she brought up her arms to stretch, and, boy, she looked adorable.

               "Sleep well?” I asked, a smile making its way onto my features.

               Y/N froze in her stretch before shooting up into a sitting position. Her hair formed a halo as her head spun to look over at me.

               "Liam!“ she pressed a hand to her chest. "You scared me!”

               "Sorry,“ I chuckled lightly.

               "What are you doing here? How long have you…?”

               "I could ask you the same thing, Love.“

               She blushed at the last word, looking down at her lap, "I came up here because I couldn’t sleep…”

               She looked down at the needles and yarn she had discarded on the floor, “I knit to calm myself.”

               "Calm yourself?“ I frowned, slightly confused.

               She nodded, meeting my gaze, "When I can’t sleep, it’s usually because I’m thinking too much, and knitting makes me focus until my mind stops swimming.”

               It kind of made sense to me, though I had never knit before. My mother liked to crochet gloves, scarves, and hats for me, but I never really watched her or bothered to learn.

               "What are you making?“ I questioned.

               "Oh, well, when it’s finished,” she bent down and held up her work, “it’s going to be a sweater for the baby.”

               "How can you make a sweater from one rectangle?“ I reached out and felt it.

               Y/N giggled, "You make the shapes you want and sew them together.”

               "You know how to do all that?“ I raised a brow as she put the future sweater back down.

               "I do,” she grinned, looking proud of herself. “My grandmother taught me.”

               "Oh…it’s great that you have such a skill.“

               "I’m almost done with it, so if you want…” she trailed off, looking away before looking straight into my eyes, “I can make you a scarf…”

               I didn’t say anything; I was too happy to.

               But the silence made Y/N a little antsy.

               "Oh! I’m sorry. Did you want something else? I would knit you a sweater, too, but it would take me more time because you’re not as tiny as a baby. Also, I don’t think there would be enough time before we arrive–“

               "A scarf is fine,” I chuckled, putting my hand on hers to stop her rambling.

               "O-okay,“ she looked down at our hands. "What color would you like?”

               I watched her in amusement as she tried to keep herself composed. She clearly hadn’t been touched by a man before, even with as pure intentions as mine, “I don’t care. Whatever you have is fine.”

               "How about black and white?“

               "Both?” my eyes were back on her face, wide in shock.

               "Yes,“ she said as if it were nothing.

               "You can do alternating colors?”

               She nodded her head, “It’s not that hard, really.”

               "Are you sure?“ I asked with a slight frown. I didn’t want her spending all her free time knitting for me.

               "Yes, I am. I should have it done for you in two days time.”

               Two days? Was she a master at knitting?

               "Alright, then. Thank you,“ I gave her a smile that she returned.

               Time passed in comfortable silence, and I had never felt so content just sitting with a person. I felt myself relaxing beside her, my hand still holding hers, and I began to wonder if I could fall asleep right then and there.

               But Y/N was the first to show signs of sleepiness.

               "Excuse me!” she exclaimed, bringing her opposite hand from her mouth after a yawn.

               "Tired, Love?“

               "A bit,” she yawned again. “Excuse me…”

               "It’s okay. Why don’t I walk you back to your cabin?“

               "Okay,” she got up with me, letting me keep my hand wrapped around hers.

               "Don’t forget your sweater,“ I leaned down and picked up the yarn and needles.

               Her lips curved into a tired grin as she held them to her chest.

               When we finally made it back to her cabin, she could barely keep her eyes open, and I was beginning to yawn.

               "Thank you, Liam. For everything,” she said, turning to face me.

               "It was no problem, Y/N. Thank you for offering to knit a scarf for me…“

               "That’s nothing compared to all the help you’ve been giving me.”

               I felt bashful at her words and looked down at our joined hands.

               I didn’t want to let go.

               "Well,“ she sighed, causing me to lift my head and see her dazzling smile, "goodnight, Liam.”

               "Goodnight, Love.“

               Her fingers then slid from mine, and all warmth vanished with her.

