I just love the myth of Persephone, i mean the real, original version of it, because it’s not like she got kidnapped, no, this bitch was la-de-da-ing in a meadow and she just happened to find an entrance to the Underworld and she was like “Imma check this out”. And she just wanders into the Underworld and discovers that hey this place ain’t too bad.

Meanwhile Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???” 

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little fyi) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

And Hades kinda just went with it, until Demeter started throwing the temper tantrum of the millenium upstairs and Zeus had to intervene because this shit was getting out of hand and its actually his job to be admistrator of justice. Which considering the shit he gets up to is kinda histerical but that’s another story there. 

And basically Persephone wasn’t a prisoner or kidnap victim at all she just really loved the Underworld and her (eventual) husband, and the Greeks feared her arguably more than her husband because Hades could be reasoned with but Persephone was the one laying the smack down on sinners, and really, who wouldn’t be at least a little scared of someone who’s name means something along the lines of “the destroyer”

Basically, Persephone is amazing and everbody needs to get on her level

Justice League, Meet The Avengers

Batsy has created a chatroom.

Batsy has added Alfredo Pasta.

Batsy: Alfred.

Alfredo Pasta: Yes, Master Bruce?

Batsy: Was it Barry or Oliver this time?

Alfredo Pasta: It was the young speedster, Master Bruce.

Batsy has added Bear.

Batsy: Stop. Changing. Our. Names.

Bear: Alfredo Pasta, you snitched on me?

Alfredo Pasta: No regrets, son.

Alfredo Pasta: Was there something you needed, Master Bruce?

Batsy: I want to know the current status of the rest of the league.

Alfredo Pasta: Inviting them over for dinner? I shall prepare the table.

Batsy: No - a meeting that involves food, Alfred!

Bear: Ooooh are we having Lobster Thermidor? Arthur won’t like that.

Bear: I’ll be back in a… Flash. Gotta take care of my good pal Captain Cold.

Bear has left the chat.

Alfredo Pasta: It seems all members of the JLA are currently preoccupied.

Batsy: Even Clark? What could Arthur be doing? And Diana?

Alfredo Pasta: Saving the world, of course.

Alfredo Pasta: Except for Arthur. He’s at an aquarium.

Batsy: Are there any criminals out?

Alfredo Pasta: I’m afraid not, Master Bruce. Master Dick has done an exceptional job of keeping them at bay.


Batsy: What’s the Joker up to?

Alfredo Pasta: He’s in hiding after your last debacle with him.

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cassian/jyn fic recs by MUTUAL PINING TROPES

I told an anon that I wouldn’t be doing this, yet here we are. This fic rec list is dedicated to fandom’s dedication to mutual pining + tropes that shove Cassian and Jyn together. All are either post-Scarif AUs, or canon missing scenes.

In brief:

fake making-out
like real people do by mollivanders ( @ladytharen​​) 3.4K
It’s a Classic for a Reason by mosylu ( @mosylufanfic​​). 0.4K, oneshot
Faking It by mosylu ( @mosylufanfic​) 2.8k, oneshot

sharing a bed
The Second Mission: Cold and Codependent by angel_deux. 26K words, complete.
semantics (series) by katsumi ( @leralynne​​). 4 oneshots.
the quiet we hold by ithacas ( @dazy-laze​​). 12K, oneshot
Cold, Cold Nights by Felurian. 2.4K, oneshot
we were secrets to keep by mollivanders ( @ladytharen​​)
Finding Myself (And Maybe You) (series) by Copper_Nails (Her_Madjesty) ( @coppernailpolish​​). 5 oneshots.
Remastered by Lafayette1777 ( @lafayette1777​​) 9.7K, oneshot
5 times Cassian and Jyn shared a bed by Moonprincess92 ( @moonprincess92nz​​) 4K, oneshot
Crash into You by jeeno2 ( @jeeno2) 8K, complete
the benefits of conversation by ignitesthestars ( @ignitesthestars​​). 1k, oneshot
falling together by ninemoons42 ( @ninemoons42) 4.7K, oneshot
Before I Wake, Before the Dawn by redfantasyfox ( @redfantasyfox​) 6K, oneshot

fake relationship
compromise by ignitesthestars ( @ignitesthestars​​). 2.6K, WIP

hurt/comfort (i.e. taking care of one another)
cover me, I’ll cover you by mollivanders ( @ladytharen​) 3.4k, oneshot
Hoarse by Selkit ( @coppermarigolds​). 2k, oneshot
Bloody Little Worms by Kobo ( @rxbxlcaptain​). 2.7K, oneshot
Closer by muggleindenial28 ( @jyn-mother-fucking-andor​). 3.3K, oneshot
what is decayed in you shall be made clean by imgoingtocrash ( @imgoingtocrash​) 2.3k, oneshot.
Two Hours by vaultfox ( @vaultfox​) 4.4K, oneshot
flight lessons by ignitesthestars ( @ignitesthestars​) 1K, oneshot
There For You by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue). 1.9K, oneshot

back from the dead
We Can Turn Over and Start Again by kyrdwyn. 13K, WIP
you are your father’s daughter by gingergenower ( @gingergenower​​). 1K, oneshot
Fifteen Days by clashofqueens. 1.1K, oneshot
untitled by @hurricanedancer​​. oneshot.

caught in the act
Caught in the Act by jeeno2 ( @jeeno2). 700 words, oneshot
A Million More Deaths by starforged ( @starforged​​) 3.2K, oneshot
‘cause i’ve been banging on the walls, i’m too dry to cry by youareiron_andyouarestrong ( @youareiron-andyouarestrong​). 500 words, oneshot

sex pollen
Dust by impertinence ( @stopthatimp​). 1.6K, oneshot
Color My Cheeks by Copper_Nails (Her_Madjesty) ( @coppernailpolish) 29K, complete

mutual pining co-dependence (that doesn’t fit anywhere else)
run to me in the rising dawn by katsumi ( @leralynne​) 4.9k, oneshot
Alternatively, by ibohemianam. 10K, WIP
We’ve Been Here Before by angel_deux. 2.5k, complete
my knees are cold (running home) by filzsimmons ( @jynersq). 7.3K, oneshot
Take Shelter by nymja ( @gizkasparadise​) 20K, complete

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Protection : A Roman Reigns Series - Part 1


Part 2Part 3, Part 4

Hello kids! IT’S HEEERE! So this is the first part of this series, I have no idea how long it will be, and the title is probably temporary. 

A/N: As previously mentionned, it’s an AU which includes a lot of wrestlers. This part, which is somewhat of a prologue, features Seth Rollins, William Regal and Maryse! Also, I will be describing some of those wrestlers in a very unflattering light sometimes, but it’s only for the sake of the story and not because I don’t actually like them. If there are wrestlers I don’t like, I simply won’t write them into the story at all.

Before I forget: this story was slightly inspired from a movie called Maryland (2015) about an ex-soldier suffering from PTSD who’s hired as a security guard to protect a woman and her child. I won’t go into detail, but I borrowed the idea of the bodyguard thing with with the bonding between the girl and the guard (which also happens in the movie). It’s a French movie so I don’t know how much I can urge you to watch it but if you can, please do, it was fucking great. 

Warnings: None. Like I said, this is the prologue, there’s not that much going on yet, this is mostly to introduce the setting of the story.

Word count: 2865

Tags: @hardcorewwetrash @imagineall-the-fandoms @insearchofsunlight @blondekel77 @caramara3 @alexahood21 @rocketgirl2410 @m-a-t-91 @flawlessglamazon @mrsamberlopezgoodanoai @xxmaddhatter39xx @ii-love-roman-reigns @romanreignsprincess @littlemissava13 @alexispoo @imagines–assemble @littledeadrottinghood @skyereignsrollinsmain

I hope you enjoy this, let me know if you do, and if anybody wants to be tagged in the future, holler at me!

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Pairing: Natsu and Lucy

Word Count: 1,954

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Perfection. That was what she strived for. Perfection was key, it always had been. For as long as she could remember, it was perfection that had played a major role in her life. It was easy to see perfection in things, people, but it was harder to obtain it. Lucy learned that at a young age, but that never stopped her from trying. Because that was what her father wanted from her, it was the only way to gain his attention, his affection. But nothing was ever enough. Nothing was ever perfect.

Not even her.

He noticed her.

He always noticed her. The blonde beauty was the first thing in his mind when he got up and was his last thought as he fell asleep. He knew her like the back of his hand, he knew her better than he knew himself and vice versa. Maybe that was the reason why he was the only one who noticed.

