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I don’t buy it - Jon isn’t “a northern fool”


I just don’t buy it. I still believe that Jon is playing Danielle (btw we are using this name so it won’t show up in the search, not as an insult), going “undercover” as he did with the wildlings, to ensure she helps against the white walkers. Want to know why? Keep reading, but I warn you this got … very, very, very long. 

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bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.



Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.


He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,


It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.


Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.


The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.


One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.


Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.


Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.


Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.


“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.


Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”


His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

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Makoto Naegi, Chihiro Fujisaki, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Ryota Mitarai, Shuuichi Saihara, Kiibo, Kokichi Ouma & Rantarou Amami: Reactions to their s/o being flirted with, but they beat up the harasser Headcanons
Um, I hope you don’t mind that I changed it into flirting. I didn’t want to do anything that involves like, the s/o being touched without their consent, bc that makes me very uncomfortable, so I changed it into catcalling and flirting. (Which is ofc still harassing someone, especially if they don’t want it!) I’m sorry!! But I hope you enjoy it and thanks for requesting!! – Mod Chiaki

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anonymous asked:

\I don’t like that Cas was so quiet when Jack was going to disappear. Why how do you think Cas didn't say anything? Now he is going to leave for 5 episodes(?) for searching Jack without Sam and Dean, and Cas will probably feel guilty again... I don’t like it(

This whole scene was Jack fulfilling his “MIRROR OF ALL OF TFW” arc just as I have been saying since 12x19 he would. It was inevitable. All of TFW reacted exactly as I expected to exactly the points that are relevant to their own arc. It’s PERFECT.

THIS SCENE IS SO MUCH ABOUT CAS. His reaction to the Cas related portion is PERFECT.

CAS’ ISSUES ARE BEING PROJECTED INTO JACK’S ARC JUST AS I SAID THEY WOULD BE SO THEY CAN BE ADDRESSED (and Cas actually started to address them too in this episode in the car scene). IT’S GLORIOUS.

Take Jack’s words in this final scene and put them in Cas’ mouth anytime between season 7 - season 13. They fit perfectly because THIS IS JACK’S FUNCTION AS A MIRROR FOR CAS, SAM AND DEAN.

Sam, Dean and Cas all address slightly different points that he makes about himself in this speech. Because they are TFW and they help each other see that they are not bad in themselves and support each other and accept each others’ mistakes and their past and forgive each other to all be happy in the end.

Jack in this scene exposes that:

- he thinks he’s poison (Dean mirror)

- he loves them but feels he has to leave to protect them (Cas mirror) 

- he think’s he’s potentially a monster (Sam mirror) because sure he’s had things thrust on him out of his control but what IF he is therefore a monster inherently too?! 

THIS WAS INEVITABLE!!! I have been saying that this is what he would do since well forever! Because it was blatant! Because he’s a huge TFW mirror and this had to happen for the narrative to work that way!

Regarding Cas specifically:

Jack:Every time I try and do something good people get hurt… I don’t know what I am” (GIANT Cas mirror! AND THE CAMERA CUTS TO CAS!)

I mean Jack also literally brings back up the “I love you, I love all of you” line too in this ridiculously Cas/Dean romantic episode on top of this as a reminder of not just the Cas/Dean but also how much of a mirror of Cas he is:

“If I stay (eyes go from Cas to Dean) I’m gonna hurt you… (looks at Sam) all of you”.


Just before this scene Cas gave Jack the long long speech that shows textually that he is starting to forgive himself and move out of his depression arc (again just as we said he would since  season 12 at this exact point after his death and resurrection and how it would be blatant through his interactions with Jack):

Jack, I’ve killed people who didn’t deserve it, my friends, I’ve killed people I loved. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, with time it hurts less but that would be a lie as it never gets easier and those moments they never stop hurting but that doesn’t mean that you should stop fighting, it doesnt mean that just because you made a mistake (and that’s what this is Jack it’s a mistake) it doesn’t mean that you can’t be better, DO better. 

I believe that, I have to believe that”.

*Tink stares into the camera thinking about all my season 12 meta and the forward facing speculation based on this meta that is now just a giant ticklist at this point like I really don’t know what to do about this other than sit back and think what the actual fuck is happening and enjoy it and scream a little every time I get asks like this about how this is EXACTLY THE POINT its not BAD its fucking FANTASTIC and exactly what I would have written and exactly what I hoped to high heavens they would do I just can’t quite comprehend that it’s so EXACTLY what is happening it’s just fuck ok Tink just breathe it’s fine…*


anonymous asked:

Hey, I noticed that you marked Percy and Annabeth as an OTP, which I didn't know you felt about them, and since I adore your blog, and the way you explain things, and since I'm the only member of the PJATO fandom indifferent to Percabeth, I was wondering if you could explain why they're a good couple and you ship them, the way you did so gloriously with Dick/Babs (who are also an OTP of mine :) It's totally cool if you don't want to though. Thanks!

It’s true, I don’t really post much about Percy and Annabeth, do I? Truth be told, I don’t really post about Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus as much as I should, considering I’m quite a fan.

As for Percy and Annabeth: I honestly think they’re one of the healthiest and most stable couples I’ve encountered in YA fiction (which often tends to feature really unrealistic or dysfunctional romances). I often see fandom criticizing them for being “codependent”, which - aside from being a complete misunderstanding of what the term “codependency” actually means - is seriously misrepresenting their relationship, IMO. Percy and Annabeth are very mutually supportive and make each other a top priority in their lives, which is a good thing, but they’re still two fully independent individuals with relationships and interests outside of each other.

The first thing I really like about Percy and Annabeth is that their relationship was such a slow build. So often you see couples who go straight from having just met to being “in love” without the author taking the time to develop their relationship properly - Riordan himself can be guilty of this, with other couples in the series. But Percy and Annabeth get to know each other over the course of years, and multiple books, before they become a couple. By the time they actually get together, their relationship has developed a really solid foundation of friendship (and those are the kinds of relationships I love most). They know each other really well, they’ve gotten each other through some really tough times, and they’ve bonded over years of shared experiences and adventures. And all this is before they’ve ever so much as kissed.

The second thing I like: They are absolute equals. There are times when Percy’s had to rescue Annabeth, but she’s rescued him at least as many times, and they’re the strongest when they’re working together as a team. And Percy has tremendous respect for Annabeth’s strength and intelligence, which is something you really don’t see enough in the world of controlling “I have to protect you from yourself!” YA boyfriends. Percy is protective of Annabeth, but he’s never controlling and he never doubts her ability to protect herself. 

I also love how completely they wear their hearts on their sleeve about how much they adore each other? I know some of the fandom finds it annoying, but personally I like how open and expressive they are. Especially when you consider how many guys in this genre are all brooding and keep their feelings hidden and blah blah blah, I actually love how Percy is just like “LET ME TELL YOU HOW AMAZING MY GIRLFRIEND IS OMG HAVE I MENTIONED THAT SHE’S BRILLIANT AND BADASS AND HAS PERFECT PRINCESS CURLS, WELL LET ME TELL YOU MORE BECAUSE SHE’S AWESOME *heart eyes*” Like, honestly? That’s awesome. He never stops gushing about how great he thinks she is and how much he loves her, and it’s so important that we see guys in fiction who wholeheartedly and vocally appreciate the women in their lives that way.

I know I mentioned this at the beginning, but MUTUAL SUPPORT MUTUAL SUPPORT MUTUAL SUPPORT. This is probably the #1 thing I look for in a couple, and Percy and Annabeth have it in spades. They’re always there for each other, they talk things through together, they face problems as a team. They survived Tartarus because of the way they were able to lean on each other for support! The fact of the matter is, they’re stronger because they have each other, and that’s something I really love.

Lastly, this is a much more shallow point than most of my others, but… THE SNARK. I have such a weakness for snark (as my blog can attest), and in addition to being incredibly snarky separately, Percy and Annabeth are basically a goldmine of snark and banter when they’re together. I just can’t resist that. ;-)

(PS. Thanks so much for the compliments! <3)

anonymous asked:

So what youre saying is pole dancer AU should become a thing? Would everyones super hero name become their stage name?


Tony Stark, Iron Man, in a red and gold thong, working the pole like he was born with one in his hand, working the audience like he was made for this. He makes it rain on everyone with his tips at the end of the night and everyone laughs because he looks genuinely excited to do it each time. (If we’re dealing with a world where Tony was disowned and has no money, the others help him gather up the money after he makes it rain and slip a few of their tips in as well.)

Steve Rogers’s thong in the good old red-white-and-blue because everyone thinks he’s built like he was in the army, so he gets the stage name Captain America. He’s especially gifted with spins and fucking flips. He’s a little awkward off the pole but that bashful smile gets him hella tips. (The bashful smile is an act. Steve Rogers is a slut and loves performing for his lovers.)