Louis: He’s a Stowaway.

               I woke up in a terrible sweat and practically drenched, but the first place I looked was over at the person in the bed.

               Her back rhythmically rose and fell underneath the sheets, and it helped steady my own racing heart.

               The nightmare had been too life-like even though the ship was deemed "unsinkable.”

               I needed a drink and a way to cool down, so I swung my legs over the side of the settee only to feel something soft beneath my feet.

               I furrowed my brows at the sensation before looking down to see a blanket…I picked it up with my left hand before feeling it with my right. This was…

               I looked over at Y/N.

               She must have put this on me once I had fallen asleep.

               I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile.

               She doesn’t hate me…

               I put the blanket aside before getting up and walking over to the sink. I turned the cold faucet on and cupped my hands. I drank, enjoying the fresh water in my mouth and the cool droplets running down my jaw.

               Once I was satisfied, I splashed my face with the water a few times, using my hands to bring it through my hair and across my neck.

               I turned off the water and grabbed my towel that I had hung on the corner of the mirror. I was in the middle of drying my face when…


               Her voice was so soft, as if she meant to caress with her words.

               "Yes, Miss Y/N?” I answered, reaching up to hang the towel.

               "What are you doing up so late?“ she inquired, and I heard the rustling of sheets followed by her footsteps.

               I saw that she was now behind me. The mirror showed a gorgeous woman, dressed in a silk nightgown with her hair cascading down her back, free and wild from her constant tossing and turning.

               "Are you feeling well?”

               I turned to look down at her, crossing my arms over my chest, “I’m fine. What are you doing up, Love?”

               "Don’t use my own question without answering it!“ she frowned, mimicking my posture.

               I smirked at her. Even at this time, she was as feisty, "For your information, Miss Y/N, it is none of your concern whether I am asleep or awake.”

               Her frown deepened before she spun around, nearly whipping me with her H/C locks, and stomped to her bed, “Excuse me for worrying!”

               With that, she lied down and covered herself with her sheets, making sure her back was to me.

               I sighed before deciding I hadn’t had enough of her just yet. I headed over to her bed and sat down right next to her.

               It wasn’t long before she was sitting up with the biggest of scowls on her face, “What do you think you’re doing?”

               "Well, we are married. Shouldn’t married couples share a bed?“

               Her face turned three different shades of red before settling on the darkest.

               "Don’t be ridiculous! We are not married, and we will never be married. Therefore, your conduct is completely inappropriate! Please go back to sleep over there,” she gestured towards the settee.

               I noticed the blanket and remembered her kindness.

               I looked away from her before obeying.

               I headed over to the settee, settling myself down. Once I was in a comfortable position on my side, facing away from Y/N, I covered myself with the blanket.

               All was quiet until…



               There was a pause before, “I’m sorry I was so harsh. It’s just…when I saw you up I began to worry.”

               "There’s nothing to worry about. I just had a bit of a nightmare. Nothing terrible,“ I yawned.

               Her sheets moved again, and then I was blinded by the cabin’s light.

               "Bloody Hell…” I groaned, covering my eyes with the back of my arm. “What did you do that for?”

               Suddenly, I felt two hands on my arm, pulling me up but failing to an extent that deserved pity.

               I lifted the arm she held, twisting to look up at her through squinted eyes, “What is it?”

               "Come with me,“ she urged.

               "Where?” I arched a brow, the beginnings of a smile forming on my lips.

               She tried to suppress her own grin but failed miserably.

               "Just come.“

               I did as she asked, not knowing why or where, but this was the first time she showed any spontaneity. I was excited to see what would come of it.

               She led me out into the hall, up a few flights of stairs, and through a door to the Second Class Promenade.

               The chilly sea air hit me like a bucket of ice water on a hot summer day.

               I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of the water as the ship made her way through it.

               But Y/N didn’t stop walking.

               Her delicate hands were still wrapped around my arm, as she took me for a stroll along the deck.