He noticed how she began to reject the milkshakes that Mira would make for her. He noticed how her smile grew tighter and tighter with each passing day. He noticed how her skin paled, her usually bright brown eyes turned sunken and sullen. He noticed as her bones became more prominent.

As everyone passed off her looks as their imagination running wild, he watched from the background with the unsettling feeling in his stomach growing. He knew something was wrong with Lucy, and he along with Juvia and Gajeel were the only ones who knew it.

Which led Natsu to where he was now.

It was late, somewhere around two in the morning if he had to guess, and he was standing outside of Lucy’s apartment. Natsu never thought things through, it just wasn’t who he was, and yet he’s been standing in the dead of night for a half an hour going over in his head what he would tell his beloved partner.

He figured out a few hours ago what had been the match to her flames of depression. It had happened during one of their typical missions, defeat a monster, destroy the city, pay for the damages with their reward money. But something else had happened along the way.

Natsu, Happy, and Lucy were walking around the city as they usually did before they start their missions, looking around and exploring the streets. Natsu was whining about needing food as Happy joined him and Lucy rolled her eyes at their silly antics.

It was at that moment that she had accidentally walked into a tall woman. She had black colored curls that spilled out of a tight ponytail, a scowl forming across her red painted lips as she glared down at Lucy with piercing blue eyes.

“Watch where you’re going, Blondie.” She snarled, shoving Lucy back. The blonde merely stumbled in surprise, being stopped as Natsu gently caught her arm and kept her upright. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” Lucy apologized, bowing her head slightly. Natsu didn’t release his hold on her arm as he stared down the stranger glaring at his best friend.

“Clearly,” the woman stated before glancing down. Natsu’s moss colored eyes followed her icy blue ones. They stopped on Lucy’s hand, the one that proudly showed her pink Fairy Tail guild mark. The emblem seemed to anger the black-haired girl even more as her snarl intensified. “Maybe if you didn’t think you were so perfect all the time you’d realize you’re just a wannabe little girl with big hips and a large chest. You’re no better than me, or any other girl.”

Natsu felt a growl rumble out of his chest, growing louder with every insult the woman hurled at Lucy. Said blonde flinched at the hatred in the taller woman’s voice as Natsu continued his animalistic noise.

“Leave Lucy alone. She said sorry.” Natsu defended, his face distorted in anger as the black-haired woman turned around. She began to walk away but not before adding, “Tell her to pull her head out of her stupid delusion of being perfect and to join us down here on Earthland. Maybe then she won’t walk into people.”

After that incident Lucy had managed to fool him with one of her well-practiced faux smiles and told him that they should start the mission. She may have tricked him that one time, but now Natsu knew better. He wouldn’t fall for it again, not since he knows she’s hurting.

He moved his gaze other window that was pouring out light. That was Lucy’s room. He grew more confident as he realized that the blonde was still up. As he readied himself to climb up to her window, he did not prepare for what he would see next.

As he crawled through into her room as normal, instead of hearing Lucy screaming at him to get out like her typical greeting, he was met with a watery-eyed blonde. “Lucy?” His voice unwillingly cracked as he took in the sight of his best friend. Her cocoa eyes were rimmed with red, cheeks stained with tears. The blonde hair that she had always worked so hard to take care of was now a rat’s nest upon her head. All of these things were shocking and definitely told him something was up but that wasn’t what hurt the most.

What hurt the most was being able to see her stomach scored with angry red lines that most likely had came from herself.

“N-Natsu…” She hiccuped. Her arms curled around her marred abdomen in a pitiful attempt to hide the destruction from him. His olive eyes zeroed in on her trembling hands that were splayed across her skin, red painted nails blending in with the scratches. His gaze was focused solely on the impressions on her once smooth skin. This is what she was doing to herself, was his immediate thought. While he was standing outside like an idiot, she was in her mutilating her skin with her own fingers. The very thought of it made him want to scream and kick himself in the head.

As he stared at her, Lucy didn’t make any attempt at conversation. Her fear was more than apparent in her tear-filled eyes as she practically felt him skimming over every raised mark on her.

“Lucy-” His voice caught in his throat as though a hand was clenched around it, squeezing tightly and cutting off his supply of oxygen. The entire speech he had prepared was suddenly tossed out of the window as his mind went blank. How was he supposed to react to this? Out of all the scenarios he had thought up, this was not one of them. Never would he have thought that Lucy, his Lucy, would ever do something like this. She was always smiles, and when she was sad she cried and immediately told him what was wrong.

But now, she was standing in the middle of her room, topless with only a pale blue bra to cover her generous chest as she tried her hardest to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. A strong scent of salt filled the room making his stomach churn. After a few moments of silence Natsu finally spoke, saying one single word.


That question seemed to have been her trigger as Lucy crumpled in on herself, collapsing to the floor. Her hands slithered into her knotty golden hair, her pink guild mark standing out brightly. In an instant Natsu was off the window sill and by her side. One of his hands overlapped her smaller one as he tried to pull it out of her tangled locks gently.

Her broken sobs shattered the stifling silence as her arms tethered around his, hugging the limb to her chest for the smallest amount of comfort. He could feel her nails biting into his tanned skin but he didn’t flinch. If she needed to dig them in until they broke his skin and drew blood just so she could keep a grip on reality, then he would let her.

Her tears splattered onto his burning hot skin, the corded muscles beneath flinching as Natsu felt them. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t exactly beat up the person who made Lucy feel the way she is. It wasn’t until her head was pressed against his neck, her cold nose brushing lightly against his collarbone, did it click for him. Right now, Lucy didn’t need an interrogation, she didn’t need a big long speech about how she was perfect in every way to him. Right now what she needed was comfort, someone to hold her until her tears ran dry.

So he was going to give her just that.

With his arms wrapped around her shaking body, warm fingers splayed across her bare back, Natsu held her tightly against him. He acted as some sort of anchor for her, refusing to release his hold for even a second. His need to protect her, to hide her away from the world and keep her all to himself, grew stronger than ever before.

Her blonde hair tickled as it gently trailed against his chin and throat with every move she made. He blindly reached behind him, grasping at thin air until his tan fingers wrapped around Lucy’s pink covers. He yanked the duvet off her bed before gently wrapping it around her shuddering shoulders, covering her up the best he could as she held on to him.

He almost laughed as he saw Lucy move his precious scarf out of the way so she didn’t cover it in her tears, but he bit back the desire. He brought her closer to himself, almost as if he was trying to swallow her whole. “Luce?”

“I’m not okay, am I Natsu?” Her voice was scratchy from her sobs, but her question was as clear as day to him.

Hesitantly, Natsu shook his head, his rose-colored hair hanging over his eyes. Of course she wasn’t okay. She has red marks across her smooth stomach, and she’s sobbing into his shoulder clad in only her bra and shorts. “You’re not,”

“But that’s fine. Everyone has somethin’ that makes ‘em sad, and they all have somethin’ that makes ‘em angry and scared and happy. And they all have someone that they can go to that makes 'em okay,” Natsu continued, his olive eyes glued onto Lucy. “But it’s up to 'em on whether or not they go to that person who makes 'em happy.”

Lucy’s tears slowly stopped, her shoulders no longer trembling as her breathing calmed to shuddery intakes of breath. And the entire time Natsu sat by her side, clutching the blanket to her bare body as he whispered soothing words in her ear. The red scratches on her stomach were now a pale pink, the raised marks lowered. Unconsciously her head rested against his shoulder as her eyes tiredly closed.

Natsu curled his long, tan fingers through her golden hair, relaxing her into sleep. As he did so, he lightly pressed his chapped, warm lips against her temple.

She wasn’t okay, Natsu knew that as he gently lifted her off the ground. Placing her under her covers he brushed his hand along the side of her peaceful face. But he knew she would be. He knew that there would be painful and hard times, lapses that could tear her down, but he also knew that she was strong enough to overcome them.

Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear he smiled down at her sleeping figure. He knew she would overcome them, because he trusted her to come to him when she needed his help to power through.

Part one of three!

internallydeceased  asked:

can we pleeeeeeaaaaase get more of the Claire and Minnie as spies au? (i think it's called either side of the line)

Previous part can be found HERE.


 Just as she was about to answer a loud knock echoed through the noiseless halls, reverberating off the walls and causing the paintings on the closest walls to shake.

“Minnie!” Claire exclaimed, rushing towards the door, her heart picking up pace as she struggled with the doorknob.

Gripping the cool metal, she twisted, the knocking becoming more impassioned with every passing moment.

