this has been in my drafts forever and i want it gone

Heat Stroke

Originally posted by bringmeblacksirens1


Prompt: Imagine working as a P.A. for Black Veil Brides on the set of Legion of the Black and having to take care of Andy when he passes out from heat stroke.


“Cut!” Patrick shouted, and the music stopped. The director sighed and made inaudible gestures to the various crew surrounding him. I just shook my head, pushed the hair from my eyes, and pulled open the cheap cooler by my feet.

Ashley smiled, whooping in glee as he rest the neck of his guitar on the stage, running over to me. Everyone else soon followed suit.

“I honestly have no idea how you guys do this all day,” I said, astonished, as I handed a refreshing bottle of water to Jake and CC, “I mean, I checked on my phone, it’s a hundred and ten degrees.”

“Hah!” C.C. jabbed an accusing finger at Andy, “I called it! Over a hundred, pay up, Biersack!”

The singer rolled his eyes, “Yeah, fine, you win, I’ll give you the money later.”

Soon I had given all the band members a bottle, and an extra one for Jinxx. I was the official P.A. of the illustrious Black Veil Brides. When I got into the job I only did it because it sounded better than working at Wendy’s or some shit just to pay off student loans. I did not, however, think that it would involve going to the middle of the goddamn Sahara to film. I thought I would just have to run and get smoothies for arrogant douchebags. Instead I’m trapped in the southern part of hell, hoping I don’t burst into flames.

“Uuugh… Andy, you dick, why’d you say desert?” Ashley grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair, “we could be filming anywhere else and you chose the desert?”

“Shut up, it’ll look amazing,” Andy muttered a quick thanks to me before taking the bottle from my hand, his fingertips brushing against the side of my hand, “anyway, at least you’re not Alicia. You know how many scenes she’s gotta do tomorrow?”

Jinxx pitched in, “But Alicia’s makeup is just a bunch of smeared oil. I saw her pour some water on her hair earlier and wanted to punch something I was so jealous,” he added, “We get any water on our stuff and we’re screwed.”

I chuckled, nudging Jinxx’s side, “Why don’t you just boycott the makeup forever?”

“I’ll toast to that,” C.C. raised his almost empty water bottle like a champagne glass, “to never wearing makeup again!”

Eventually everyone was clinking their plastic bottles to a makeup-less future. Andy grinned, “At least we only have an hour left.”

Ashley choked on his water, his eyes wide with surprise, “At least an hour! At least!”

I rolled my eyes at Ashley’s shock, “Hey, keep in mind that the crew has to be out here till nightfall so you can both your mouths.” I said jokingly. Andy laughed, taking another sip of his drink. Although, it wasn’t as clear cut as I put it. Hence the title of the movie, ‘Legion of the Black’, the boys were clad in nothing but shiny black leather and cloth. I would take the white shorts and short sleeved t-shirt I had on over that any day. Overall, Andy probably had it the worst. He was up an extra hour before everyone else to do his scenes with Alicia, where they finished up Resurrect The Sun.

“All right everyone, we shoot in five!” Patrick called, and the boys groaned, throwing away their bottles into the spare bin near the tent.

Andy waved to me before running up to his stand and I flashed him a quick smile in return. I’ll admit, one of the best parts about this job was the boys. I’ve been working as a P.A. for about three years now and when I got drafted to work for an obscure, punk rock, heavy metal band called Black Veil Brides It almost made all the other countless jobs for assholes like Gene Hackman and Taylor Swift worth it. They didn’t treat me like trash, they smiled and talked to me before doing takes, and, when my boyfriend of three years dumped me, they comforted me, told me that he didn’t deserve me and overall made the whole experience hurt a lot less. I had no idea why, after a year of working with them on tour and during video shoots I still had no idea why I hadn’t been relocated to another movie shoot but Jesus, I’m thankful to work with people like them.

Just then I felt a buzz in my back pocket. I took out my phone and saw that it was Lisa. Usually I would stay and watch the boys preform but… Lisa hadn’t been able to call for a while and I did need to check up on her. The song they were shooting for, Abeyance, came on over the old boom box and they started to preform, so while I brought the phone to my ear, I walked away from the set and behind a tent.