               Once I knew she wasn’t going to explain herself, I spoke up, "Why here?”

               She looked up at me, a smile making its way onto her features, “Whenever I had nightmares…my father would take me for a walk outside, through the neighborhood. It didn’t matter what time of night, what the weather was like, or how old I was. And it always helped.”

               "But you forget I’m not a child, Miss. Y/N,“ I grinned at her, putting my hand on top of one of hers.

               "Really?” she arched a brow, slipping her hand out from underneath mine. “You act like one sometimes, Louis.”

               I chuckled at her insult, knowing she meant no harm by it.

               "But believe me, Love. I am more of a man…“ I took her last hand off of my arm and brought it to my lips. After a bestowing a peck upon it, I looked up at her, ”…than a child.“

               And in the moonlight, her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink.

               I let go of her, "So…” I cleared my throat, “what did you and your father talk about on these midnight outings?”

               "The future. His hopes. My dreams,“ she walked along beside me.

               "Shall we talk of them?”

               "Only if you share yours as well.“

               "Alright,” I nodded my head before throwing her smirk. “Ladies first.”

               She gave me the most adorable pout that I would’ve given in to if she hadn’t started to speak.

               "In the future, I see myself as a bestselling author, and I have a brownstone on the nicer side of New York City, overlooking the water…“

               "Is that it? Do you live all alone in that brownstone?”

               "Well, maybe I’ll have a housekeeper or butler, but other than that…“

               "Sounds pretty lonely, if you ask me.”

               "I suppose…“

               "Do you never wish to settle down with a husband?” I questioned, finding it quite strange for a girl her age.

               "I wouldn’t say that…If I meet the right man,“ she sighed as she rested her head on the rail, looking out at the dark sea, "I’ll marry him and have a couple of children with him…”

               "Did you tell your father this?“

               "I did, and he told me that all he requests is for me to be happy.”

               "I see…“

               For a moment, all I could hear was the sea, and I thought that, maybe, I got away with not telling her my dreams.

               But, alas…

               "Your turn, Louis.”

               "Hmm…“ I leaned back against the rail beside her, crossing my arms over my chest, "I don’t really have dreams…They’re more like goals.”

               "Oh?“ she straightened, giving me her undivided attention.

               "I want to work in New York City, make a decent living, and bring my family over there.”


               And I was honest, looking her straight in her e/c eyes, when I said, "I never thought that far.”

Niall: He’s in Third Class.

               I walked down the Third Class Passenger halls, sighing periodically.

               I really couldn’t sleep with all the noise my bunkmates were creating. Rooming with a family that has a father that snores as loud as the Titanic’s horn wasn’t going to allow me to. Everyone else in the room was sleeping soundly, used to the man’s sounds, but I had been lucky to have lived in a two-bedroom house back in Ireland. My father was too far to be heard, and my brother has been gone for long enough, now, that his nightly songs were a horror I had gotten used to living without.

               I remember the day he came home, announcing he had just used half of his savings to buy a ticket to America.

               At first, our parents were furious and almost crucified him for spending his money so carelessly, but I was focused on the fact that he was leaving us.

               I grew up with Greg. He was my best friend, and I followed him everywhere.

               One ticket on a ship headed across the Atlantic didn’t allow me to do so.

               Yet here I was.

               I snickered.

               I was still following him.

               I was going to America with the same goal in mind, and I had met a girl…

               I frowned, mentally rebuking myself for thinking Lady Y/N was the same for me as Denise was for Greg. I wasn’t going to marry her, and there was no way she ever would look at me in such a way. She was probably bored–though, I don’t know how should could be–with her high society teas and luxuries. She saw me by chance and decided I’d be a good form of entertainment.

               I didn’t mind that.

               She was going to teach me how to read, which would help me secure a better job than my brother had, and she entertained me, too.

               There wasn’t much for a Third Class passenger to do except play cards or walk around.

               She was someone to talk to.

               And she was temporary.