“Minnie wha-” Claire gasped, the door flying open, its hinges creaking as she took a step back. Watching, Claire viewed the figure with some trepidation as a shadow emerged from the doorway.

Light flickered across the floor, sending rare bolts of gold and illuminating the corridor as the caller revealed themselves, an angry and disappointed look crossing his otherwise soft face.

“Why, Claire?” He asked, a hint of malice in his tone and a glint of betrayal in his eyes, “why did ye do it?”

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If the MCU writers make Tony fucking Stark apologize to Captain Fuckoff I’m going to be pissed. Tony was, for once, trying to do things without violence or anything else he was trying to do it the right way. Steven Rogers ignored over 100 countries telling him that they didn’t feel safe without some kind of safeguard on the Avengers but somehow Rogers knows better than all of them? I don’t think so. Steve Rogers is one man and he has an insane god complex, he can’t stand it when anyone stands up to him or argues with him which is all Tony does. Tony has had to listen to the praises of Steve Rogers since childhood, there’s a saying that you should never actually meet your childhood heros and this is exactly why. Did Tony make mistakes? Yes. Yes he did but did he run from them? Hell no. Tony does not deserve the shit he gets from this fandom. Tony is a man who suffers from severe panic attacks, PTSD, anxiety, depression, and god only knows what else yet I’ve never seen anyone actually stop and ask the man if he’s okay or if he needs help yet Bucky, who was brainshwashed, gets coddled and told it’s not his fault. 

The Accords were going to happen with or without Tony’s signature so he just signed so there wouldn’t be any trouble because he knew he could try to get a better deal and get them amended once they were passed. Did Cap even read them? Because as far as I know he did not read that fucking long as book called a document. As far as I know none of Team Cap read the Accords, they just followed Captain America. Yet they had no trust in Tony. It’s funny because Tony got called out for not trusting authority yet in the one movie he does everyone else calls him a coward and traitor for it. Steve Rogers called him out on keeping secrets and then what do we have here? Steve Rogers kept a secret! He kept the fact that Tony’s parents were not only murdered but also murdered by the very man he’s disregarding everything for and then tries to lie to Tony about it? 

Yep! That’s the man I want to follow! 

Tony offered Cap a way to bring in Barnes legally and without consequence when he offered that 24 hour grace period and Cap shoved it back in his face. Cap didn’t even ask the others on his team what they would have wanted and as far as I could tell he didn’t even tell them that Tony tried to compromise with him. He just let them all think that Tony was being unreasonable when in fact he gave him several chances for all of this to go away and to not happen. Let’s also not forget the fact that Cap injured several CIVILIANS in that pursuit with Bucky, that was not an Avenger’s mission that was a Cap mission. And we had no clue that Bucky was innocent at that time. Cap found out evidence later that could have given Bucky his innocence in the eyes of the law but he didn’t tell anyone that. He hid information which he should have shared, more secrets on his side!

And can we talk about Wanda please? Am I the only one in this fandom who thinks that she should be controlled? Yes I know that she didn’t mean for her powers to go out of control but when she was working for Ultron and turning the Avengers inside out she didn’t seem to have any problems with her powers then. But now she doesn’t fully understand them and Tony keeps her locked up, without her permission yes, because he’s trying to protect her! If you saw someone with that kind of power that obviously couldn’t control it on the streets wouldn’t you be scared because I would. What if someone had attacked Wanda and made her defend herself? That wouldn’t have helped anyone not be afraid of her, in fact they probably would have grown to fear her even more. She keeps blaming Stark for her parent’s death but really is it his fault? Yes Tony might have designed that missile but he had no reason to attack her country and he said that once he saw the true harm his weapons were doing that he shut down the weapons manufacturing for good. Now look at the time frame, that was about 7 or 8 years ago. Wanda lost her parents about 20 years ago, TONY DID NOT DO IT. Does ignorance equal innocence? No but he also shouldn’t be help accountable for it. 

And how dare they make Tony smile at that piece of garbage letter. That wasn’t an apology, that was Rogers rubbing it all in Tony’s face. I guarantee you that if someone asked Rogers if he would change anything he did in that movie he would say he wouldn’t change anything because he believed he was right. “The Avengers are your family, maybe even more so than mine.” Are you fucking serious. How many Avengers sided with Tony in this debate? In this series we had Cap, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Hulk, Thor, Black Widown; that’s who started out. Hulk and Thor are MIA in this movie and Cap and Iron Man are obviously on their own sides so that leaves the two spies. One of which sides with Cap the other sided with Tony and then backstabbed him and accused him of letting his ego get the better of him. Yep. One hell of a family. 

Then we add to that fact Vision, Wanda, Falcon, Ant Man, Spider Man, War Machine, Black Panther. Vision is basically Tony’s son so yes he sided with him. War Machine has been his friend for over 20 years so yeah he’s with him. Ant Man has never met him yet hates him because someone said never trust a Stark when he has no idea why he’s even fighting Tony, just blindly follows Cap. Falcon just follows Cap because he’s never interacted with Tony really. Wanda hates Tony so yeah not with him, Black Panther is only after Bucky at this point, yes he’s for the Accords but at this point he just wants Barnes dead so if you can say he’s on Tony’s side then I guess. Spider Man was just there to help clean up, he was not supposed to get into a fight with a Super Soldier. WHO DROPPED A LARGE AND HEAVY OBJECT ON TOP OF A KID WITH NO REMORSE. 

In the end most of the Avengers end up with Rogers in Wakanda while Tony ends up with a crippled War Machine and heart broken Vision while he himself recovers from a fight with TWO SUPER SOLDIERS. Both of who tried to kill him yet Tony could have used his repulsors and DID NOT USE THEM. He was pulling punches in that fight don’t even say he wasn’t because his suit still had power when Cap was on top of him and he had his hands up but didn’t shoot when that sheild was brought down on his Arc Reactor. That isn’t pulling punches, that’s going for the kill. 

Captain America was trying to kill him.  

Infinity Wars had better not have Tony apologizing or using that phone to call Rogers for help. 

Rogers had better go to tony for help because Tony has no reason to protect those people anymore. 

Tony can and will pull through without the Avengers, without his FAMILY, because they all back stabbed him when he needed them.

Give me Tony who realizes that for once he did the right thing and doesn’t take Rogers’ sanctimonious shit for even one second. 

Tony Stark does not deserve this and Steve Rogers does not even deserve to be in the same hemisphere as Tony Stark as far as I’m concerned. 

Losses (Yondu x reader)

Walking down the halls of his ship Yondu made his way into his and his wife’s chambers. He had seen her earlier today and noticed she was acting off. After briefing his men on the job they were about to do he had noticed she was gone. Asking Tullk where she had went his crew member had told him she went back towards their room. 

Opening the door to their chambers he heard the shower going. “Now girl ya know we is about ta do a job an ya gonna come take a…” Getting to the bathroom he heard crying and stopped his words. His y/n was tough, she never cried, never. He had seen her take a bullet through the leg and not even sniffle so to hear her crying now he knew something had to be wrong. Looking on the bathroom floor he saw her clothes laying about along with drops of blood. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the shower door to see his wife sitting on the metal floor. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and the water was rolling down her body but what caught his eyes was the stream of blood flowing from between her legs. He said nothing and felt as a lump formed in his throat as he watched her lift her eyes to meet his. 

“I’m sorry.” you choked out in a sob, feeling your tears mix in with the water. 

Yondu felt as tears filled his own eyes and watched as she looked back down and her shoulders shook with her cries. He knew what this meant, although he had never seen it before. They were loosing their child.  Five years now it had taken them to get this far and now it was gone. Seeing her shake and cringe up he snapped out of his trance like state to grab a towel and turn off the water. Bending down he wrapped the towel around her form and lifted her into his arms. He felt as she laid her wet head on his shoulder but he didn’t care. Carrying her over to their bed he laid her on it gently and watched as she didn’t move. Going back into the bathroom he fixed her a glass of water and grabbed the bottle of pills he had stashed away for when he got phantom pains from his fin. 

Back at her side he sat beside her and lifted her head enough to hold the pills to her mouth. “Take these, it’ll help wit the pain.” he told her gently.

Looking at him with your teary eyes you shook your head, “Those are yours.” you whispered but saw him give a tiny smile.

“I’ll be alright, ya take em’ now.” he said with a slight comand in his voice. Once she opened her mouth he pushed them in and put the glass of water to her mouth. Watching to make sure she swallowed them he let out a small sigh and placed the cup on the side table. Looking down he watched as h=she moved to lay her head on his lap. Petting her hair they stayed in silence for a while, both letting it sink in.