Bruce Banner, Bartender, and Tony giggles over this alliteration forever. He used to be a pole dancer until he leapt on top of someone who was trying to get a little too friendly and beat the shit out of him. (He was offered to be bouncer but he declined because he literally Can Not Stop when he’s angry and Thor actually had to pull him off the other guy when he was a stripper.) The strippers call him the Hulk and the regulars warn the new people not to make him angry.

Natasha Romanova, the Black Widow, is a pro with the pole. She’s beautiful and sexy and will absolutely rip off your fingers if you touch her. Like you want to have sex with her even though you know she’ll snap your neck either during or immediately after. Sometimes she and Tony get into competitions. Those are the days they get the most tips and the other strippers just kind of stand aside because how are they supposed to compete with that? (”You don’t,” Natasha says coldly when one of the newbie strippers complains. She’s not going to last long, too green and innocent, and Natasha will not miss her when she quits.)

Thor Odinson is a bouncer because the strip club cannot afford to reinforce the poles to handle his weight when he does tricks. Thor once broke a pole in half. Thor is everyone’s favorite because he brings coffee and donuts on Fridays to have on their breaks.

James “Bucky” Barnes, the Winter Soldier, performs in lots of seedy strip clubs. Steve takes it upon himself to draw Bucky into the Avengers fold. It takes some doing. (Bucky finally agrees to it when Steve shows him a video of Tony and Natasha competing one night. He has no idea who Bucky wants to meet, Tony or Natasha, but he’s grabbing this with both hands and not letting go.)

Sam Wilson, the Falcon, starts as a customer but then Tony and Natasha flirt with him aggressively and suddenly??? He is also pole dancer??? (It helps that they were both very handsy when it came to teach him. Actually everyone at this club is super handsy. And everyone flirts with everyone. Sam has no idea what’s going on but he is all aboard for it.)

For My Help | One

Originally posted by little-wolfy

Prompt: A multi-part fic inspired by For My Help by Hayden Calnin.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing… Heavily mentioning  Suicide and Mental Illness.

A/N: I’m so happy people like this already it’s very encouraging,,, heck. Also, I will be writing another fic alongside this so I can write either one depending on my mood when I feel like writing. If that even made sense. I’m going to be writing one-shots and imagines though so send in requests! Also, let me know if I should add you to the taglist for this fic.

Song Of The Chapter: Couldn’t think of one! Sorry):

It was quite odd of you to return to Riverdale during the winter of sophomore year. Although, people had only begun to notice the returning family in town when the four of you entered Pop’s in your layered clothes and ordered from a very surprised, yet enthusiastic Pop. Your family had flown under the radar for a couple of days to unpack and settle in, only ordering pizza or Chinese by delivery to eat on the living room floor before your furniture had arrived.

Pop had recognized your parents, two doctors who were well known throughout the town for their expertise in their line of work. It was unexpected, your departure from Riverdale just two years ago, but your arrival to the town was deemed just as shocking. Especially when it was in the middle of an investigation for the murder of Jason Blossom.

Your parents had gotten into a messy, dramatic argument with the Blossoms. Something alone the lines of the expenses your parents charged when they had to run certain tests on Mr. Blossom. The red-headed family were livid that they not only charged them full price, but the surgery had even caused a dent in their bank account. That was quite unheard of, since the Blossoms seemed to have money growing on trees. The Blossom family was livid, and their two twins had made your life hell in the eighth grade, they even picked on your younger brother when he walked home with you from school, the innocent fourth grader flinching at their harsh words.

Upon seeing their children and workplace being harassed, your family picked up everything and left without saying a word to anyone, even you and your brother. You’d left Betty Cooper behind, the beautiful blonde next door that could be found at your side at all times, Archie Andrews, the soft ginger who protected you like a little sister, and last, but definitely not least, Jughead Jones. The raven haired boy you bonded with like no other. Even when Betty and Archie were just as loyal and loving, it always felt like you and Jughead against the world. Two out-of-place thirteen year olds who found joy in each other’s company, whether it was sitting across from each other in silence while you both buried your noses in books, or sheepishly held hands at the drive-in, hoping nobody would see. You were a confidant to Jughead, holding him when he was broken down by the issues his family was riddled with, and listening intently when he needed someone to scream at.

You two didn’t know the love between each other at the time, both young and impressionable minds searching for acceptance. There was no label other than an adoring friendship and a trust that would have taken hell to break. But knowing your luck, hell was exactly what you had gone through, being ripped away from childhood friends to be relocated states away.

You lost everything at the drop of a dime, and there were no phone calls or messages after that. Sometimes Betty would reach out to you, but stopped, eventually, knowing there was no possibility of visits over breaks or vacations. She didn't want to dwell on a friend that had ditched her. Archie was quite oblivious, but his feelings were a bit hurt. He had a Y/N shaped hole in his heart for a while, missing the jokes you two would exchange and the pranks you’d play on your other two friends.

Jughead took it the hardest, you were the moon and the stars to him, and when you left… Everything was far too dark.

Apparently, Christmas break was the perfect time for your family to move in and prepare you for the upcoming remainder of the school year. They understood that their actions would be pinned on you once you faced your old friends at Riverdale High, if they even remembered you. The first of the two weeks were filled with mental preparation and avoiding stares when you were in the public eye.

But… Moving to Riverdale at any point in time, specifically to your family, was far from a good idea.  Your parents had soon to be investigated and questioned about Jason’s murder. Of course they were suspects, since they had left and turned their lives around because of the Blossoms. You all had Christmas without a tree and lights, just amazon packages wrapped in newspaper so you all could avoid going out. Surely, these accusations about your parents would descend to you, and you dreaded seeing Cheryl Blossom on the seventh of January when school returned.

You were only able to avoid confrontation for so long until you marched right into Pop’s to order your regular chocolate milkshake with fries, and someone had tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump, gasping dramatically as your hand slapped over your chest. “Oh, Jesus,” You look up and meet those brown eyes that were oh-so curious and genuine all the time, then your gaze fell on a pair of wide blue ones. “You scared me…” Your voice trails off as you looked up at Archie and Betty, who were standing just a couple feet away. Their faces had faltered for a moment, but they gave you sweet smiles.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you back!” Betty opened her arms, stepping forward to pull you into an embrace. Hesitantly, you hugged your former best friends. Were they not mad at you? “Would you like to join us back at the booth? Catch up before school starts up again, and you could meet Veronica! You’d love her.” Betty rambled, causing you to give her a tight lipped grin and hold your hand up to have her pause and take a breath.

“I would love to, it’s great to see you all after such a long time.” You turned your head to see Kevin Keller,  his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm at the sight of you reuniting with Archie and Betty. Across from him, was who you assumed was Veronica, a well put together girl with short black hair and mocha eyes that crinkled when she gave you a kind look. She turned her head to face the beanie clad boy opposite of Kevin, her mouth moving as if she was telling him a secret.

There sat one and only Jughead Jones, who seemed to be stunned by you. You could feel everything around you slow down. It was like a movie, even with Archie and Betty talking in your ear as the three of you made your way to the booth, you could only focus on Jughead’s blue eyes looking into your soul. It was almost intimidating, and if you didn’t feel the need to compensate for lost time with the blonde and ginger teens, you would have turned right around. 

Your slow-motion montage was interrupted when you hear, “Well, if it isn’t Y/N L/N.” From Kevin Keller, “How have you been, doll? This is such a wonderful surprise.” He asked sweetly, watching as Betty slid into the booth next to Kevin, leaving you at the very edge with Archie across from you on the other side, squishing Veronica and Jughead together.

The laptop that sat in front of Jughead was slammed shut, which drew attention from the rest of you around him. You ignored the gesture and responded with a genuine interest in engaging in conversation. “I’ve been alright, it’s good to be back, though. Two years without Pop’s milkshakes seems unheard of around here, and I was having major withdrawals.”

Some of the group chuckled, but that ceased when the raven-haired boy spoke up, “Not withdrawals from the people who were always there for you until you unexpectedly ditched us?”

Your jaw could have hit the floor, your eyebrows furrowed upon hearing Jug’s remark. Veronica cleared her throat, nudging the boy next to her.

“I’m sorry, about him, Y/N.” She said, her voice velvety, “I’m Veronica Lodge. Unlike some people, I knew of your arrival, your parents have been meeting with my mother, something about getting their business back on track. They mentioned having a daughter my age. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You nodded, sharing a mutual expression, “Likewise, Veronica. That’s really sweet of your mother to help my parents, this whole situation was extremely messy-”

She cut you off, “I totally get it, consider me your new best friend, I’ve been- and still am in your shoes.”

“I wouldn’t use that term too loosely with Y/N.” Jughead makes another snide remark, and he soon winces after you hear a thud under the table, “Fuck! Ow, really Betty? In the shin?”