“Hey, Y/N! Sorry I haven’t been able to call for a while. My asshat of a boss made me do overtime yesterday and I forgot to ring you up,” Lisa, my roommate back in Chicago, apologized profusely.

I snickered, “Forget it, it’s okay. Hopefully you’ll get the promotion soon and then you can make his life hell.”

“Ah, yes. Vengeance and spite. The two motivations that get me up in the morning,” I laughed, and began not paying attention to the music playing from the set.

“So how’s the desert been?” I gave her an exasperated groan. “…That bad, huh?”

“Lisa, it feels like I am in Satan’s anus it’s so hot, I feel like I’m going to combust into flames.” I heard her lowly whistle over the tone.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, that bitch Lindsey Lohan you filmed with a year ago just got arrested,” I gasped. Lindsey Lohan. Two years ago I was filming something with her and on the second day of the shoot she hadn’t turned up on set. The director, a nice girl if I remember right, asked Y/N, the brand new P.A., to go to Lindsey’s trailer and wake her up. When I knocked on the door she shouted at whoever was there to get out. I insisted that she was missing from the set and the director asked me to come get her. In response, she threw open the door of the trailer, poured half a bottle of scotch on my head, spit at me, and told me to fuck off. Needless to say, that was one of, if not the worst day of my life. So by now I was too deep in the conversation to notice that the music had stopped. “Yeah. Cops down in San Francisco had a hunch, you know? They thoughts they’d find some weed or something in her flat. Guess what they found?”

“What?” Distantly, I could hear something off in the direction of the set.

I could practically hear the malicious grin in her voice. “You name it. PCP, crack, LSD, everything under the sun.” I was bending over laughing I was so happy, and only stopped when I heard distressed shouting from the set.

“I know, right? She’ll be away for a long ti-“

The jokes forgotten, I was starting to feel panicked, “Listen, Lisa, something’s gone wrong on set. I’ll call you back,” and I promptly disconnected the call, stuffed my phone in my pocket and sprinted over to the set.

When the set came into view, a small crowd had gathered around the center of it. Brief panic turned to fear as I tried to push through the sea of people.

“Hey! What happened?” I asked one person, and I distinctively heard someone shout my name.

“There she is- Y/N! It’s Andy he… shit, he just…” I heard Ashley say and my worry spiked. Once I pushed through the crowd my eyes landed on the dusty desert ground and I felt my stomach drop. Andy had collapsed on the ground, face down on the sandy terra.

My breathing escalated and I crouched down beside Andy, my hand reaching to search for his pulse and inevitably located the steady beat of his heart somewhere down his neck. I looked up at Ashley questioningly, “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know! Everything was normal and suddenly Andy just dropped.” I was about to try and wake him up when I heard Patrick’s angry shouts from across the scattered crowd.

“Heat stroke! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Biersack. Of all the days to beauty sleep you chose today of all days!” He ranted and I felt my blood boil.

Sir,” I growled with an edge of bitterness, “Andy has just passed out. And it’s not unbelievable with this sun. Therefore, I will be taking him to his trailer to be sure that he is alright. And if you have any complaints you can take it up with the medic you surely hired just in case something like this would happen.” The director’s face paled. He knew just what I was implying. I had strongly urged as an experienced P.A, that going to film in the desert and not hire a medic because of funds was incredibly risky and incredibly illegal, which worked well in my favor.

Jinxx snickered at Patrick’s face and C.C. had to suppress laughter. I slipped an arm around Andy’s shoulder and tried to lift him. Ashley noticed and helped me get him upright. Despite his slim frame, he was surprisingly heavy.

“Hey, Y/N?” Ashley asked as I pulled open the door to the band’s trailer. I hummed in response, the majority of my attention devoted to helping Andy and making sure he was okay. “Thanks for sticking up for Andy back there. Patrick is seriously a huge hard-ass and needs to let up on him.”