“What did I do wrong? What’s wrong with me?” you said so low you didn’t think he would hear. When you heard him let out a deep breath you knew he had.

“This ain’t your fault darlin’. Ya didn’t do anything wrong… it jus’…happens sometimes.”  He said, hanging his head low. 

“It’s been five years Yondu. Something is wrong with me. I don’t understand why you keep me around I can’t even give you a child.” you cried, choking on the last part. 

Yondu stiffened when the words left her throat, grabbing her arms he turned her towards him. “Don’t cha say that! Don’t cha even think it! Have I ever said ya are only ere’ ta give me a child!? Have I ever pressured ya inta feelin’ like ya had ta give me a baby!?” he yelled. Seeing her look at him with fear in her eyes and more tears roll down her face he dropped his head and held her to his chest. He heard as she sobbed into his chest, clung to his shirt like it was her life line. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta yell at cha…. I love ya y/n. I will always love ya, child or not.” he cooed into her hair. 

“I..just want a… baby.” you sobbed out and felt him press a kiss to your temple. 

“I know princess. I know.” he said softly as he laid back on the bed with her in his arms. Feeling her cry he began to whistle the tune he always did when she was upset. He felt as her body relaxed into his the longer the melody went on and after a while he knew she had fallen asleep. Rubbing his hand gently over her back he took out his tablet and looked up the information he wanted. Looking over the words he pressed send and laid the tablet back on the table, he would give his y/n a baby. Even if that meant them both going to get checked out by the doctor. 

Enamel (or I hate everyone in the chat)

Just for the record this is ALL @kylorenvevo and @greyjedireylo fault

(this is unbeta’d/a mess/the tenses are probably all over the place kthxbai~)

He’s staring. 

A second.

Two seconds.

Kylo’s face looks pale. More than usual. Rey reaches out with force, gently prodding their bond. There’s lust– which is a relief given the circumstances–but also fear? No, fears. There’s the fear of disappointment– something that has been a constant shadow in Kylo’s like– but also fear of…her? 

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i’ve been meaning to tell you, dad, i hate you.

thinking yourself a hero, you didn’t help to raise me. thank god, you’d didn’t. if you had, maybe i too would have become a monster. but no, instead, you ripped apart that little girl in front of you. you ruined her in every way. when she was up past your knees, you left a bruise across her tiny wrist. when she was seven, you touched her in a way she didn’t understand, and she was scared and confused. by the time she entered fourth grade, she feared you and the way your voice seemed to shake the house. she took cover like you would in the event of a tornado, because to her, she feared you more than any storm. by twelve, she started to fight back. oh boy, you didn’t like that, dad. you treated her like a dog, wanting only obedience, not respect. she was told to bite her tongue and let things go, because heaven forbid another tantrum. at fourteen, you made your daughter try to kill herself. she was so young, she barely knew what a noose was, let along how to tie one. that year, you made her sob, wishing for a father who would love her. but you were not her father. you were her villain. you pushed her down when she was determined to pick herself back up, and eventually she learned to stay down. she learned that your hands could pack just as much of a punch as your words and that your anger could make her feel like nothing. she learned what it felt like to cut herself, dad. she learned what it felt like to break glass over her fingers, just to show the pain you left on her mind. because don’t blood and bruises mean more than her cries? your little princess, as you used to call her, tried to take her own life, because you were the demon taking over her thoughts.

they say love your parents, dad. they tell me how much family matters. but you were never my dad. you will never be family. you will forever be the blade between my fingers and the yelling in my ears and the tears rolling down my cheeks and the nightmares haunting my sleep. you’ll never know any of that, because to you, you’re the father i never deserved.

Happy Father’s Day.

@ballvvasher replied to your photo “The absolutely denial of R/ylos to admit Rey only holds hate for Kylo…”

Things wouldn’t be so bad if they just accepted that they interpret the canon as they want, just like with all the other shippers of main pairings in star wars. Because as of canon tfa, the only romantic relationship is hanleia. Every other ship is NOT canon.

Relationships might not be canon. But it is canon that Rey adores Finn. 

I mean Reylos constantly go and on about their masters in English and how they can read into the narrative but funny enough they are more than happy to ignore what the script actually says about how Rey views Finn. 

Comparing people who say R/ylo will be endgame as to having the same chance than those who say Finnrey will be is ridiculous. It would be like saying Padme/Maul had the same chance of becoming canon as Anakin/Padme or Leia/Jabba to Han/Leia when the films are coming out.

Can the writers pull a racist move and throw away all the build up of Rey and Finn’s relationship, yeah. But the fact still remain that build up is there.

The only thing the writers build up about Rey and Kylo is an antagonist relationship where at the very least she outright despises him.  To the point she actually considers outright killing him and it is only stopped at the last minute by the realization she is standing close to the dark side of the force by allowing her hate to consume her (as Luke realized long ago). 

Again, those two relationships are not comparable. Another scene r/ylos argue Kylo was being “totally kind to rey because he loves her”

Agony. Terrified. Pain. Tears. Those are the words the writers used in this supposed romantic scene for R/ylos, hell so many literally use it as their blog’s banner. Now to the torture scene let’s see the language used by the actual script. 

Afraid (twice). Agony (twice). 

She is literally in so much agony it finally triggers the force within her and gives her the strength to fight him.  That is not the same. It will never be. Ever. Also that energy fandom calls a “force bond” is literally them just recognizing the force in each other aka. they are force sensitive. In fact Kylo’s scene with Finn at the beginning of the film was very likely the same thing. 

Holy shit Kylo and Finn have a canon force bond…oh wait, he is probably just feeling a strong force sensitive person like he does with Rey later on because as you will realize until that scene Kylo didn’t know Rey was strong with the force (sorry you will take force sensitive Finn from my dead hands). 

Now Compare all those Rey and Kylo moments to scenes like this.

This is not a shipping war. This fandom literally twisting the narrative to make a character the protagonist hates and fears and has hurt her more desirable as a love interest than a black lead whom she loves and respects mutually. 

The demon towered over her, a wall of flame and molten rock. Its voice was the hiss of water hitting boiling metal. “You think you can defeat me?”

Esk looked up at him. The first thing she realized was that no, she couldn’t.

The second thing was: that was the wrong question.

“I think if you fought against me, you’d win,” she said. Her voice was shaking a little. She didn’t try to mask her fear: it meant more, she thought, to be afraid and still stand here than it would to be fearless.

The flames rustled. If its face were human, Esk thinks she might have seen a hint of discomfort in them. “Then why, little human, aren’t you running?”

Look the devil in the eye, the tales all said, and Esk did. “Because of course you can beat me in a fight. But the question is, why should you? Why should you fight me at all?”

The demon held absolutely still. Even the flames didn’t flicker.

Esk’s heart beat furiously in her chest. “You were a creature of God, once.” Her sweat wasn’t only due to the heat. The demon could burn her, smash her, end her any of a thousand violent ways. “And you followed the devil down. But now, here you are. Who do you follow?”

“Are you suggesting that I follow you?” the demon said. It did not move.

“Yes,” Esk said. Past her chattering teeth, she forced the words, “Why not? Is my goal not worthwhile?”

After consideration, the demon said, “It is.” (Was it her imagination, or were its flames lowering?) “Are you a holy woman, to command me?”

Esk’s laugh was a broken thing. “Oh bless, no.” She thought of herself as a girl, still. Holy - wow, really not. “I’m just trying to find my brother. He’d tell you I’m nothing like holy.” It made her throat ache, to speak of her brother, to think of him. She swallowed her tears. She couldn’t afford to be distracted.

“And to do that,” the demon said, “you’ll face me, and not back down.” In the mess of flames, it was hard to tell which parts were the face, but it seemed to Esk that maybe those parts were tilting a little. “Look.”

Esk blinked smoke from her eyes. A swath of flame retreated, and behind it she could see a pile of rocks, ranging from fist-sized to the size of her head, rising as high as her waist. She removed one hesitantly, from the very top. “Go on,” the demon said.

She only removed a handful of rocks when she started feeling it, whatever it was at the bottom of the pile. It gave her strength, so that she could hurl the last few rocks away if she wanted to. She made the effort to set them aside gently.

It was a sword, at the bottom, only she could tell it wasn’t really. Her mind was telling her it was a sword, because it had no picture and no name for what it really was. It fit in her hand like a dream, which is more or less what it was.