“It wasn’t Y/N’s fault that she moved away, she just got back here, how about you make her feel welcome instead of acting like she’s some sort of villain?” Betty scolded Jughead, who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Jughead’s lips curled into a sly smirk, one that always meant trouble,

“Welcome back to Riverdale, Y/N. You came just in time to be wrapped up in Jason Blossom’s murder investigation. I promise you, like all of us, you’ll have a hell of a school year.”

Full transcript of Adam Lanza's 2011 radio appearance
  • (music fades out)
  • Host: Hello! We got the collapsible headphones here, but uh... we're back.
  • Co-Host: (inaudible) we got Greg on the phone.
  • Host: Oh! Greg. Okay. How's it going?
  • Lanza: Hi, good. Um, I'm a fan of your writing.
  • Host: Thank you.
  • Lanza: I'm sorry to bring up such an old news story, but I couldn't find anything that you said about the topic, and it seems relevant to your interests, so I thought I would bring up Travis the Chimp. Do you remember him?
  • Host: I don't.
  • Lanza: Well, um, he was a highly domesticated chimpanzee, who lived in a suburban home in Stamford, Connecticut.
  • Co-Host: Oh, yeah.
  • Host: Oh.
  • Lanza: And he was raised just like a human child, starting from the week he was born. By the time that he was fourteen years old, which would be somewhere around age twenty in human years, um...
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: ...he slept in a bed, he took his own baths, he dressed himself, he brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush...
  • Host: (laughs) Really? When was this?
  • Lanza: Um... well.. (chuckles) this happened in early two-thousand-and-nine.
  • Co-host and Host: Oh!
  • Lanza: He ate his meals at a table, and he enjoyed human foods like ice cream, and used a remote control to watch television, and liked baseball games... and he even used a computer to look at pictures on the internet.
  • Host: Huh.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) it goes without saying that Travis was very overweight; he was two hundred pounds when he should have been around the low hundreds. And he was actually taking Xanax.
  • Co-Host: (laughing)
  • Host: Amazing.
  • Lanza: I couldn't find any information about why he was taking it, but it just seems to say a lot that he was given it at all. And, basically, I think Travis wasn't any different than a mentally handicapped human child.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: But, anyway, one day in February 2009, he was acting very agitated, and at some point grabbed the car - his owner's - car keys, and went outside and started leaping from car to car, apparently wanting to go for a car ride. And he was acting very aggressively, so, his owner called her over to get her to help calm him down and get him to go back inside, and once she arrived, he immediately attacked her, and his owner tried to stop him, but couldn't, and she even resorted to stabbing him with a knife, but nothing worked.
  • And she said that after she stabbed him, he looked at her as if to say "Why'd you do that to me, Mom?" Because apparently that was what their relationship was like; no different than between a human mother and child.
  • So, after stabbing, she called the police, who arrived twelve minutes after the attack, at which point her friend was... pretty close to dead. And once the cruiser came up, Travis went over to it, tried to open the locked passenger door. He smashed off the side mirror, went over to the driver's door, opened it, and the cop shot him. He fled back into the house, where he went to his playroom and bled to death.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) um, it might not seem very relevant, but I'm bringing it up because afterward, everyone was condemning his owner for, saying how irresponsible she was for raising a chimp like it was a child, and that she should have that something like this would happen, because chimps aren't supposed to be living in civilization, they're supposed to be living in the wild, among each other. But, their criticism stops there-
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: -and the implication is that there's no way that anything could have gone wrong in this life if he were living in this civilization as a human, rather than a chimp.
  • Host: Ah, indeed.
  • Lanza: Because, uh, he brings up questions about this whole process of child-raising.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: Civilization isn't something which just happens to gently exist without us having to do anything, because every newborn child - human child - is born in a chimp-like state, and civilization is only sustained by conditioning them for years on end, so that they'll accept it for what it is, and since we've gone through this conditioning, we can observe a human family raising a human child - and I'm sure that even you have trouble intuitively seeing it as something unnatural - but when we see a chimp in that position, we immediately know that there's something profoundly wrong with the situation. And it's easy to say there's something wrong with it simply because it's a chimp, but what's the real difference between us and our closest relatives?
  • Travis wasn't an untamed monster at all. Um, he wasn't just feigning domestication, he was civilized. Um, he was able to integrate into society, he was a chimp actor when he was younger, and his owner drove him around the city frequently in association with her towing business, where he met many different people, and got alone with everyone. If Travis had been some nasty monster all his life, it would have been widely reported. But, to the contrary, it seems like everyone who knew him said how shocked they were that Travis had been so savage, because they knew him as a sweet child, and... there were two isolated incidents early in his life where he acted aggressively, but... summarizing them would take too long, so basically I'll just say that he didn't really any differently than a human child would, and the people who would use that as an indictment against having chimps live as humans do wouldn't apply the same thing to humans, so it's just kind of irrelevant.
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: Bu anyway, look what civilization did to him; it had the same exact effect on him as it has on humans. He was profoundly sick in every sense of the term, and he had to resort to these surrogate activities like watching baseball, and looking at pictures on a computer screen, and taking Xanax. He was a complete mess.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: And his attack wasn't simply because he was a senselessly violent, impulsive chimp. Uhm, which was how his behavior was universally portrayed. Um, immediately before the attack, he had desperately been wanting his owner to drive him somewhere, and the best reason I can think of for why he would want that, looking at his entire life, would be that... some little things he experienced was the last straw, and he was overwhelmed at the life that he had, and he wanted to get out of it by changing his environment, and the best way that he knew how to deal with that was getting his owner to drive him somewhere else.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: And when his owner's... owner's friend, arrived, he knew that she was trying to coax him back into his place of domestication, and he couldn't handle that, so he attacked her, and anyone else who approached them. And dismissing his attack as simply being the senseless violence and impulsiveness of a chimp, instead of a human, is wishful thinking at best.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: His attack can be seen entirely parallel to the attacks and random acts of violence that you bring up on your show every week, committed by humans, which the mainstream also has no explanation for-and-
  • Host: No.
  • Lanza: -and, actual humans... I just- just don't think it would be such a stretch to say that he very well could have been a teenage mall shooter or something like that.
  • Host: Yeah. Yeah.
  • Lanza: And-
  • Host: Wow. Thank you, Greg.
  • Lanza: Yeah.
  • Host: That's quite a story. That's, uh, really apropos, isn't it? Travis the chimp.
  • Lanza: It's just that I'm a little surprised that I haven't heard you bring it up all because... (laughs) maybe I'm just seeing connections where there aren't any, but-
  • Host: Not at, I uh, think not. No, I just... I didn't catch that one. I didn't uh... maybe I was out of the country or something, I don't know, but I missed that it. Thanks very much, man.
  • Lanza: Thank you. Bye.
  • Host: Take care.
  • (Lanza hangs up)

Headcanon that Peter and Meredith used to fold airplanes together, calling them “starships”, and let them fly through the sky – preferably at night, with the stars out.

“Your daddy will come pick us up, Peter,” Meredith would tell him when the paper starships took flight, “And we will glide through the stars in a ship just like this.”

When Meredith became sick and had to stay longer and longer, finally all the time at the hospital, she would still insist on that tradition, making Peter laugh with the many starships they would fold and let fly through the whole room while an amused nurse would watch them, Peter dancing with his arms outstretched under the ships (“Daddy will beam me up on his ship and we will go on adventure, Mum!” – “Right you are, sweetie!”) while Meredith sang for him until her head started hurting again and she needed rest.

Once Peter is abducted by Yondu and has become a part of the crew, he remembers those airplanes while he wanders through the Eclector. Now he’s on a ship, gliding through between the stars, but his Mum isn’t here to see it at all.

With sudden inspiration, Peter goes off to find Kraglin, asking him for some paper.

The first mate is completely confused and follows Peter even after the boy has run off with the stacks and stacks of old, unneeded paper the other has found for him. When Peter sits down in a quiet corner, starting to fold like a madman, Kraglin finally asks carefully what is going on here.

“Those are gonna be starships,” Peter explains without looking up. “For… for my Mum.”

Now Kraglin doesn’t understand why the child would want to fold starships out of paper – he lives on such a ship, after all – but he does know how much Peter misses his Momma, he does knows about a child’s nightmares and sudden tears and resolut clinging to a Walkman that was the last thing his Momma gave him.

So he sits down without much ceremony, grabbing a sheet of paper himself. “Ye know, I think if ye try folding the wings this way, it goes way better.”


“Yeah. Check it out, ‘m a master at starship-folding.”

They keep folding ships, more and more.

And somehow, Oblo runs into them after his final shift of the day, sleepily wanting to know what they are doing here, and he ends up helping because he loves crafting things, and he can get the fins and wings just right.