I shook my head, “You better be fucking grateful, I probably just lost my job over you jerks,”

Ashley beamed, “Come on, you know you can always find a job with us. Personal butler sounds quite fitting.” Resisting the urge to shove the guitarist was almost too great.

“Oh shut up and help me get this idiot into bed.”

Ashley went back to the set to smooth things over with Patrick, leaving me alone with the barely conscious Andy. He hadn’t exactly awoken but had taken to mumbling, his eyelids shut tightly. His skin was suspiciously dry but flushed red and burning. Jinxx called me earlier and said that Patrick, being the cheap prick he is, wouldn’t waste hundreds of dollars for a doctor to inspect what he called ‘a fever’ and said that I had to get Andy back on his feet by tomorrow. That bastard… I’m working off of symptoms that I googled on fucking WebMD, how am I supposed to deal with this?

“Mmm… M’it hurts…” Andy mumbled.

I hummed, “I know, just hold on…” Finally, I found what I was looking for on the shitty website.

Heatstroke treatment centers on cooling your body to a normal temperature to prevent or reduce damage to your brain and vital organs. To do this, your doctor may take these steps: Immerse you in cold water. A bath of cold or ice water can quickly lower your temperature.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” There weren’t any baths in the trailer, or showers for that matter. It wasn’t an RV, just a rental trailer.

An idea popped into my head. Maybe not as effective as a bath but it might do the trick. I grabbed a spare rag from the drawer, dipped it in water and ringed it out until it was cool and damp.

“Okay, this might sting,” I mumbled to myself, seeing as how Andy probably couldn’t even hear me. I gently pressed the towel to Andy’s forehead and he instantly recoiled with a wince.

“Yeah, I get it hurts but please just stay still.” He twitched here and there but after a while he kept still and let me work. Everything was going perfectly well until his mumbling got more prominent. Originally, it was just funny, as he started talking about cats and batman, some strange dream he must’ve been having, but then everything went downhill when I started hearing my name fall from his lips.

“Y/N…” He muttered, and I spun around from my spot in the kitchen. I shook my head, thinking I must’ve just misheard him or something. But it happened again, this time sounding more like plea.

Cautiously, I walked over to him, setting the thermostat on the end table beside the couch. “Andy, you awake?” But he gave no response. He just repeated my name again. By now I had begun to notice a small bead of sweat forming on his temple, despite the fact that I had managed to get his temperature to a normal balance half an hour ago.

“Please… no…” He started turning from side to side, his hands twitching and clenching in his hand.

What the hell? “Andy, it’s okay, I’m right here,” I said softly, trying to wrestle his hands to be still. He didn’t slow, only becoming more and more anxious.

“Can’t… hurt her,” and now even his shoulders were spazzing out, “get… out…”

Now, as it was probably easy to guess, trying to hold down a convulsing, 6’4 heat stoke patient who was at least a foot taller than you is pretty difficult and I ended up with my legs trying to pin down his torso and my hands holding down his arms.

“Andy, please calm down!” I shouted, trying to wake up the singer.

“Love…her…can’t hurt…her…”

My heart skipped a beat when his words reached my ears. Realization hit me, a baseball bat swung to my chest and Jesus, it hit a home run. Andy, my best friend for over a year, was having a nightmare about me.

“Andy, come on, it’s just a dream, wake up!” His words were rattling in my head. In his tired voice was genuine concern. And there were those few syllables that I couldn’t ignore. Just two, though. ‘Love her’

What did that mean? He surely didn’t mean any more than a friend, right?

He didn’t wake up at all. His twitching only increased to painful thrashing. I couldn’t hold his legs down anymore and I could only barely hold his arms down to the couch. It felt like I was riding a bull it was so difficult. If I let him go he would surely have a stroke.

“Andy, please stop it!” I shouted, and still nothing. So I did all I could do. Without actually thinking things through, I leaned my head down and quickly pressed my lips to his, praying that it might calm him down.