“What is this?” she didn’t hide the naked awe in her voice, either.

“I cannot say the name,” the demon said. “It is powerful. And you can have it.”

Once Esk had seen fire sucked out through a hole in a wall, reaching out for air. What the demon did was like that, or perhaps like that in reverse: the flames curled up on themselves until the resulting form was no bigger than the largest rock of the pile.

“Demon?” Esk said, uncertain.

“You have a sword.” Its voice, now, was like the hiss of the last embers in the hearth. “Use it.”

She looked at the sword. She looked at the demon, curled up small at her feet. She awkwardly negotiated the blade so it wouldn’t be turned at the demon, or at her own body. She knelt to the demon: she could sit very close, now, and it was no hotter than sitting near an oven. “What will it do to you?”

“What do you think?” it asked. “As long as the demon guards this passage, you shall not pass. It is written. Do what you need to, and pass.”

Esk took a breath, and another. She rose to her feet, and held the sword the way she did before. She moved away from the demon, and brought the sword down on the largest rock in the pile that had covered the sword.

The sword didn’t cut it clean in half; it smashed the rock, like a mallet. By the third rock Esk smashed, it became a mallet, still light as a dream in her hands. (Of course, that’s what it was.)

“What in creation are you doing.” The demon’s voice was too small and weary to sound like a question.

“It has to be around here somewhere,” Esk explained. “The thing binding you to this pass. I’ll find it, and then you can do whatever you want. You said it was written; I’m going to erase it.”

The flames were moving again, agitated. “You can’t break a vow with a sword,” the demon said. “Or with a mallet.”

Esk raised up the mallet. “With this one? I think I can, actually.”

The flames grew, and grew. “What if there is no tether?” The demon asked, encircling her on all sides now. “What if nothing binds me here?”

Esk opened her hands. “Then what in creation are you doing here?” she put all her exasperation into her voice.

The flames trembled all around her, and rose into a mighty pillar, wailing.

Esk held the mallet above her hands. She felt whatever material it was made from - no metal nor wood nor stone - flow over her hands, down over her face and her body down to her feet. It was cool, even when she went forth and put her arms around the pillar of flame.

Fire has no body, but there was something solid in there. Hard as rock, at first, and then it melted into her hands.

“It’s okay,” Esk said, dazed. “It’s okay. You can come with me if you want.”

The flames encircled her again, but now the perimeter was wide enough to stride in and Esk could see over them to the other side of the pass. A gap opened in them like an invitation, flames shivering on its sides.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I’m not leaving you here. I mean,” she hastily said, “you can stay if you want to. But I want you to come.” Under her breath, she muttered, “When my brother sees you, he’ll have a fit.”

Roman AU has arrived!!!! Many thanks to everyone who encouraged me as I struggled to find the way to put it into words. Even more thanks to the amazing @tel-abelas-mofo, without whom this piece would be a grammatical mess and be sorely lacking in some areas. Check her out, if you haven’t already!!!

The Threads that Break Us - Read on Ao3

Tevinter is an empire with sights set on all of Thedas as a prize. Orlais, The Marches, and Nevarra are all under Tevene rule.
Tevinter had set its sights on the city of Arlathan, the last remnant of the crumbling Elvhen empire. Its crystal spires stood tall and proud, a constant mockery and reminder of what the Imperium could not have. They are ‘allies’, as much as anyone can be allies with Tevinter- hidden meanings, sharp tongues, quick wits and political maneuvering to keep themselves apart, both rife with betrayal and greed.
Prophecies speak of a wolf, woken to walk among The People again - but destined to be their downfall if he does not overcome his Pride. And now, a man, once a relic of Tevinter’s glorious conquest of Andraste and her armies, is said to have returned, bringing death and destruction in his wake.
Gladiators, magic, slaves, scholars, nobility, battles of mind and body, inflamed passions, forbidden love, politics and subterfuge and the price of power.
And a vigilante who the whispers in the streets name the “Herald of Andraste”, bent on taking down the Empire one notch at a time.

Chapter One: Prophecy

She walks, hands bound and chin held high despite the sea of sneering faces and cruel words. She barely manages not to flinch as a stone is cast so near that it grazes her ear, a burning pain erupting where it tears the skin. She will not let them see her fear, these heathens, more monsters than men. She closes her eyes, tries not to focus on the feel of the spear in the small of her back, keeping her moving through the hostile throng of beasts who froth at the mouth and long to see her blood stain the dirt beneath their boots. She failed, the screams of the remnants of her armies reaching her ears above the din as they are slaughtered where they stand… where they continue to fight. She tried. Oh, she had tried.

She wonders at the fate of her people - the slaves she freed - the slaves she sent scattered to the winds when she heard tell of the legions bearing down upon them. She knows what will happen - though she dares to hope that they find their freedom, that all they have fought for and gained has not been for naught. A wretched cry tears itself from her throat as she falls, white-hot pain blossoming across her temple. They all cheer as she hits the earth, gasping raggedly when she feels her shoulder crunch upon impact. She is distantly aware of the blood trailing down her face, and through dim vision she sees a stone stained red from where it struck.

She is not afraid.

The one who holds the spear hauls her to her feet, cruel hands finding purchase in her hair. She cannot hold back the hiss it provokes, prompting a satisfied laugh from the assailant. He releases her when her feet find hold of the earth, shoving her through the parting masses, the revealed path’s end at a stake upon a pyre, already heavily burdened with pitch and kindling. She swallows, raises her chin, feeling a drop of blood roll off of her cheek and onto the hardened leather adorning her chest. She does not flinch as they spit upon her, does not look, does not think - her gaze fixed only upon the fate that awaits - steps drawing her ever closer.

Dirt gives way to creaking wood, shackles replaced with biting rope as she is thrust against the unforgiving beam, forced to face the horde that slew her armies. She lets her gaze travel over them, harsh and proud, holding her head high. Her eyes fall upon an elf on his knees, head bowed low and arms bound behind him. She feels her heart stutter, and her lips part on a silent plea, begging it to not be so. He lifts his head, eyes of striking blue meeting hers, set into a face she knows all too well. They widen, and he jerks against his restraints, pain writ clear upon his features.

“No!” He bellows, and is stricken across the face in response, sending him tumbling sideways into the dirt. He snarls and makes to move against the one who struck him, but he sees the subtle shake of her head, the sadness in her eyes, and he relents. Her heart aches to see him - though she knows that he would have never gotten away. He is too important to them, just as she is. His sword lies broken before him, work forged by loving hands undone. She cannot tear her gaze away.

“What a delight to have such an esteemed guest!” A voice booms above the crowd, jeers and angry voices silenced immediately at the sound. A man steps from the throng, handsome face betrayed by the cruelty in his gaze and manner. She lets her eyes fall upon him, narrowing at the mantle of imperator settled on his shoulders. He steps forward with a smirk, reaching for the golden sunburst that hangs from a chain around her neck.

“The mysterious Lady of Flame,” he growls, tearing the chain from her body with a snap of his wrist. “One wonders why you do not call fire upon us now?” His smirk turns feral, and he leans close enough that she can smell his foul breath. “Perhaps your power has abandoned you, just as your Maker.” She does not meet his gaze, instead turning back towards the elf in the dirt, watching her with anguish. She closes her eyes. The imperator clicks his tongue, taking her chin in his hand. “How different life could have been had you not spurned me all those years ago,” he says, face softening. “You could have been happy. Treasured.” He pauses, face contorted in confusion. “But you chose a life of hardship, and look where it has led. A failed rebellion, crushed beneath the heel you could have served.” She tears her chin from his grasp, her eyes filled with flame.

“I preferred poverty to the chains you offered,” she spits, finding her mark on his cheek. He chuckles, wiping the spittle from his face and tossing the sunburst into the dust. She squeezes her eyes shut, wills the screams to stop.

“Do you have any last words, Lady?”

Her eyes snap open, and she fixes him with the full power of her gaze and all of the anger beneath. “This is not the end,” she whispers. “More will rise where I have fallen, and they will finish what I started. You will burn, Corypheus, you and your precious Empire.”

“Perhaps,” he smirks. “But you will burn first.” He gestures to someone behind her. “Now, let us see if the Mistress of Fire can indeed control the flames!” he roars, met with the answering din of the crowd.

She hears the torch clatter against the wood of the pyre and she feels the heat that erupts upon contact. She meets the elf’s eyes one last time. Her elf.

“Andraste!” he screams.

Shartan. The breath to form his name is stolen as she is consumed.