A while later, Tullk stumbles over them when he sneaks off to have a smoke in peace, and he ends up helping Peter, whose finger are already shaky and full of paper cuts.

And they talk and bicker over their ships, kicking each other when one of them insults them jokingly, laughing loudly like the rowdy bunch they are, and Peter smiles brightly while he works, enjoying that he no longer is alone while remembering his Mum.

They end up with dozens and dozens of paper starships, and somehow, the men think it’s a good idea to let them fly on the bridge which is supposed to be empty at a time like this (and even if it’s not, they will just scare off whoever is still there) so that they can let the starships fly under the stars that are visible through the big windshield.

Peter laughs and dances around the bridge as Kraglin, Oblo and Tullk let the starships fly around, all three men grinning at each other at what they believe to be a success – because lil’ Quill is laughing again and not close to tears anymore, and the starships did turn out quite alright, if they may so themselves.

And they are not even worried about getting in trouble with Capt’n for this, because Tullk swears up and down he has seen Yondu slip out of the bridge quietly as the first paper ships took flight and Peter started laughing happily. As long as they clean up their mess again, it should be okay so says Tullk, cause -


“Capt’n sure as heck ain’t gunna be angry about a happy lil’ Terran, aye?”

otakubarto  asked:

For a fic prompt. Fluffy spa day with Lance and Allura.

Give me the fluff!!!!!!!! I am not all that knowledgeable about spa days or treatments, but I’ll do my best!

“Lance? Are you sure that this is okay to put on our faces?” Allura looks at the goop in the bowl, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Yes Allura, I will have you know this is my own special blend, and yes it is safe to use.” Lance boasts, taking back the bowl and a scooping out some of the contents and spreading it against her cheek.

Much to Allura’s surprise, it was cold to the touch and felt as if her pores were being frozen yet oddly clearing. “Aaah! It’s frigid! What is it doing?!”

Lance chuckles, continuing to apply the home made face mask “don’t worry Allura, it’s mint.”

“And what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that it’s very strong and if it feels like your pores are breathing in cold are for the first time, it’s doing it’s job. Trust me a little will ya?” Lance laughs out, giving Allura a reassuring smile. Allura merely nods and allows Lance to continue.

Allura tries to sit still as Lance applies the rest of the face mask, opting for looking at some of the Altean hair care bottles to help busy her mind busy from the bursts of intense freshness.

Once Lance was done applying his face mask on Allura he sits in front of her and lets Allura pick up her own concoction of a face mask and apply it to his face. He can’t help but giggle at the tickling feeling that follows every swipe of Allura’s face mask.

“Why does it tickle so much! Hahahahaha!”

Allura smiles at Lance’s unabashed laughter “it’s called staberily; it’s much like your ‘mint’, the more it tickles, the more it’s doing it’s job.”


Once both masks were applied and timer was set and running, Lance let’s Allura pick out one of the bottles of hair treatments that she had in her bathroom.
Gently, Allura kneads the Altean hair strengthening liquid into Lance’s hair, scratching gently against his scalp, getting a pleased sound from Lance. She applies the treatment liberally, making sure that his hair was fully coated in it. She wraps a towel around his hair to let the treatment set in and get to work.

“Do you want me to do your hair as well?”

“No, it’s quite alright. I use it much more often than you. But thank you.” Allura declines, but easily shifts the conversation to the nail care kit on the counter. “But I’d love to see you ‘mani pedi skills’ I said that right, right?”

Lance chuckles and gladly starts working on Allura’s nails, buffing and filing them to a smooth finish. Proud of his work, Lance happily picks up his collection of nail polish and lays them out before Allura.

“Pick a color! Any color!”

Allura debates with herself for a few seconds before her eyes seem to settle on a particularly bright pink that Lance was proud that he had accomplished making.

“That one! It looks just like a juniberry’s petals!”

Lance gladly grabs it, and then getting a great idea, he also grabs a darker blue as well, much to Allura’s confusion.

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeeeeeesssss? What exactly am I trusting you with?”

“It’s a surprise, just trust me and don’t look down until I’m done, ok?”

Allura looks into Lance’s eyes and all she can see is his determination to do whatever it was he planned. She gives him a curt nod and closes her eyes, offering up her hand to him.

While she can’t see what’s really going on, she can tell that Whatever he’s doing, it has his full concentration, not even saying a peep as he works on her nails. After the first hand, he takes her other hand and apply the same level of concentration on it like the one before. As soon as he was done with that hand he switches back to the first, and lastly goes back to the other.

Allura patiently waits for Lance to tell her to look, a bit anxious about what it was he was working on.

“Okay, you can look!”

Allura opens her eyes and looks down to see that on her nails, against a dark blue background, small little juniberry flowers decorate her nails. so small yet so precise, she’s amazed at the detail in them. She could almost smell them just by looking at them.

“Allura? Are you ok? Do you not like them?”

Allura looks up from her nails and looks at Lance for the first time since he said she could look.

“Yes, I’m alright.”

“It’s just that….you’re crying.”

Allura attempts to touch her cheeks, but immediately stops midway, scared of messing up the beautiful designs Lance worked so hard on. She lowers her hand, and gives him a watery smile.

“Yes. Yes I’m fine. They’re happy tears. These are beautiful Lance, absolutely extraordinary. I love them.”

Lance gives her a warm smile, one unlike the one he would give her at first. Before, they were boisterous and fake; but this one is full of familial love and kindness and happiness.

Just then the timer goes off for their masks and breaking the touching moment. Both laugh off any tension left as they move over back to the tub to wash off their masks and Lance’s hair treatment.


Both of them are sitting on the couch, Allura still admiring her nails as Lance plays with her hair, weaving braids through her hair. Each enjoying the silence that they sit in.

It was Allura that finally broke the silence, “how did you learn how to do this Lance? It’s spectacular.”

“My sister, Maria, she’s a nail artist. She makes crazy and amazing art on her nails that would put my work to shame. god, you should see some of the stuff she’s created on her nails. She once made the most bejeweled nails I’ve ever seen anyone work such dazzling nails! Anyways, she would teach me how to do some of the more simpler stuff because all of our younger sisters wanted that kind of stuff on their nails too. And I just got really good at it.”

Allura hums in agreement, still looking at her nails in the low lighting.

“I think your sisters would be very proud of you. Thank you Lance.”

Lance smiles and continues to braid Allura’s hair, glad that they could enjoy themselves today.

Ta da! There you go! I hope you like!

Carl Imagine ~ Birthday Surprise

After the reader finds out that she is pregnant, she decides to make Carl a special surprise for his birthday…


Originally posted by carls-left-eye

Warm sunbeams streamed through the windows of your room as you sat on your bed, holding a small picture in your hands.
And this small picture wasn’t just any picture, it was an ultrasound picture.
Carl didn’t know yet, but you had the perfect chance to tell him served for you on a silverplate.
Tomorrow was his birthday and since it was his 18th Birthday, Rick and the others who all already knew about the baby thought it was a great idea to surprise him at midnight when he came back from his shift in the tower and this wouldnt, if everything would work out the way you wanted, stay the only surprise.

You stroke over the small bump that was already showing but mostly stayed hidden under your shirt before you fumbled on the ultrasound picture.
You were nervous, very nervous.
You weren’t quite sure how Carl would react, yes, you loved each other, but you knew that you couldn’t raise a child with love and air only, especially not in the world you were forced to live in and you just hoped that he would see it as hopeful as you did.
You had thought about how you should tell him since the moment you found out that you were pregnant.
That you would do it on his birthday was an idea you had pretty early on, but how you’d exactly reveal it wasnt sure to you until last night.
You had laid in your bed, Carl sleeping next to you as the perfect solution came to your mind but for that, you needed Carol.

You stood up, stuffing the picture carefully into the pockets of your pants before you walked down the stairs, already smelling the scent of a baking cake
“Carol?”, you asked as you walked down the last steps before you heard her voice.
“In the kitchen”, she called out while you walked over to the kitchen, nervously fumbling onto your clothes before you walked in and saw Carol looking up and giving you a small smile.
“What’s the matter?”, she asked looking at you.
“Could you do me a favor?”, you asked as you sat down on the chair towards the kitchen island she was leaning against.
“Well what would this favor be?”, she asked chuckling slightly while you sighed before you raised your voice.
“It’s a girl”, you said while a small smile painted on her face.
“It’s just…I haven’t told Carl yet and I thought that maybe if you got the stuff here you could dye the inside pink, I thought his birthday would be a good day to tell him”, you said, a half smile on your lips while you waited nervously on her response.
“Guess the beets will have their comeback”, she said smiling while she nodded over to the last leftover acorn cookies that were unintentionally dyed in a light pink tone.
“Thank you, really”, you said, giving her a smile before you walked outside to catch some fresh air.