His limbs stilled, the only tremor remaining was a small twinge in his fingertips. Kissing him felt… nice. His lips were surprisingly smooth, and I forgot to pull away. Then, after a few more extended seconds of chaste kisses, I felt a small pressure on the back of my neck, creeping up and tangling itself in my hair. My eyes went wide and I pulled away to see Andy’s bright blue eyes staring back at me, a victorious sparkle within the hue. He was smiling widely, and I grasped the compromising position the two of us were in.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” I shouted as I sprung off of him like a startled cat, scrambling back to the kitchen, blushing furiously.

He laughed, “How else is it supposed to look? Y/N, I knew you liked me but in my sleep, I never would’ve guessed!”

Thoughts ran through my head madly and I had no idea what to do. I mean, how the hell do you even respond to that? “Andy, please-“

The singer stood up, still chuckling mildly, “Last thing I remembered was passing out on set and then someone kissing me? I half expected it to be C.C. giving me mouth to mouth or some shit, so you can see how I was pleasantly surprised.” He droned on, walking over to me as I grew more and more embarrassed. I just kiss my boss when he was sleeping. That was a fucking line I really shouldn’t have crossed.

“I’m sorry, please just let me explain-“ My hands gipped at the edges of the kitchen sink as he approached me.

“I mean, Jake and Ashley said that there’s no way she would make the first move, C.C. said that you did. Guess I owe him ten bucks, huh?” My head was lowered as I came to terms with what was about to happen.

“I’ll get my shit in the after the shoot,” I forced the words out of my clogged throat, my hands shaking.

He raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”

I turned around to look at him slowly, “I’m fired, right? I just fucking kissed my boss while he was sleeping…”

He shook his head, “Y/N-“

“Even though I only did it because you got heat stroke and were having a nightmare and some kind of seizure and you were just spazzing on the couch and there really wasn’t anything I could do because Patrick was too cheap to hire a goddamn medic and I-“

“Y/N, listen-”

“Well I did all that I could do but I’m just a P.A. and it was stupid of me to think we were friends and even when I may have thought it was more I just tried to help you so I got on top of you because your legs were shaking and I-“ That was when he grabbed my arm and leaned down in front of me.

“Please, just calm down. I’m not going to fire you, that’s stupid.” He spoke slowly, like he understood the boiling point I was falling over.

I stood, bewildered and backed up against the kitchen sink, registering the space, or lack thereof, between us. “Y/N, what I wanted to say is that I really enjoyed that, okay?”

“What… are you saying…” The very concept of someone else ever enjoying kissing with me was so foreign I couldn’t even fathom it.

“Jesus, you’re dense,” Andy whispered, before pressing his lips against mine. Even though I had done the exact same thing moments before, I still felt utterly taken aback when he initiated it, though. The fireworks were more prominent, they were brighter than before. Electricity sparked though my skin as his hands slipped down to my side to rest on my hips. The taste of the hot sun of his still-warm lips was addictive and I couldn’t get enough of it. The only thing that made me pull away was the burning need for oxygen in my lungs.

“Wow,” I gasped out, taking deep breaths of air.

He grinned, “Yeah… wow.”

After a moment of awkward silence, he said, “So, maybe after we get out of the goddamn Sahara desert, think maybe we could get a coffee or something?”

I fucking loved/hated writing this. I mean, I was considering turning this into smut but I honestly have no idea how to actually write smut. I mean I read it plenty, who doesn’t, but really I have no blues clues how to do this shit.

Anybody got any tips for me?

@corruptedkid @mcrxreader @pink-samurai-glitter @vawkwardme @blackveilbridesfanfiction-com @heymoonrydenwasreal @maddiemoo16602

I Care. - Theo Raeken

Ratings: Fluff?

Warnings: Spoilers from 6x16

Request: @thatgirlwiththeblackglasses said: Hii! Idk if u saw episode 16 (of season 6) of teen wolf, but of you did would u like to write a Theo Raeken imagine where he and the reader don’t really get along. But they do have a crush on each other but won’t admit (sorry if this is weird). But what 6.16 has to do with this is I thought maybe the Theo/Liam scènes could be Theo/YN? And if it can, they confess feelings for each other? Kinda smutty if u want to write that. Love ur blog! Sorry if it’s confusing, if it is, message me pleas💗

A/N: GUYS!!! I’m thinking of making a part II. Like, smut was requested, but I got really carried away & this is already super long. So, if you want smut, just request a part II. Seriously. I’m ready to write smut for this. Also, I meant to post this Sunday, but I saved it to my drafts and didn’t realize it. Whoops.