               The last thought didn’t sit well in me, though. I wanted to think of her as at least a friend, even though she was a lady of the rich. I didn’t have friends like her at home.  All of my companions were male, and I didn’t interact with the girls of my hometown much. Between working and nights out for drinks with my friends, I didn’t really pay much attention.

               At the bar, some of the men in our group would flirt with the woman tending to our table, and some were, I admit, pretty. None caught my eye, though.

               And after meeting a girl like Lady Y/N…I don’t think any self-respecting man could go back.


               I was brought from my reminiscing to see Lady Y/N, standing opposite me, behind the gate at the bottom of the Third Class staircase.

               They locked these gates to keep the Third Class from intermixing with the upper of the two classes. Only certain staff members had keys, and the chances of getting one to give you a key were pretty slim.

               "Lady Y/N?” I approached the gate, feeling the cool metal as I curled my fingers around it.

               She frowned at my propriety, “Y/N.”

               "Sorry,“ I said, bowing my head and wetting my lips, "but what are you doing here?”

               "I came to see you,“ she grinned, her eyes sparkling.

               My heart leapt into my throat, giddy from her words, but I hid my happiness, "Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

               "I could ask you the same question,“ she arched a brow before letting out an airy chuckle.

               I let out a sigh, "You really shouldn’t be down here…”

               She rolled her eyes, “Calm down. Everyone’s asleep, and we’re both wide awake. Why should we be lonely?”

               God in Heaven save me; her smile lit up the halls, and I found myself unable to deny such radiance of anything.

               "So how was supper?“

               Her face brightened even more, if that was possible, as if she knew my question was my white flag.

               "It was delicious, and the food was to die for,” her smile dropped, “though, I fear I cannot say the same about the company.”

               I furrowed my brows, “Who did you dine with?”

               "My parents and…“ she hesitated for a moment before saying, "some friends of the family.”


               She nodded, "The mother seems nice, but the father and son…”

               She cringed.

               "I understand, but at least the food was good,“ I pointed out, trying to bring back some of the light to the conversation.

               "Why? Was your supper not satisfactory?” she asked, her pixie-like smile returning.

               "No. On the contrary, it was probably one of the best meals I’ve had.“

               "Oh? What was it then?”

               "Some pork and potatoes with fresh bread and fruit afterwards.“

               Her face lifted in surprise, "That’s all?”

               "Um…yes. That was what I had,“ I said, slightly confused by her reaction.

               "I’ve read in books about the working class, but–please forgive me for saying this–I couldn’t believe such stories!”

               "Why? What did you eat?“

               "Well, the first course included various hors d'oeuvres. The second course consisted of a choice between soup or salad, and what a variety of soups and salads there were! It was so hard to choose, and…” she trailed off before locking her eyes within my gaze.

               "What’s wrong?“ I asked, wondering why she had ceased in telling me about her meal.

               "Nothing,” she shook her head, shrugging. “I’m just wondering why I’m telling you about my supper when I could just have you eat it one of these nights!” she stated with the happiest of expressions on her face.

               I frowned at her suggestion, “But I can’t go to supper with you.”

               Her face dropped, “Why not?”

               "Well…I’m in Third Class, and as you can see from these gates,“ I sighed, hanging my head, "they don’t really want the classes to mix…”

               All was silent after that, and for a moment, I thought she had left, finally realizing the inevitable, but as always, Y/N surprised me.

               I felt soft finger tips on top of my calloused ones, and I felt all the heat in my body rush to my cheeks as I met her soft gaze.

               "Niall, we’ve already mixed the classes by spending our day together, “ she pointed out with a matter-of-fact smile, "and I don’t care what is proper anymore.”


               "All my life, my parents made sure I had little to no contact with people outside of our own social standing. The few friends I have were chosen for me, and I would bet my whole fortune that I will end up marrying someone chosen for me. For once, I want to decide who I get to be around. For once, I want to be with someone of my own choosing, so please, Niall, come to supper with me.”

               How could I say no to her? How could anyone say no to the prettiest girl on the planet while she was pouring a fraction of her heart out to you?