Just hours later you stood in the living room with the others, around you some decoration you had found in the houses, as well as Daryl on a few of his runs.
The cake Carol had made stood on a small table in the corner of the room, balloons surrounding it while you couldn’t keep your glance from wandering over and over again to it.
The voices of the others sounded dull in your head while you sank into your thoughts.
It couldn’t be long until Carl would come back and the more you thought about it the more nervous you got.
“Are you okay?”, you heard Rick ask, before you looked up and saw him looking a bit concerned at you.
“Just nervous”, you mumbled, forcing a smile on your lips.
“It’s all gonna work out”, Rick said, patting your shoulder as he gave you a supporting smile.
“I hope”, you mumbled feeling how your heart got faster with every single moment.

The next minutes felt like an eternity until you finally heard the click of the lock on the front door and Carl’s voice sounding through the air.
”I’m back”, he said loudly before you could hear how he dropped his keys on the commode and began to walk around.
”Hello?”, you heard him ask before the foot steps suddenly stopped.
”Oh no you didn't”, you heard him laugh before he stepped into the room.
“Happy Birthday!”, the voices of all of you sounded through the room as Carl walked in.
His glance wandered over to you, a big smile painted all over his face before you walked towards him and pulled him into a tight hug while you could feel how your heart pounded against your chest and you could feel yourself beginning to slightly tremble.
“Happy Birthday”, you muttered again into Carl’s shirt before you let go of him, smiled one last time at him and pecked his lips before he walked over to Rick and who gave his son a hug.
From this point on you watched every step Carl did, knowing that every second brought you closer to the moment he would cut the cake, until he actually had the knife in his hands and cut a piece cake and you could feel your heart beat increasing.
His glance went from amused to kind of confused as he saw the pink frosting inside, while you could feel how your heart began to pound even harder against your chest and you knew that this was the time to tell him.
“Carl?”, you asked while you could feel your voice already trembling.
“Yeah?”, he turned around before you walked towards him, the picture in your hand before you looked nervously up into his still confused looking eyes.
“I’m pregnant”, you muttered revealing the picture laying in your hands while you saw how a smile formed on his lips and you could feel how a massive burden lifted off your shoulders.
“And well ‘cause it’s pink…?”, you began asking while laughing slightly before he looked smiling at you.
“It’s a girl”, he said somewhere between still not getting what was happening right now and complete happiness.
You nodded before you felt how Carl took you into his embrace, holding you tightly while you could hear the happy voices of the others around you.
“How am I supposed to ever give you a better birthday gift?”, Carl muttered slightly chuckling as he let go of the hug and let his hands wander to your waist. You shrugged you shoulders laughing before seeing how Carl’s glance wandered to the small bump that was showing under your shirt.
“You can”, you said before he could ask and felt just seconds later how his hand placed on your belly.
“I-I just haven’t really realized it yet”, he muttered but still with a big smile on his face before he looked up to you.
“Don’t worry, you got a few more months for that”, you laughed, before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

And over these next couple of months, Carl didn’t just realize that you both would soon be parents, you both also grew even closer.
It wasn’t all easy, of course, but you had each other and everyone around you who did their very best to support you.
And in the end, as you could finally hold your daughter in your arms and look at Carl, you knew that every little bit of work you had already done and every little bit that was laying before you was more than worth it.


Day 28: Pregnancy

SasuHina Month

Day 28. Prompt - Pregnancy. Normal Universe, Post-War.

         “Welcome back.”

         Those were the words that greeted him the moment Sasuke stepped inside of his house, slipping his shoes off by the door. He hadn’t seen his wife yet, but she had clearly been expecting him - the space was spotless from top to bottom, left to right. For a few seconds, he observed the place, full of pointless ornaments she had been adamant on purchasing. Whereas he had preferred the simple over the complex, the plain over the lavish, she had longed to settle in what would become a domain full of vibrancy, as was that place she’d called ‘home’ for so long. She insisted that it would bring him 'cheer’ and 'good will’. These were qualities he didn’t seem to possess - but he relented despite himself, allowing her to have it her way. Who was he to deny her?

         But something today seemed off. His partner, whom normally greeted him at the door, still hadn’t emerged from the depths of wherever she was in hiding, nor had she spoken since her first call barely two minutes ago. This struck him as odd. Usually, the petite figure would be settling herself in his arms by now, tutting at the dirt on his clothes and relishing in the bittersweet taste of his lips. Moving out of the entrance, Sasuke slipped silently to the area that he believed her to currently be inhabiting (which, by the way, was the bathroom). He’d suspected that she’d went to retrieve bandages. How many times would he have to relay to her that he should be expected home unscathed? It was an insult to his ability … Well, when it was anyone else.

         His wife’s doting care could never be considered an irritant.

         It was his surprise, then, when the bathroom lights turned up inactive, wooden door ajar. There was no-one inside. The bandages were untouched, tucked away on a shelf by the faucet - just as they were when he had initially departed. He blinked slowly, betraying no emotions to this find, as he turned around to leave the area - but then, a small sound gathered his attention.

         A sneeze. Her sneeze, the cute kitten sneeze she would emit after desperately crinkling her nose in vain efforts to delay the inevitable. A 'loud’ one such as this could only mean she’d been trying to restrain herself for quite some time. A good couple minutes he’d been stood there, he should think. Doubling back, his gaze fell to the left, where their living room was located. A second ’a-a-achoo!’ confirmed his suspicions.

         He started towards the noise without another thought. Tension could be felt radiating off of her in waves, long before he had reached her side. So she had been hiding from him, huh? It wouldn’t be the first time. His sweet wife had been at odds with him on previous occasions - just, not like this. Sasuke was already mentally listing a million possible reasons behind her punishing silence, wondering which of those was the cause. If any were reason enough to negate a welcoming kiss, or if it had been something else he’d missed entirely?

         No matter. Whatever the reason was, Sasuke knew she had every right to be angry. He couldn’t blame her for some short-lived distance. Had she been anyone else, hell, Sasuke suspected she’d have long since walked out the door - but his sunshine was patient. So tolerant, always poised, the picture of perfection, and she remained by him. Faithful. Kind. Loving him day by day, minute by minute; second by second. He supposed it was her upbringing -

         Never mind. Her upbringing? Oh, that’s a laugh and a half.


         The Hyuga - sorry, Uchiha - didn’t look at him. She clasped her knitting needles in her palms, the wool stretched between them as though she’d been mid-stitch when he entered. Glancing down at her work, and then at the various books scattered around her, Sasuke arched a brow. Pressed flowers were everywhere. Various scarves and other garments found themselves strewn about the place, hanging over the backs of chairs in piles. So this was how she’d been passing her time without him? He could almost laugh - making to survey every stem, leaf and petal there was to look at. But he didn’t have time - a small click, two wooden pieces clacking against each other, registered that Hinata was leaving her seat. He caught her wrist before she could take more than two steps past him. He was done playing around.

         “Are you not going to answer me?”

         She watched the floor as if it was interesting, gaze fixated on the ground. Long locks of indigo hair shielded her profile from him, and she remained, having stopped still in her tracks. Not a whisper escaped her, frozen, and the frustration of the situation had Sasuke suddenly spin her, arms encircling her waist, gripping her hips, pushing her up against him, sharing in her warmth. Up close, he felt something different about her. A certain glow that hadn’t been present the last time he’d laid eyes upon her figure, bathing her in a warmth that was new. Refreshing. Somehow, her features seemed softer, gentler - skin looking so tender, he lifted his right hand to her cheek, caressing it with his thumb. It felt just the same as it usually did. That was only to be expected, he thought, as he rested his forehead against hers, timing his breathing so their pattern synced. Quieter now, the words he whispered were born of a love only Hinata could coax from the stoic Uchiha.

         “I’m sorry, Hinata.” The man murmured, lips brushing against her nose as he felt her breathing hitch. A small chuckle emitted from his throat at the look of sheer surprise gracing her, before her pale eyes warmed, with the rest of her features remaining stubbornly Hyuga-like. If not for the thinly pressed line that had become of her mouth, it would have been oh so easy to forget where she came from. Where she’d been raised. Mentally, Sasuke took note that such expressions simply didn’t suit. This type of scowl appeared as though it should belong to him. Never her.

         “Sasuke …” his wife let loose a breath she’d been holding, as though bracing herself for impact,“ … It’s not me you need to apologise to.”

         For a few seconds there, Sasuke was struck dumb. Only when Hinata’s face contorted, a small whimper of pain trembling on the bluenette’s lips, did he think to turn his gaze from those pearl eyes he held so beloved, to the protruding curve of her stomach, where a small being had kicked out to be noticed. He didn’t understand how he hadn’t spotted it before, but then again, she’d done a pretty good job in concealing it. Hinata always did have practice shielding her body from the world, making every (beautiful) tuck and flare almost invisible. This time, it was by a large sweater she’d decided on settling into. His sweater, adorned with the Uchiha crest. Hiding their baby from his sight. Their baby.