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Perfect || Mark Tuan

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Title: Perfect ~ Mark Tuan


Genre: Fluff

Request: can you do a scenario where [y/n] is caught trying to kill herself and mark helps her? thank you, and i love your work!!

A/N: Thank you so much, I appreciate all of your support. It’s not easy being a new scenario account. Please don’t read this if you are easily triggered by the mention of depression or suicidal thoughts. If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here to listen. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send in feedback and scenario requests (cause let’s be honest, I’ve run out of ideas). xx

The silence in the white hospital room was almost killing Mark on the inside. There he sat in an uncomfortable gray chair at the side of his girlfriend’s hospital bed. He played with her cold, dry hands, his head never leaving sight of the dainty fingers in his hand. His girlfriend [y/n] sat silent as she stared at the wall in front of her, not saying a word. Mark would have spoken up, but he didn’t know how or what to say. There were so many thoughts going on through his mind and so many questions he had that he needed answers to, but he was too in shock to speak up or even talk to [y/n] in fear of hurting her more than she already was.

“Why?” was all that he stated.

[y/n] stayed silent in the bed next to him and didn’t answer. Honestly, she didn’t know how. She could tell how upset and broken Mark was over this, but how do you tell your boyfriend that you just have had enough? She was afraid and nervous that her words would make him want to leave or even get mad at her for her reasoning.

“What do you want me to say?” She spoke for the first time since the incident.

“You could start with why I found you laying on the bathroom floor with a bottle of bleach and a container of pills,” He said as he held back tears at the memory that had happen over a day ago.

“You can ask anyone, anyone at all and they could tell you about everything they know.”

“Cause that makes me feel any better,” Mark replied as he looked over at [y/n], who still refused to look at him, “Knowing that my girlfriend has told people about things before her own boyfriend.”

“It’s not that, Mark.”

“Then what is it? Do you not trust me?” He asked as he let go of her hand.

“It’s them,” She said as she finally looked at her boyfriend, “It’s everything that they say about me, telling me that I’m worthless and not good enough, not only to you, but to myself and to life in general. Do you know how much that hurts, Mark?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me they were saying things like this to you?”

[y/n] sighed and turned her body around so she could face her boyfriend, looking at him dead in the eye.

“It’s not easy you know? Saying those kinds of things out loud makes a person start to believe them. Especially since I hear these things said every day and every second of my life. I try to be happy and positive, trying to ignore everything they say, but I can’t. I can’t keep putting a smile on my face when I know that you’re trying to be happy when I’m not. I can’t put you in a mood like that and I can’t worry you about my problems when you’ve already got your own to deal with like the tour and your new album coming out. I know you’re going to say that you always will make time for me when I’m feeling like this, but I’m not worth it, not to anyone. What other choice did I have?”

“So you think killing yourself is the only answer?” He asked as he choked back his tears.

“It would have been easier, for everyone,” She answered.

Mark wanted so badly to just hold her tight in his chest and scream at her, saying that it wouldn’t be, but he knew that not only would [y/n] get mad, but the other residents in the hospital as well. He didn’t want to be kicked out, not when his girlfriend need him.

“Did you even think about how it would affect me?” He asked, “I’m your boyfriend! We’ve been together for 2 years and you thought that killing yourself would be easy for me? [y/n], I love you. I love you so much that I am here, giving you my time when I should be at work to get ready for our album. I’m here so you don’t have to suffer on your own and now you’re telling me that no one, not one person would ever be affected by you just killing yourself? How could you be so selfish?”

“Mark, I-“[y/n] cut herself off with a loud sob.

Mark didn’t mean to make her feel bad; he just said what he felt like he needed to say. When he found [y/n] almost dead on his bathroom floor he was beyond broken, scared, and hurt. His mind couldn’t even process what was going on at the time and all he was thinking about was that he had lost his one true love.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke softly as he pulled [y/n] into his chest.

[y/n] rested her head against her boyfriend’s chest and let the tears continue to fall from her eyes. Neither of them spoke while she cried, soaking Mark’s shirt in the process. Mark ran his fingers through her hair as he tried his best to calm down the crying girl. Eventually her tears stopped and she pulled away from Mark and wiped her red and swollen eyes.

“I don’t blame you if you don’t want to deal with me anymore. I know I’m a mess,” She spoke.

Mark swore his heart shattered at her statement and allowed a tear to slide down his smooth cheeks.

“Don’t say that,” He said, “Don’t you ever say that. [y/n], if I didn’t want you I would have ended it back before anything happened. I’m here because I love and care for you. Don’t you ever say that I don’t want to be with you because that is the far opposite. Besides, right now you need me more than ever and if you’re feeling this way you need someone who can love you and remind you how incredibly special you are.”

[y/n] let a few tears slide down her cheeks as she smiled a genuine smile at Mark for the first time in a while.

“It’s going to take me a while before I can believe it, but I trust you. I trust that you know what you are doing. I just…I need help believing in myself. But I have you and I guess that’s enough to convince me something. I’m sorry I tried killing myself. I’m sorry I drank and ate those ‘things.’ You didn’t deserve that pain.”

Mark smiled and kissed her cheek gently with his soft, pink lips.

“Don’t apologize. You were hurting and I was stupid enough to not see through you. I can help you though, even if it means that I have to get down on one knee and present to you a hundred red roses every day until you believe every word that I say about you and even days beyond that.”

“Mark-“ [y/n] said as she practically threw herself into his arms, catching him by surprise.

Mark didn’t say anything except for a small sigh of contentment as he hugged her back tightly in his arms. He kissed her head over and over again before he lead his lips to her ear and whispered softly.

“I love you, I always have and I always will. Please remember that.”

[y/n] smiled to herself, knowing that deep down inside, she believe him. Mark wouldn’t lie to her, not after he put himself through all of that just to be by her side. She knew Mark genuinely loved her and that was enough to convince her to stay, at least for a little while longer.

unconditional - one (h.e.s)

Originally posted by toasttostyles

a/n: hello darlings. none of you know me too well yet. i’m ceridwen and i like vampires and harry. as such, this au was born, so if you’re a fan of the fantastical as well as a whole bunch of drama, this story will be right up your alley.

i would like to give you more of a taste of what this will entail, but i would also like it to speak for itself. i will leave you with a brief summary of this first part, and leave you to your own conclusions. <3 happy reading, and i hope you enjoy.

summary: your night out could have ended badly. thanks to a concerned stranger, it doesn’t. you end up with more questions than answers.

You’re not sure when this nightclub went from thrilling to nauseating.

Logic would dictate that it was about three cocktails and several shots in, when everything became just a tad blurry and your head began to spin, but logic is not on your drunken mind’s side. The blaring music and flashing lights prevent you from focusing for long enough to think – it takes at least a minute or two for you to finally fixate on the way to the exit, squirming past masses of gyrating bodies. You need to get out. The roiling of your stomach cannot be ignored, so the friend you arrived with is forgotten in the panic to leave before you potentially vomit all over the dancefloor. You’re going to regret this whole thing tomorrow. You already regret it, in fact, it’s caught up with you already. This was a horrendous idea.

The stuffy heat of the club gives way to fresh evening air, and you gulp it down frantically. So much better. Being exposed to the elements does have the unfortunate side effect of showing you how drunk you really are, though, which leaves you pressing your palms to the rough stone wall and staring down at the cracks in the pavement. Everything is slightly distorted. You smile and bop your head when you catch the rhythm to a familiar song thudding from inside, but grow to regret the jarring action immediately. God. If you’re going to puke, why can’t you just puke already? This debilitating sickly feeling is becoming unbearable.

Maybe you should head home. Yes. It seems like a good idea. It’s only a few streets away, you reason with yourself, and what are the odds of being followed? You hadn’t heard of any incidents like that in forever. It’d be fine. You could text your friend when you got in to tell her you were in the flat, and you could change out of this ridiculously uncomfortable dress and into some comfy pyjamas. Never has putting yourself to bed sounded so appealing.

Turns out the odds aren’t in your favour.

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xxsugamonsterxx  asked:

83. w/ Mino please ^_^ <333 xxxx

(83) Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.

part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you.’

When her name flashed across the screen of his phone, Minho had to do a double take.

It hasn’t sunk into him yet. It sure as hell didn’t take five months to be remotely okay with never having to hear from her again.

His clammy hands gripped the ringing device under a shaky pressure as he slipped out of the room, nodding a haste I’ll be back to Seunghoon who caught his jittery change in behavior.