               I couldn’t.

               "Fine,“ I bowed my head, "but when?”

               "Tomorrow!“ she exclaimed, her blinding smile back.

               "Okay, but then you have to come to supper in the Third Class Dining Room the following night.”

               Her eyes widened in surprise, “You really want me to?”

               I nodded, feeling a bit worried that she would turn me down.

               "That sounds great!“ she practically screamed before pressing herself up against the gate and bestowing a kiss on my already flushed cheek.

               Before I could react in any sort of way, she took off back down the hall to where she had come from, "I’ll see you at the library tomorrow after breakfast! Goodnight, Niall!”

               And all I could do was stand there, smiling like a fool with a hand to my cheek.

Zayn: He’s in Second Class.

               You woke up to a mouth full of smoke. Coughing so hard that it hurt, you sat up in bed to find yourself in your childhood home, your home before the orphanage.

               You knew immediately that this was a dream, nothing more than your mind’s torturous way of reminding you of what you once had.

               You’ve experienced this dream before; it haunted your sleep throughout the years, but you could never escape it until you saw your parents for the very last time…again.

               Everything felt so real, so in the moment, and you were running, inhaling the toxins that filled the air despite your every effort not to.

               You slammed open the door, rushing out into the hallway. You look towards the stairs where the smoke came from and covered your mouth as you began to ascend it.

               The part of you that knew that this was all a nightmare screamed for you to wake up because what was up those stairs and behind a door was the fire…and your parents. A sight that a young child should never have seen was waiting for you.

               Despite your conscious’ desperate pleas, you opened up the door. You willed your eyes open and saw the flames in the curtains, spilling onto the carpet and bed before it. Two figures were screaming for their lives, too busy with the fires engulfing them to notice their child had entered.

               "Mommy! Daddy! No!“ you screamed so loud that your voice seemed to cut through your throat, too big for it.

               Then you felt yourself being restrained, being pulled away from the only people you loved. You thrashed and fought with all your might as the scene before you faded away to grey.

               "Y/N! Y/N, wake up!”


               I woke to the sound of the cabin door hitting the wall.

               Startled by the noise, I scrambled to get out of the settee, my sketchbook falling to the floor along with my pencils.

               I threw the sheets back onto the cushions before stepping into my trousers and securing them around my waist. In the process of fixing my belt, which I had left in the hoops of my pants, in place, I stumbled through the open doorway and out into the hallway.

               I looked to my left to find no one there, but to my right…I saw Y/N.

               She was running like a madwoman, as if her life depended on her getting to her destination.

               Fearing the worst if she were caught, I ran after her, still barefoot and shirtless.

               She rounded a corner, and I knew she was heading for the stairs. I also knew there was no way I was going to catch up to her at this rate, especially if she kept her pace.

               I couldn’t stop, though, so I followed her, up the stairs and into the First Class Promenade.

               She paused in the doorway. She wobbled a little, and I reached out to grab her before she could fall.

               The minute my arms settled around her, she began to fight. Her limbs stretched out, flailing and looking for the person who held her back when she wanted to, with every fiber of her being, take a step forward.

               It was then I knew she wasn’t awake.

               Her eyes were closed, and she began to scream.

               "Mommy! Daddy! No!“

               I covered her mouth with my hand, knowing she would draw attention if she hadn’t already.

               "Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” I called, hoping my voice somehow got through to her.

               She calmed a bit, becoming silent, but she still continued to struggle as I scooped one arm under her knees and lifted her up.

               "Y/N, I need you to wake up,“ I spoke, carrying her back to the stairs.

               She stilled, and I watched her face, waiting for any sign to tell me that she was okay. Her eyelashes fluttered before her Y/E/C eyes opened to meet mine.


               I nodded, a smile I tried to keep down lighting up my face.

               "Oh, thank God!“

               Her words came out in a sob as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her tears on my skin, and I promptly brought my hand to the back of her head, pressing her closer to me.