         He almost couldn’t believe it. The evidence was right there in front of him - he could feel it as she removed his palm from her face, bringing it instead to her swollen belly, allowing him to caress her in a way that roused unfamiliar feelings. Was this what fatherhood felt like? It definitely wasn’t a large bump, not yet - but he knew it was going to grow, expanding to make room for their unborn child. Their little blessing. Inwardly, the male had to admit he was quite uncertain on how he should react, her unhappiness at his disappearance now beginning to make even more sense. Perhaps she had thought that he’d known, alerted by her altered chakra (that was so clearly infused with his, now that he’d taken enough care to notice), and decided to abandon his duties to her. The thought made his stomach churn with, dare he say, guilt. Should he apologise? She was one of the only good things that had ever happened to him (aside from the baby, of course). He didn’t wish for her to feel as though he didn't care, but …

         He didn’t know. Sasuke hadn’t had very many blessings before.

         Sliding down onto his knees, one palm clasped hers, while the other remained on her stomach. Sasuke found his forehead pressing against her belly, speaking as though addressing a little person, whose invisible tears he could see falling in his mind’s eye. Disappointed their parent had abandoned them so soon after they were conceived. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, this time not to their mother, but to the tiny Uchiha he had not physically met, yet felt so connected to. Vaguely, Sasuke felt Hinata’s free hand stroking his head reassuringly, and found comfort in her touch.

         With her fingers furled in his short tresses, her hushed, angelic voice soothing his ongoing cries, the father-to-be let slip his guard. Letting news of hope found within her shed light on the deeper reaches of his heart, where both love and hate resided, for the first time in a long time - Sasuke wept.

Here’s my little … thing. For SasuHina month, since I haven’t been participating (believe me, I wanted to). It was supposed to be a quick five-minute thing I came up with, but I’m very particular and so it ended up a lot more than that.

I was debating on whether or not Sasuke should cry, but then I realised - he lost his entire clan at such a young age. Now, he’s expecting a child with the woman he loves, his wife, his sunshine. Of course he’s going to cry. He’s human too. He’s cried before. I feel as though the Boruto series did his character injustice. He’s not a robot, guys - remember that.

Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this excerpt for @sasuhina-month !

Many thanks - Yumina

Missing |2|

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Pairing: Producer!Yoongi X SingleParent!Reader

Summary: Being a single mother in Seoul was hard enough, but after 4 years the missing puzzle pieces of the mystery of the disappearance of the father was finally put together.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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iwouldbeaghost-deactivated20171  asked:

Ooo if you want prompts, could you do Zoe and Connor bonding, or growing apart if you'd rather do angst, but anything with the Murphy sibling because they didn't get the chance they deserved

((The Murphy siblings did not get a chance, so here’s them bonding bc there’s far too much angst in this fandom anyway))

“I am not letting you paint my nails–” Zoe started, reading the label on the bottle of polish, “Springtime Honeydew.”
“Why not?” Connor protested.
“Because its green,” Zoe responded, wrinkling her nose.
“Just trust me,” Connor implored his sister.
“Fine,” Zoe huffed, settling down and trusting her hand at Connor. “But if it sucks, its your fault.”
“I’m willing to take that gamble.” Connor replied dryly. He grabbed her hand and twisted the cap off the small green bottle. Scraping the excess polish off into the side of the bottle, Connor began to paint Zoe’s nails with precise, tiny strokes as Zoe flicked boredly through her Instagram.
“Other hand,” Connor commanded when huge had finished, setting Zoe’s painted hand down on the floor. Zoe wordlessly put down her phone and swapped hands, lifting her painted her to survey Connor’s work. It wasn’t bad, she admitted to herself, gently blowing on her nails to dry them faster. Connor painted Zoe’s other hand, using the same precise strokes as before. When he had finished her other hand, Connor pulled out a small bottle of gold polish for detailing. He proceeded to paint a thin strip of gold on the tip of each nail, resembling a french manicure.
“You’re good at this,” Zoe remarked with a slight air of surprise. Connor huffed out a laugh.
“I should hope so,” He said, waggling his fingers at his sister, “These nails dont paint themselves. Zoe laughed and swatted his hands away.
"Give me five minutes and then i get to work my magic.” Zoe got up, waving her hands through the air to dry her nails faster. She disappeared in the general direction of her bathroom, and returned a few minutes later with a bag full of god-knows-what. “So, should we start with hair or makeup?”
“Ow. OW. Hey, OW!” Connor protested as Zoe tugged at and combed trough his hair. “I was much more gentle with you when i was doing your nails!”
“Yeah, and my nails didn’t resemble a rat’s nest. Honestly, Connor, what hair products are you using? If you going to keep it long I’m going to make mom get you good shampoo and conditioner and all that stuff. And hey, beauty is pain.” Zoe replied, tugging a knot out of Connor’s hair while he winced.
“Can I fix your eyebrows?” Zoe asked later, once she had moved onto doing Connor’s makeup. He hadn’t been allowed to look in a mirror yet.
“What’s wrong with them right now?” Connor questioned.
“Well, they could use a little bit of shaping and plucking here and there…”
“Fine, go ahead, but don’t make it too drastic or you know dad will kill me.” Connor relented, and Zoe beamed with delight. In all honestly, having his makeup done was very…relaxing, oddly enough. It was nice to just sit and have someone take care of you, with all the different brushes and products thats Connor didn’t even know the names of, let alone the purpose.
“Okay, I’m almost done, you can look soon but not quite yet,” Zoe said after a while. “Close your eyes, I’m going to dust you with setting powder.” Connor held stock still while Zoe used an obnoxiously large burst to dust powder over his face. “Keep your eyes closed and stand up, I’m going to lead you over to the mirror.”
Connor stood up somewhat clumsily and allowed himself to be led to and then stopped in front of the full-length mirror in Zoe’s room.
“You can look now,” Zoe said gently. Connor slowly opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. He looked, well, beautiful. No beautiful didn’t quite cover it. He looked almost otherworldly, as though he was a some sort of dark prince from Fairyland. Zoe had exaggerated his naturally slim face with a little bit of a contour, and did what was probably a smoky eye in dark grays and– was that a hint of navy? His lashes seemed to stretch on for miles with the mascara, sharply winged eyeliner adding to the effect, and his cheekbones seemed to glisten in the light. To finish it off, Zoe had braided his hair into an elaborate updo that looked like it deserved to have wildflowers woven through it.
“Wow,” Connor breathed, “I look like a bad-ass.” Zoe laughed and joined Connor in the mirror’s reflection.

((Disclaimer: I don’t remember writing most of this, tbh, as i wrote it on the 14 hour plane ride when I was deliriously frustrated and wanted to land already. Regardless– Enjoy!))

your-ashkuro  asked:

Could I get sleeping headcanons for Yusuke and Goro?

I take it you enjoyed the sleeping HCs for the other boys? I’m so happy >.<

and of course you can get them, Here you go your-ashkuro! Hope you enjoy. - Talal.

(I’m not proud of this ;-; someone reassure me.)


  • Perfectionism and Aesthetics are important everywhere, even in sleep.
  • The bed needs to be in the perfect place that coordinates with the room’s shape, width and height must be completely similar to the room’s.
  • The blanket must take a third of the bed, the pillow should only be a quarter of the bed’s height.
  • The angles must work in harmony, and the coordinations must be arranged accordingly.
  • He enjoys sleeping very much, It’s one of the few times where he doesn’t feel hungry. 
  • His favorite sleeping position is the Log, on either side.
  • He maintains a calm and gentle expression during sleep, imagine him blinking for a very long time.
  • His hair rarely goes anywhere, it’s like it’s stuck to his head and frozen in time, it maintains that hairstyle for as long as he lives.
  • Even though he sleeps, his belly doesn’t.
  • a lot of stomach growling throughout the night.
  • Sleeping over means re-adjusting everything in the room. the coordinates need to be completely perfect.
  • Sometimes, you wake up from the noise and he mutters while maintaining his sleeping expression:
  • “Deepest apologies, my wallet is in a very dire state. and my stomach lacks the brain to understand. it is something simply beyond my control”.
  • before returning to sleep in a second.
  • give him some food and you’re all good. 
  • Expect a lot of horror movie stuff when you sleep over, he’s just that eccentric.
  • Don’t be surprised if he’s drawing your face while you’re sleeping, he’ll even scold if you wake up and change your posture or ask him about it.
  • Make a note to never sleep again unless you’re okay with a little bit of paranormal Yusuke.