Imagine wanting to hate someone so much that you trick yourself into believing that you do. That someone would be Theo Raeken. As someone who’s been best friends with Scott  Stiles forever, I knew Theo well. And, by that, I mean past tense. I knew. I knew the Theo that was once my best friend. My first kiss. The Theo that moved away. That Theo isn’t the Theo standing in front of me. The Theo standing in front of me is the Theo that killed his sister. He came back to Beacon Hills and tried to use the friendship we all once shared to stab us in the back. It was a weight off my chest when the ground swallowed him whole.

“Do I get a choice here?” I asked. Liam and Scott were talking to me about a plan to lure the hunters out and give us a chance to get a step ahead. Said plan involved Liam, Theo and I alone in an abandoned zoo. I love Liam, don’t get me wrong, but he can have some of the worst decisions. Like that time he brought Theo back without our agreement. Watching Malia attack him almost made it a little bit better.

“No. If we gave you a choice, you’d do the opposite of what we need you to do.” Scott said, his eyes pleading me to just go with it.

“Why does he have to come?” I asked. Theo was standing against a wall on the opposite side animal clinic. I could feel his eyes burn holes in the side of my face.

“Because I’m also a valuable part of this plan.” I could practically hear the smirk that he wore because of how cocky he sounded.  

“We’ve gone over the plan. There will be no changes. No one is getting out of this because they don’t like someone else. We need everyone to do exactly as planned or it’ll all fall apart.” You can always tell when Scott meant business, and this was one of those times. We all gave in and left the animal clinic. Liam, Theo and I headed out to Theo’s truck to wait it out at the zoo.

I could hear Mason over Liam’s phone. The plan was working. Nolan was following Mason to the zoo, and he’d be there expecting to find the entire pack.

“He’s driving a bright red car.” Theo looked at me, knowing I’d hear the comment as well, and chuckled. Any other time I’d refrain from reacting if Theo was involved, but I laughed with him. If asked to describe Nolan, discrete will never be an adjective used.

As Mason pulled up, we all hopped out of the truck. Liam and I left Theo to empty the trunk as we crowded around the rolled down window of Lydia’s car.

“Should I come with you guys?” Mason always wants to help us, whether he really can or not. In this situation, however, none of us were going to let him try. Mason can only do so much before he’s thrown into the line of fire, and he’s already tip-toeing on top of it.

“His friends shoot to kill. Go home.” Theo was right behind me, his arms full of stuff from the car. Mason agreed and drove off, leaving us to get into position.

“They’re not gonna believe Nolan.” Liam and Theo were going back and forth. Nolan only saw the three of us, and now there are only two hunters here. In order for the plan to work, we needed more of the hunters here.

“Okay. Then they’ll have to believe us. Isn’t that right?” Suddenly Theo was yelling at Liam.

“What the hell? Theo, what’s your problem?” I placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping to grab his attention and quiet him down.

“My problem? What’s your problem? Oh, that’s right, you always have a problem.” Theo’s voice rose with each sentence. If he wanted the hunters’ attention, he had it. They definitely knew we were there now. The next thing I know, Theo’s hand collides with Liam’s face.

“You see that, Scott? Little beta can’t even take a punch?” Then I knew. Theo was trying to get their attention and make it seem like we were all here. If they thought we were all here, they’d be forced to call for more backup.

I stood up, knowing I’d have to make myself known as well, and pushed Theo against the wall we were hiding behind. If this was a free chance to hit Theo, I’d take it. When my hand made contact with Theo’s jaw his head hit the wall and he was momentarily dazed.

“You’re one to talk, Theo. Seems you can’t take a hit either.”

“I’m not going to hit you,” Theo said, quietly. “Let me go.” I studied every part of Theo’s face before I hit him again, testing him. When Theo didn’t even raise his arm against me, I pulled away.