               "It was just a dream,” I whispered, resting my chin atop her hair.

               She cried harder in reply, her arms tightening around me, and I knew that there was more to the situation than what met the eye.

               This had been more than a simple nightmare.

               When we returned to the room, I kicked the door closed behind me and walked her over to the bed. With her still in my arms, I sat down on the edge of the mattress.

               By this time, her tears had finished, and she loosened her tight grip on my shoulders, looking up at me with her tired, yet gorgeous, eyes.

               "Do you want to tell me about it?“

               The question was out before I could think better of it, and I inwardly cursed, hoping I hadn’t triggered another onslaught of sorrow.

               Relief washed over my body as she moved her head up and down in a lazy motion, "May I?”

               "Of course.“

               She let out a breath, "Unfortunately, what I dreamed just now was not the result of my imagination.”

               "When I was little, I lived in a tiny town with my parents. I was their only child, though, my mother was…“ her exhale came out in pieces. "I was five years old when it happened. Riots ravaged the town, and many of its inhabitants were unhappy under the mayor’s law. My parents were innocent, but…”

               Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, “They set our house on fire, and we were fast asleep…”

               She chocked on a sob, ending her words as droplets ran down her red cheeks.

               "Shh…“ I hushed, wiping away her tears and cradling her in my arms.


               It did not take long for Y/N to fall asleep, and feeling quite ready to return to my own slumber, I moved her with a gentle hand, getting up before turning and lowering her to the bed.

               She stirred, grabbing my wrist just as I was about to pull away, "Zayn?”

               I froze.

               "Will you allow me to be indecent this one and only time?“

               My heartbeat quickened at her request, but I found myself saying, "Yes.”

               "Could you please lie with me tonight?“

               She was right in that the act of lying with a woman you had no intention of marrying was beyond improper, but how could I say no when she had just relived her parents’ death?

               I climbed into bed with her and turned onto my side, nearly at the edge, crossing my arms over my chest.

               Like this, I knew sleep would be hard to come by, but I refused to hold anyone but my wife in such a situation, even though my whole being itched with the desire to pull Y/N close to me and comfort her.

               No one could come in and reveal our impropriety, so, maybe, with the promise of secrecy…

               "Thank you, Zayn.”

               Her voice broke through my conflicting thoughts, and then the answer became clear.

               I switched positions on the bed, meeting her gaze as I faced her. My fingers found the small of her back, and I lightly pushed upon the area, hoping she would understand.

               She did; she moved closer, snuggling into my chest like a child, and I resolved to think of her like that. I would view her as one of my sisters, who, when we were children, would climb into bed with me whenever they had experienced a bad dream.

               But as time wore on and her breathing steadied, I realized I went to sleep faster with my sisters curled up against me.

               Here, with Y/N in my arms, I didn’t want to sleep.

               I wanted to watch her, memorize the curve of her cheek and the length of the lashes that lay upon them.

               As if feeling my eyes upon her, she buried her face into my bare chest, hiding her features from my sight.

               I stroked her back, resting my lips against the top of her head.

               I’m in trouble, aren’t I?

               I snickered at my own thoughts, giving into them.

               And then sleep came easy.

Red Lines - Chapter 1

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 8,556 words

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Through the Looking Glass

Summary: Uta is a glassmaker and has a frequent window-watcher.

Author’s note: If anyone is curious, this is based on a real place. Many years ago, I visited Venice. There is a large glass factory across the canal, and a smaller one on the mainland. Inside the glass shop, the pegasus sits. Tumblers and other glass things really do stay downstairs, and each is a work of art. As for the pelican with the fish in its bill? You can find them in all sorts of colors. Venetian glass is truly remarkable.

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My parents are hypocrites.
My brother’s in rehab for the third time this year because the track marks on his arms no longer looked like art.

She drinks one too many glasses of wine and tells old stories we’ve already heard before.
She spills family secrets everyone’s trying to forget.
She says, ‘You’ll miss me when I’m gone. I lost my mother when I was young and I would have never talked to her like that.’
I feel like I lost my mother a long time ago too.