  • He has a hard time sleeping each and every single day, either too much work or too much stress.
  • He knows how to look perfectly fine and handsome even when he’s sleep deprived.
  • Freefaller is one of his favorite sleeping positions, he’ll tug the pillow too hard sometimes that it suffocates him.
  • He loves dreaming and thinking about what he’ll do tomorrow as he drifts to sleep, but sometimes these very thoughts can keep him awake.
  • You’re not sleeping over without a dozen questions being asked.
  • He’ll question why you want to sleep over.
  • Why him? do you consider him an interesting person? a trustworthy person?
  • He’ll agree at the end nonetheless, and give an eerie but innocent laugh at your answers.
  • He’s going to be quite busy, and he’ll make sure you tell him when you are sleeping over.
  • when you go, the room is clean, too clean as a matter of fact. Like he picked things up and hid them somewhere else so you don’t see them.
  • If you know what I mean.
  • He’ll ignore all of his work the day you’re coming over, and focuses on studying your personality and relaxing.
  • He’ll occasionally flirt jokingly, even if you’re just a friend.
  • He doesn’t look like it, but he probably moves and re-adjusts during his sleep far more than any person you know.
  • Mostly because he’s not even asleep in the first place.
  • In the morning, he’ll prepare pancakes for breakfast.
  • when he bids you farewell, he can’t help but be paranoid. did you.. have ulterior motives? did you figure something out?

hey hey it’s @overachievious’s birthday! so here’s a shklance retail au for one of the kindest, most supportive, coolest people i’ve ever met in fandom. i hope you have a great day, because you deserve it so much <3 thank you for always being there for me and for always encouraging me!!

(also it’s been a long time since i worked in retail i’m so sorry if this makes no sense)

“Where’s Keith?”

The distinctive lack of the bright red motorcycle in front of the apartment building was telling. That, and how Shiro had just stepped out of the shower alone. If Keith was home, he certainly would have been in there with him.

Shiro, in his towel and nothing else, blinked at Lance. “You just missed him. He’s on his way to work.”

Lance gaped in response.

“What the heck?” he said. “It’s date night!”

Shiro shrugged. He made towards their shared bedroom, the billows of steam from his shower escaping out the bathroom door after him.

“You saw his schedule. He’s working five nights this week.”

This is the tragedy of three star-crossed lovers whose shifts never lined up quite right so that they could have date night. Lance sighed, and flopped across the arm of the couch, not caring that his own work pants were getting wrinkled in the process.

“It’s not fair,” he whined. “This is the fourth date night we’ve had to cancel. Why do we all work so much?”

When Shiro reemerged he was in pajamas and towel-drying his hair. “You can always take it up with Sendak.”

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Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

My entry for the Sterek Support Network’s August prompt: school AUs. I was kind of at a loss for ideas so I just ended up grabbing about seven rough ideas from my school themed prompt list (bonus points if you can pick out all the ones I used) and stuck them all together. It’s a little late and a little long, but hopefully you guys enjoy it.

“I can’t believe I got stuck working with Derek Hale,” Stiles groans, dropping his tray to the lunch table with a flourish that sets his pasta surprise (surprise! It’s not actually pasta) jiggling worryingly.

Across the table, Scott tries to mold his expression into one of sympathy, but it only lasts about two seconds before a smile starts creeping out again.

“Dude, it’s not really that bad, is it?”

Stiles snorts.

“Obviously it’s not bad for you. You got to partner up with your girlfriend.” The grin’s back in full force now, and Stiles figures he can’t really blame the guy since he and Kira have been dancing around each other all summer, but only made things official when school started up again a week back. Still, Stiles can’t help feeling a little betrayed. Where’s the best friend solidarity? The loyalty? Two solid years as lab partners up in smoke at the barest nudge and a hint of a shy smile, and Scott’s not even trying to feel bad about it.

Meanwhile,” he continues, while Lydia and Danny slip into seats a little ways up the table, “I get stuck working with one of only four seniors in the entire school taking chemistry. You know what it means when a senior takes chemistry, Scotty? It means they weren’t smart enough to take it as a junior.”

Scott bites down on a laugh (seriously, the traitor) while Danny eyes him thoughtfully.

“Aren’t you guys taking AP Chem?”

Not the point,” Stiles replies, waving him off. “Actually that just makes it worse. His parents probably made him take it for college apps or something. I am going to be carrying this guy all year.”

Lydia takes a bite of her salad, somehow managing to make biting a cucumber seem like a predatory act.

“I’m sure he’d be willing to carry you if you asked him nicely.”

Stiles groans.

“Not this again,” he mutters, stabbing his fork viciously into a noodle. The fork slides right over the rubbery surface and sends it bouncing off the tray and straight into the side of Scott’s brown lunch bag.

They all stare at the escaped noodle blankly for several seconds, before Stiles slides his tray pointedly away.

“Do we seriously need to run through this one more time? I am not into Derek. I wasn’t into him last spring when I showed up to lacrosse games to cheer on Scott. I was not into him over the summer just because he had that stupid lifeguard job and I liked going to the pool. I like swimming, ok? If anyone was ogling his abs it was you two.” He shoots Lydia and Danny pointedly judgmental looks. Lydia smirks while Danny shrugs, unashamed.

“Hey, I know how to appreciate a view. What’s weird is you protesting so much.”

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BRAD - Library

Note: This was a request so that’s why I have two Brad imagines in a row. In this fic’ Brad is NOT famous or in a band. He is in college, same one you’re in.  I know I haven’t posted an imagine in like 2 weeks, I’m sorry…I’ve really been working harder on my imagines though so that’s why I’ve been taking so long

‘Click click click’ you heard over and over. You wanted to rip your hair out. The boy sitting across from you in the library kept clicking his pen as he read. It just seemed so loud, you couldn’t focus.

“Hey could you be quiet please?” You asked. The guy looked up, you got  chance to see his face and for a half a second you kind of forgot everything that was going on. He grinned at you and took out his earphones.

“Sorry, was I bothering you?”

“Uh, it’s ok. Could you just not click the pen so much?”

“Sure” He said and clicked his pen. This made you cringe a little and you gave him a weird look. He just smiled and looked back down at his book. He took his pen and started writing on the margin of the book.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” You said. He put down his pen and took out his earphones once again.

“What now?”

“That book isn’t yours, you can’t write in it. I mean, at least do it in pencil.”

“Who said it wasn’t my book?”
“The stamp on the book that says it belongs to the school’s library” you said and pointed to it. He marked the page and closed the book.

“Ok you caught me” He rolled his eyes. You had a short moment of silence were you just looked at each other, the smile never left his face. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked.


“Uh, I can see right through you, you know?” you said and closed your book. He raised his eyebrows.

“And? What do you see?”

“Mysterious bad boy” you said making air quotes with your hands. “Charming your way through life, being a rule baker. Supposedly.” you said. He chuckled, and again you had that little moment where you got lost in his smile.

“Until today, nobody has truly understood me like you have just now” He laughed and you wanted to punch yourself in the face. He had the cutest laugh. The most beautiful smile.

“What’s your name?” you asked. He looked surprised.

“I guess that charm you talk about really works. Brad, my name is Brad.” he answered. You tried to hide your smile. You tried to pretend to be annoyed at his remark, but you failed.



“Cool” he said and reached over and took a drink from his water bottle.

“No food or drinks in the library” you said raising an eyebrow.

“Like you said, I’m not much of a rule follower” he said and took another drink.

“Ohhh” You said with exaggerated hand gestures.Two people walked over to the table, they wanted to sit next to each other, so they asked Brad if he would switch places. Like the bad boy he is, he got up and moved. Next to you. He scooted the chair and got uncomfortably close to you. He was trying to bug you. He laughed at the weird face you made.

This boy just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well this is quite romantic”


“Shhhhhh, we’re in a library” He said signaling you to lower your voice.

“Since when do you follow the rules?”

“Since now.”

“Well, I want to talk, so I’m gonna talk. How’s that for a rebel?” He snorted and reached for your hand.

“Come on then” He pulled you out of your chair and towards the tall shelves of books. Once you were near the back he finally stopped.

“There, you want to talk? Talk. People won’t hear you as much back here”

“I don’t know what to say” you said and smiled.

“But- then what was that all about?”

“I don’t know, I was trying to prove a point.”
“What point?”

“I don’t even remember” You said and laughed. He laughed too and again, it felt like the world stopped. He stopped and looked at you.

“What are you doing Friday?” You asked.

“Um, nothing I think” He smirked. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face and looked down attempting to hide how much you were blushing.

“You want to hang out or something?” You said. You were fiddling with your hands because you were so nervous. He noticed and smiled. Again. Making you even more nervous.


“You can come over to my place if you want and we can like, watch a movie or something”


Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes late. You were sitting on the couch watching netflix looking over at the time every 5 seconds. But he never came.

After a few hours passed, you cleaned up everything and gave up. He wasn’t going to show.