The phone still rung as Minho slumped back onto the wall of the deserted hallway. A string of questions bursting through his cluttered mind, wondering why she called so abruptly, where she was, if she was okay, if she missed him as much as he missed her.

Everything he still wondered about every other day since they broke up.

“H-Hello?” Minho swallowed thickly, his pulse ramming hot against his ears.

There was silence from her end and for a second or two Minho thought she finally hung up on him. Only to have his heart soar to his mouth when her voice simmered through the line.

“Minho…?” Laughter slurred through her questioning tone and it didn’t take much for Minho to sense the sadness beneath it.

She’d been drinking, maybe just a little, but like always Minho could tell.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” It was nearly laughable how stupid he felt, his questions already answered by the nature of the sudden call itself.

“It should be okay, right? You told me it’ll be okay- you promised me it’ll be okay, but I-I don’t think I am-”

A heavy ache dropped in his chest over the devastation breaking in her voice as she struggled to piece the words together. As much as Minho liked to think that they mutually settled on going their separate ways, it was him that broke it off. In fear of hurting her more than he already was, a meek excuse she disapproved off without missing a beat.

In truth, Minho was simply terrified of falling harder than he intended to. How he never imagined that the sound and taste of his own name on another person’s tongue would be so addictive.

“Where are you?” He sputtered out.

She dodged him away, mumbling further as she spilled off the dam she just broke, “I haven’t been okay and everything hurts and I hate that I’m calling-”

“Where are you?” Minho grew impatient when he repeated himself sternly this time.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called-”

He sighed to himself, rashly taking the chance of pinning the one place that came to mind, “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Before she could utter her protest, Minho ended the call and stuffed his phone to the pocket of his jeans. He shouldn’t have asked, unconsciously knowing where he’d most likely find her.

He was the one that suggested the idea in the first place; a spot by the river, where vacant benches lined the stretch of pathway at this time of night.

Minho spotted her even from a distance, standing not far from a bench the both of them had claimed favourite during spontaneous dates that meant nothing and everything all at the same time.

She stared toward at particularly nothing as she faced the river with early winter’s air combing through her hair. Minho stopped dead in his tracks when she turned her head to the side, blinking lazily with an expression he couldn’t read.

“You’re here.” She said quietly, a wistful smile stretching her lips ever so slowly.

“I’m here.” His legs carried him towards her without thinking, and Minho finally understood that to love is to surrender.  

“How’d you know?”

Knowing well that she knew he’d find her here anyway, Minho shrugged with a small smile, “A lucky guess.”

“You didn’t have to come.”

“I was just worried and for fuck’s sake it’s freezing out and you’re out here like this. Come here, I’ll drive you home.”

“And where is that?”

“Wherever you want us to be.”

The Animal Within

Colonel William Stryker looked down from the watch room high above the isolated room below. The man who he could not even describe as fully man roared out and slammed into the twelve foot thick concrete wall. His metal claws slashing at the wall. Looking up he saw as the man stared at him with his lips pulled back into a snarl. “How does he know we are up here, the glass is double sided.” One of the other members of the research base said as he stood beside Stryker. “He doesn’t have to see us he can sense us. Smell us. Hear us… Isn’t that right Wolverine?” He said and smirked when the mutant growled. “We haven’t been able to get him to cooperate. If he doesn’t calm down we will not be able to control him.” Not taking his eyes off of the man Stryker raised his chin, “Then we find him a weakness.”

The small woman screamed and thrashed as the two men dragged her towards the large metal door. “NO! NO! LET ME GO!” She whimpered, but they did nothing to help her. Coming to a stop they held her tightly as another came forward to open the door in front of them. Once the door was opened the two men quickly threw her inside before slamming the door shut behind her. Groaning the female pulled herself up to look around the room she had been thrown in. It was dark and cold. From what she could tell the floor and walls were both made of concrete. Going to stand she heard a low growl and halted her movements. Taking a deep breath she let out a whimper when the strong smell of an alpha male filled her. Looking into the far corner she saw as a figure stepped forward and couldn’t help from letting out a whimper.

Sniffing the air the wolverine gave a growl and moved closer to the Omega female in his cage. She was small, normal for her breed but he could tell she had not had a decent meal in a while, the same as himself. She was dressed in nothing but a hospital gown that ended just above her knees. The thing that got the wolverine’s attention the most was the strong smell of her heat. Holding a low growl he stalked closer to her. He could tell she was trembling and moved to sit in front of her.

Y/n never took her eyes from the nude male, she could easily tell was an alpha and knew better than to test him. She stayed completely still as he moved to sit in front of her. When his hand moved forward she flinched before feeling him run his fingertips across her cheek. Giving a whimper when a wave of her heat came at his touch she lowered her head. Hearing the sound from her the wolverine gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. Meeting his brown eyes she felt tears roll down her cheek.  "No.“ He said in a rough voice. Not sure what he meant her eyes drifted away from his for a second before snapping back when he pulled her to him. 

Grabbing her arms he easily lifted her into his lap. He could feel her shaking with fear. Moving to sniff at her neck she again let out a whimper. She soon stopped when she heard the deep purr in his chest. Smirking he kept purring while he studied her. He could smell the clean scent on her skin telling him she had been bathed recently. Trailing his hands up her arms to her shoulders he went to remove her gown. When she went to push him away he pulled back his lips into a snarl. Gripping the material in his hands he ripped it down the middle and removed it from her body.

Y/n now sat in his lap bare along with him. She felt as more tears fell from her eyes at the embarrassment. "No.” Wolverine said as he saw her crying again. Pulling her close he nuzzled into her neck and licked the skin making her gasp. Humming he ran his nose up to her jaw before placing light kisses on the skin. Holding her chin he made sure she couldn’t pull away from him again. Glancing at her eyes he pushed his lips to her own roughly. It took him no time at all to shove his tongue into her mouth and taste her. She whined into his mouth and felt as he moved his hand from her jaw to the back of her head and neck, holding her to him. Placing her hands on his chest she heard him give a warning growl, to not push him. When she did nothing but rub her hands down to his abdomen he hummed, telling her that was okay. Breaking from her mouth he heard her breath in and moved to lick back down to her neck. Licking and nipping at the thin skin with his sharp teeth. Grabbing handfulls of her ass he carried her over to the matress of the floor in the far corner. Pushing her to lie on her back he followed to hover above her. Animal or not Wolverine was careful not to place much of his heavy form on her. Running his hands up her arms he felt something around her right wrist and snapped his head up to look at it. Seeing a metal chain around her wrist he snarled. Unsheathing one of his claws he saw her try to yet again move away from him.

Her eyes looked back and forth between the metal claw and his eyes. He saw fear in her eyes, more fear than before. Wolverine was an alpha male he wanted his female to fear him enough to obey him but not so much that she feared for her life. Purring to her he slowly moved the claw to her arm holding the limb still when she tried to pull it away. Carefull sliding the blade in between her skin and the chain he looked at her eyes before flicking his wrist upwards. Y/n smiled when the chain fell from her body. Seeing her smile he let out an amused huff and let the claw slide back into his knuckle. He watched as she timidly moved her shaking hand to his hand. Lacing her fingers with his own she rubbed the area where she had seen the claw disappear at. 

Pushing her hand back down to the bed he looked down to make sure she was truely bare beneath him. Seeing nothing but her pale skin he hummed and moved to settle himself between her legs. Y/n could feel his overly large member resting against her stomach and shudered at just how much it was going to hurt when he claimed her. Her thoughts were soon forgoten when she felt him start to lick down her body. “Ahh.” She gasped when he suckled at her nipple biting it a little before doing the same to the other. 

The wolverine continued to explore his new territory. Observing the way she would react to different touches he made. Trailing his fingers between her legs he ran one of the digits over her pink lips. When she flinched away he gave another growl and smacked the side of her thigh. Hearing her cry out he glanced at her face before continuing. Running the finger up and down her slit a few times before pushing forward to feel her wetness cover his fingers. Smiling at how responsive she was to him he placed the tip of his finger at her entrance.

Y/n felt as if her body was on fire, the heat raging now. When he placed his finger at her hot entrance she couldn’t help from whimpering as the need to mate filled her. She was surprised when he removed his finger and kneeled between her thighs. “What is he doing he was supposed to be mating her!” She asked herself. Looking into his eyes she saw amusement. Furrowing her brows she gave a small growl of her own before kicking on his chest making him fall backwards. 