Sleeping pills and heart attacks and divorces that never finalized.
Funerals that were never mine. Pity.

Being picked up from school by the drunk driver is scary.
Scary like the night my father punched a few holes in the wall and gave his favorite son a bloody nose and some black eyes because we were laughing too loudly.

I hate the smell of beer, reminds me of my dad.
I hate the smell of wine, reminds me of my mom.
I am fond of the sound of glass shattering, doors slamming, and you leaving, reminds me of home.

—  h.s.
And then there’s you. You’ve always been there for me. You managed to stay even if it’s tough and most of the time, painful. You did your best to make me see that you are the one for me. I am sorry I failed to see that. I’ve been so naive. I fell for his words, his promises. I trusted him completely, became too blinded by my love for him. All the while, you supported me because you know he makes me happy. Being his brings me bliss. Holding his hands makes my heart beat faster and with every stare, with every kiss, I can’t help but fall in love even deeper. For years, I’ve come to accept his flaws. For years, I struggled to change myself just so we could fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. For years, you’ve seen me break down because I felt I can’t be enough for him. For years, you reminded me that I am worthy of being loved and I deserve to be treated like the princess that I am. For years, I fought for him even if it means I am fighting alone. For years, you let me, because you knew that I had to do everything I could to save what we had and leave no place for regrets. He gave up on me a long time ago but still, I keep choosing him. I am sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you love me. I’m sorry because you have to go through all these with me because you never had the courage to walk away. I know I have to let him go and start anew. It’s quite easy to put them into words but extremely difficult to translate them into actions. It might take me a long while. There will be days when I feel like begging him to take me back. There will be nights when you are lulling me to sleep but I’d suddenly call out his name and wish that he’s the one who is holding me instead. There will be times when I’d push you away because I do not deserve you and hurt you more than I’ve ever hurt anyone else. I know this is a selfish thing to ask for. But still, I hope that you’d stay; that your love for me won’t falter. I can’t let him go at the moment because I still love him but I know I’d outgrow this love one day. I hope you’re still there for me when that time comes. Because by then, I’d be ready to take the risk and fall in love with you. I’d be ready for a new chapter knowing that you will always be there, waiting for me to come home.
—  Late-night thoughts (m.b)

I’m a divorce attorney, so I’m pretty hard core. But at my wedding, I cried exactly twice. It wasn’t when we got rained out and a year of planning went into the toilet. It wasn’t when my brother (who was to walk me down the aisle) called to say he would be 45 minutes late. It wasn’t when we almost set fire to the wooded venue (oops). Both times were due to my husband. In one instance, he spent a lot of time tracking down the perfect gift to commemorate our wedding. But the point at which I really lost it came from him remembering something he really should have forgotten. On our second date (literally), when I was still scarred and skittish because of my ex (aka The Dickbag - trust me, totally deserved. In our circle of friends, his name has become a verb for any situation where a guy is a Jekyll and Hyde in a relationship), my husband drew me a cute picture. I forgot it at dinner, and by the time I remembered, it had been thrown away. I was really upset because I’d intended to keep it. But years passed and I forgot because, you know, he’s given me a number of good memories over the years. But he remembered. He remembered how crushed I’d been on our second date, so long ago. He recreated that silly little doodle for me and gave it to me right after the ceremony, and I started to cry. He doesn’t get why it made me cry. He doesn’t get why I tear up every time I’m reminded of it. But that’s why I love the Westallen ring scene so much. Because that has so much love for me - remembering something that meant so much to her. For years. After she’d come to terms with it and moved on (perhaps with the occasional twinge of regret). And she probably doesn’t talk about it anymore because when and why would it come up? It’s just a personal regret for her. But Barry remembered. Anyone who doesn’t think that’s true love doesn’t understand the beauty of being so important to someone that they remember those little things about you that are just a part of your past, that maybe even you don’t think about yourself.