You where sitting at the library again flipping through pages of your book when you noticed someone was sitting down across from you. It was Brad. He had some random book in his hand and he placed it on the table. You didn’t look at him directly, you where trying to ignore him.

“I thought I would find you here” He said. You didn't’ answer. You didn’t even look up. But you were listening. He sighed when he realized you were mad at him.

“Look, I’m sorry” he paused.

“I shouldn’t have ditched you, I just- something came up and- .I know I should of at least texted you or something, just blowing you off like that was wrong.But I sorta freaked out ‘cause I didn’t know what to say. Because, if you haven’t noticed, you make me kind of nervous. I don’t know how to show you how sorry I am”

You didn’t even look up. Though you wanted too. But what would you say? So you just kept on reading.

“I’m sorry. Really sorry” he added. He sighed and opened his book once he figured out you weren’t going to pay attention to him. You gave him a quick glance. He was reaching in his pocket. You made eye contact and he gave you a sweet, small smile. You immediately looked down. He took out a pen. 

He started clicking the pen.

‘Click click click’ over and over.

“uh” you mumbled. You stood up, he looked at you curiously, you quickly took the pen out of his hand and threw it on the ground. Now you took his hand and you pulled him out of his chair. He was quiet. You took him to the empty hallway in the back where you had been before. You pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

Note: I really liked this one. Thanks for the request. Although it had asked that the librarian interrupt them somehow, but I couldn’t find a way to incorporate it in this story, I just liked ending it this way, so sorry. Anywaysss I hope you liked it.

Ps: I didn’t spell check so please ignore any mistakes…

The Ring Pt. 2

Originally posted by awhoreslies

Pt. 1

The day you left Birmingham you never looked back. Your family understood what you had to do and you kept in touch, even all the way from America.

You’d taken the train that day 5 long years ago, headed to London. Thankfully you had found a decent man, nothing like John, yet decent enough and who loved you and provided for you. You were married soon after you met and moving to American for his business just before the Blinders took over London.

Your new life was good, average, but never quite what you expected. You lived for the thrill, for excitement and the most you got with David was when you argued about children; he wanted them but didn’t. The truth was you wanted children, but you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to bare them with a man who didn’t have your heart. It was better being away from John but it was like he was always haunting you. He found his way into your thoughts often, leaving you to wonder what his life was like.

Even though you often found yourself dwelling on the past, life charged forward, brining more surprises, like the letter from your father.

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anonymous asked:

so (human) simon is a supernatural fanatic or whatever ??? he's super into lore ok and so he's always tryna guess what ppl around him could potentially be and rlly it just gets on jace's (his roommate) nerves he has no time for simon's bullshit ok bc while he enjoys humoring him he is Not fond of the way simon glares suspiciously @ ppl. it's just rude, simon. anyway simon suspects his new neighbor, raphael, of being a vamp. he almost shits himself upon learning he was right and THEY FALL IN LOVE

If Jace was being honest he brought this onto himself. He’d humor Simon with ‘stories’ of world with demons and angels, werewolves, fairies, vampires and warlocks and the hunters that kept the mundane world safe.

It was fun humor Simon at the time when they were fourteen and just started high school. But he hadn’t expected six years later Simon would still be obsessed, and he wasn’t using that term lightly.

“I think Luke would be a werewolf, the Alpha wolf” Simon leaned over the counter as Jace cooked breakfast in their tiny kitchen.

Jace groans and flips his eggs “it’s 8am Simon”

“I know but-”

“Drink your coffee and got to class Lewis” Jace rolls his eyes. He should have kept his mouth shut. He just wanted a friend that wasn’t Clary or Alec or Izzy and now he can’t seem to loose this one, not even if he wanted to.


“Hey beta wolf” Simon greeted Maia when entered the apartment and saw her on the couch sitting besides Jace.

“Beta what?” Maia asked turned to Jace for her instead of asking Simon to send him on a rant.

Jace shrugged “who knows, yesterday at the Huntersmoon he told me Russell will betray the pack”

“Does he do that to everyone?” Maia asked with a fond smile.

“Yes he does” Jace shook his head and turned his head to see why Simon was still standing by the door with his head poked out into the hallway. “Simon what are you doing?”



“I mean new neighbor” Simon said and shut the door “and he’s so hot”

Maia chuckled and leaned over Jace to look at Simon “what does he look like”

“He’s so tall and handsome as hell” Simon sang which caused Maia to laugh out loud" okay he’s not tall, he’s actually short and it’s cute and he’s pale I bet he’s a vampire"

“Simon” Jace said in an exasperated tone “our new neighbor isn’t a vampire”

“How would you know” Simon snorted.

“Because those are stories, just stories, people are beginning to think you’re weird” Jace replied.

“Hey that’s not fair” Maia butted in.

“Thank you” Simon responded with a proud smirk.

“It’s Simon people always thought he’s weird”

“Wow I’m hurt Maia”

“That’s what you get for calling me a beta wolf, clearly I’m Alpha material”


Simon was suspicious of everyone thank you very much. He just took interest in the people that sparked it. Like The Lightwoods and their mysterious tattoos and Clary and Jocelyn with the same kinds, he took an interest in Dot, the woman never seemed to age and recently in Alec’s boyfriend, Simon swore he saw Magnus’ fingers sparked blue before.

And of course Simon took a special interest in the weird habits of his nocturnal neighbor, Raphael.

Simon wasn’t stalking, he was observing, thank you very much Jace. He noted that Raphael never left his apartment during the day, Simon knows this because their bedroom are right next to each other, he asked -begged- the landlord for a floor plan of the building, and during the day it was as if Raphael wasn’t there either. No noise came through the thin walls. Simon noticed that as soon as the sun went down -which was early during the day winter- Raphael was up and out, not returning until dawn.


“There’s something strange about him Maia” Simon paced back and forth in the apartment.

“He probably works in the night Simon” Maia rolled her eyes and flipped her textbook close.

“What kind of job requires you to be out all night huh?”

“Hotel management Simon”

“Yeah a hotel for the undead” Simon scoffed and collapsed on the couch. He’ll figure it out.


When Simon came stumbling home at 4am after pulling an all nighter at the library the last person he wanted to see but expected to find awake at this time of night was Raphael.

“Good morning” Raphael says to a half asleep Simon as takes a sip from a thermos.

“Morning” Simon mumbled with a yawn.

Raphael chuckled lightly as they entered the elevator together.

The elevator ride up to their floor was silent save for Simon nervously tapping his feet against the floor.

Simon waited until Raphael disappeared into his room before he started to look for his keys.

Simon mentally cursed himself after awhile when he realized that he’d left in on the coffee table in his rush to leave for class.

After knocking twice Simon sighed and gave up. Jace was most likely at Maia’s place. Simon knock his head against the door with a loud groan.

“Um excuse me” Raphael’s door open and his head poked out “your disturbing me” he teased a distressed Simon.

“Sorry, I got locked out” Simon turned to look at Simon with a pout.

Raphael nodded and turned and walked into his apartment leaving the door open “coming?”

Raphael heard the scrabble as Simon bent down to grab his discarded bag and hoodie “coming”

“Thanks” Simon smiled when he got into the warmth of Raphael’s apartment and out of the chilly hallway. “I’m Simon by the way”

“Raphael and you’re welcome” Raphael said and gestured towards the couch “it’s quite comfortable”

“It will do” Simon smiled and sat on the couch.

“Feel free to use anything you need, our apartments should be the same” Raphael said and walked towards his bedroom “goodnight”

It was after twelve in the afternoon when Simon woke up and went to the fridge. He yelped at the sight of bottles of red liquid. Simon’s heart raced and picked up one of the bottle and uncapped it. The stench of blood filled his nose.

“Holy shit” he whispered to himself and hurriedly put the bottle back.

He then turned to look around the apartment. All outside light was shut out by thick black curtains. Simon noted the lack of food beside the bottled blood in the refrigerator.
“Oh god this can’t be happening, this is some crazy prank” Simon whispered to himself when a gush of wind past him.

“What’s wrong Simon?” Raphael’s smooth voice came from behind him.

“N-nothing” Simon stuttered and took a step back.

“Okay then sit down Simon” Raphael said and sat on the couch across from where Simon slept.

“It’s dark in here” Simon avoided Raphael’s gaze as he spoke “there’s blood in the fridge”

Raphael nodded “there is and you know why”

“You’re kidding? Vampires aren’t real”

“Really?” Raphael tilted his head to the side to stare at Simon before dropping his fangs “seems real to me”

“Are you going to kill me? I’m skinny and I didn’t shower, probably wouldn’t taste well” Simon gulped nervously.

Raphael laughed and shock his head “God no, why would I kill you? You’re too pretty”

“I- what?”

“Besides it’s against the laws to kill mundanes, I don’t need your shadowhunter friends to come after me”