Wolverine clinched his jaw and growled out as he fell to the floor. Glaring back at her he saw her swallow hard as she realized what she had done. Shrinking inward she yelped out when he grabbed her ankle and snatched her to him. Throwing her over his lap he smacked her bare ass cheek making her cry out. This went on for four more times until he threw her back down onto the bed, this time on her stomach. 

Holding down her wrists in one hand he growled into her neck. Moving his free hand down between her legs he spread her slick around and rubbed some on his cock. Placing the tip of his cock at her entrance he held her hip with one hand and her hands with the other. “Beg.” He growled and heard as she whimpered. “BEG!” He command and felt as she let out a shaky breath. “Please…” She whispered “please what?!” He said in a deep voice wanting more “please… claim me.. as yours.” Hearing a purr she felt him lick the side of her cheek. “Mine.” He said before thrusting his hips forward. 

Y/n screamed out as he entered her and tried anything to go away from him. Feeling her try and escape wolverine was quick to bite down into the nape of her neck. His sharp teeth braking the skin he locked his jaw, she wasn’t going anywhere. Feeling his claim over her she whimpered and layed her face flat on the bed, fully submitting to him, her alpha.

The wolverine smiled around her flesh, purring at her acceptance. Pushing in to the hilt he allowed her the time to adjust. When he thought she was ready he pulled out of her before slamming back in making her whimper. Keeping a hard yet slow pace he felt as her body was jolted forward with every thrust of his hips. 

Y/n cried out when he moved his hand from her hip to rub her clit. She screamed and moaned as her body was forced into climax. When the wolverine felt her muscles convulse around his cock he groaned but held his own orgasm off. Letting go of her neck he pulled back to look at her, seeing the blood rolling down her throat from where he had bit her. Pulling out of her he heard as she whined and smirked. Flipping her onto her back he looked at her face to see her eyes lidded. Spreading her legs he looked down at her slightly swollen pussy. Seeing the glistening wetness he growled in arousal. Rubbing his thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves she flinched away and whimpered. Giving her a warning glare he settled himself to lay down. Throwing both of her legs over his shoulders he licked up her slit with the flat of his tongue. “Ahhh.” She cried out. This time when his tongue licked up her slit he slipped it inside of her lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. He held her to his face while he lapped up the sweet juice coming from her. When her hips would buck away from him he would dig his fingertips into her skin as a warning. Soon she was screaming in another orgasm and spasming. When her legs became limp he looked up to see her eyes fluttering.

With a predatory growl he crawled back up her body. Grabbing her chin he forced her to look at him as he entered her, to make her see who truly owned her. Wolverine smirked as her back arched off the bed and gasp out something incoherent, this is how he wanted her. To be so high on sex that she was lost for words. That all she could think about was her alpha’s cock fucking her. “Mmmm.” He growled when he entered her fully. Pulling his hips back he kept his eyes on her when he snapped back into her. She cried out with every move he made now her pussy so sensitive from the constant attention. She could feel the burning sensation on her inner thighs were his beard had rubbed her raw. When he bit down on the mound of her breast she went to cry out only for her voice to be hoarse. 

Unlatching from her breast he smiled when he felt her licking at his neck and chest, whining for his knot. It turned him on to know that her omega nature was taking over, that she didn’t want but needed to be claimed, to be knotted by him. He knew she was a virgin before him and knew not what her body craved but he was going to teach her. Pushing his lips to hers he forced her to taste herself on his mouth and heard as she gave a feral whine. This whine wasn’t like the ones before this one screamed for him to take her. Feeling the base of his cock grow he thrusted into her as much as possible, forcing the thick bulge into her core. When he felt it lock behind her pelvic bone she screamed out in another orgasm and forced him into his own climax. The wolverine roared out as he filled her with his seed. Rocking his hips into her pelvic bone at a slow pace, working his cum into her womb. When he felt her body finally go limp under him he knew he had completely claimed her, that her body now belonged to him. When he was done he licked up the small amount of blood still leaking from her neck and rolled them over to their sides. He heard as she whimpered out in her sleep and was careful not to pull on her anymore than he had to. The animal in him was satisfied now, he knew he had complete control over her, his female. Feeling her nuzzle into his chest he gave a small smile and layed his head down to sleep.

Above them in the watch tower Stryker smiled. His plan had worked he had given the wolverine a weakness. Now they would begin the experiment…

lots of rambling about Blue Diamond: has she changed at all?

Man I like Blue Diamond in THEORY, in CONCEPT, a cruel, ruthless, powerful dictator, with no sympathy for her own subjects, who was brought to her knees by the loss of someone she loved. Helpless against her grief. Mourning for countless human lifetimes. The fact that it was the loss of, what seems to be, a romantic interest adds a bit of irony when you remember The Answer…

But I feel like they haven’t handled it as well as I’d like? Ideally we would get a glimpse into Blue’s feelings, a private moment here and there (which they seem to be GOING for, but it’s hard to explain why it fell flat for me) but largely, we still see her not through HER OWN eyes, from a very human POV, but we see her THROUGH THE EYES OF HER SUBJECTS. It was a mistake to introduce Blue’s grief the way they did, I think.

If I could change it, although this might not be for the best, we could have had that scene with Greg (I’m just… biased, I love Greg) but maybe leave her a bit more stand-offish and quiet, not so quick to smile at him and accept his words, because to her humans are literally just pets… Yes, she’s surprised a human understands her feelings, but the tone here doesn’t seem to convey just how wild the difference would be to her, or to Greg. We’ve seen him deal with being dehumanized by a gem, when Rose didn’t quite understand human feelings, we know he could be patient and offer her some kind words even if she was a bit more aloof. I think that could have preserved the mystery.

Next step, don’t show her for the rest of the whole Human Zoo/Save Greg arc. Keep her at arms length. She’s there, she’s a threat, she MIGHT show up, but DONT let her. Or at least, use her a bit more sparingly. Cut out What’s The Use In Feeling Blue altogether, although I do think that could become more interesting/relevant later (IF yellow did shatter pink, then this could be her trying to manipulate blue by using her grief, and showing some guilt and/or frustration) 

Because it’s important overall, you can leave Sapphire speaking to Blue directly, but maybe play up her fear a bit more. It would be REALLY HARD, I imagine, to play it cool in front of “her diamond” after ALL OF THAT. It doesn’t have to be anything mayor. 

In terms of art direction, I think it would be better if we didn’t get TOO MANY close-ups of Blue’s face. Keep our distance. Don’t throw her pretty, crying face in our…erm, our faces. It would be so much more mysterious, so much more larger than life and curious and powerful, if we say her head in the distant shadows, her posture upright, her hands three times the size of Sapphire. Maybe send a tear sliding off her cheek and towards the ground.

Speaking of the tears, use them more sparingly. Show her holding back once in a while, trying to retain her dignity, and please. I wish she wasn’t this pretty when she cries. NOBODY just sits there with a perfectly composed face as tears run out of their eyes in a fucking typhoon of depression. If they wanted to humanize her via crying, don’t make it so otherworldly. If they wanted to other her with her still, emotionless face as she cries, then play that up.

Just make it clear. Draw a line in the sand. Is she a dictator or is she a very large princess locked in a tower, unable to change a system she already put in order? WHAT was she doing for what, 6,000 years? was she just crying? Did she never Do Anything? If Yellow was running the world while she sat around sobbing, then ESTABLISH that, please! 

Because it becomes kind of… muddled? It seems like she’s been an ineffective leader, but a LEADER to whatever extent. If she hasn’t been doing anything, why doesn’t she do something? If she’s just as much a tyrant as Yellow, as much as she’s always been, why do I CARE if she’s sad?


It feels like the loss of Pink is meant to have rocked her to her core, destroyed her life, sent her into a centuries long depression… But it doesn’t feel like it actually DID what it was MEANT to do. Because we DONT KNOW enough about what Blue was like before or what she’s like now, or ESPECIALLY how she effects the world she’s ruling. Full of people we’re supposed to CARE about, like the off-colors, like every gem we’ve ever known at some point.

More to character than :’( please.

Like everyone makes jokes about Sombra hacking and checking search histories, but like she probably does.

She knows Tracer has an online shopping habit.

She knows Solider 76 has a habit of checking out dog memes on Facebook.

Reaper looks up cat vids.

Widowmaker? She googles her symptoms (Sombra is concerned).

She knows McCree just looks up the “what in ______” memes

She is actually concerned with what Mercy looks up. With Mercy typing the exact words “why does my team keeping dying and then blame me when I can’t fucking heal them” and “why does my team suck”, she feels threatened to go on a Mercy team.

And so much more. Fear her for she is god.