“Awe, Theo. No need to go easy on me.” I tease, raising my voice so I knew they’d hear. This time, Theo switched us around. Somehow, my back was suddenly pressed against the barrier. Theo still made no move to hurt me. Liam took the opportunity to grab a hold of him, spin him, and dish out a punch similar to the one Theo threw at him.

“Your beta, Scott, he’s only good in a fight when he’s angry. Let’s see how he gets.” When Liam growled, I couldn’t tell if he was acting or if Theo had really made him mad. Finally, we could hear the hunters scattering and calling for help.

“Are you done? Or do you need to keep going?” I asked after Theo ripped Liam’s shirt. They both looked as if they’d been jumped.

“I think they’re sold.”

“You ripped my t-shirt.”

“Yeah? You broke my nose. Twice. It healed. Then, you broke it again. Two times!” I couldn’t help myself when Theo said this. I gave in and swung at him once more.

“Three times.” I smiled victoriously as I watched his nose begin to bleed again. We looked around, checking our surroundings before running to our next hiding spot. Theo began to complain, pestering Liam about why he’d pick an abandoned zoo to bait out the hunters. I tuned them both out as soon as Liam began comparing the zoo to a Greek island.

All three of us were stood in this tiny spot behind bars, looking out for the rest of the hunters. When they finally came, they came in bulk. Everyone was there - Nolan, Monroe, and Gerard included.

“We’re supposed to be decoys, not target practice.” Theo and I went to leave, but Liam stayed. I grabbed Liam’s hand, hoping he’d get the hint and follow, but he didn’t. I faced him, trying to convince him before he yanked his hand from mine. Theo grabbed his shoulder, but he shrugged his hand off. Theo tried to convince him but gave up.

“Fine. Get caught.” As Theo left, I gave Liam one last look.

“Please don’t make me follow him on my own,” I begged. Liam said nothing, so I too gave in and left, trailing behind Theo as we heard Gerard announce his army.

“He’s going off anger,” Theo muttered to me as I caught up. “He’s going to get himself killed.”

“He’s angry. Theo, aren’t we all angry? Each and everyone one of us is being targeted. It’s like the deadpool all over again. Ordinary people are picking up weapons and hunting us. People we’ve known forever. Everyone has turned against us.” The deadpool was before Theo returned to Beacon Hills, but that didn’t change the fact that this was the same song and dance, just more personal. Theo didn’t see how the deadpool hurt us, but now he’ll understand it.

“I’m not dying out here because you want payback against some kid who kicked your ass.” The bitterness in Theo’s voice didn’t surprise me at all. It also didn’t surprise me when Liam pulled away from Theo again.

I felt Theo grab my hand and pull Liam and me away from our spot, which alerted Nolan of where we were. Theo tried to tell Liam to calm down, but all that did was make it worse. Liam flashed his golden eyes at Theo. I could feel Liam’s anger radiating off of him.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked him.

“This can’t just be Nolan. Something around here is triggering you.” Theo added. When Liam tried to tell us he was fine, Theo kept pushing his buttons. I could hear Liam’s heart beating quicker as I took a step back, not wanting to be between the two if one of them threw a punch.

“They’re up here!” We were so distracted by trying to calm Liam down that we did hear Nolan find us. Liam charged at him, taking him over the barrier and catching Theo and I both off guard.

“Dammit,” I muttered, stepping forward to see where they landed. I went to jump down and follow them, but I felt a hand grab a hold of my wrist.

“(Y/N), stay up here,” Theo said, pulling me towards him.

“Why?” I tried to pull myself away from him. I could feel my own heart rate go up as I realized how close I was to him. Being this close to him, seeing him in this light, it made me momentarily forget just who he’d become.

“Nolan has a bow. You and I both know he probably won’t hesitate to shoot you. I’m not going to let you get hurt.”

“Nolan won’t hurt me.” I tried to pull away once more. Nolan and I used to be friends. Nolan was like a baby. He’s scared, and he’s confused because he doesn’t know what’s happening. “I don’t need you to protect me. Especially not from him.” I don’t need Theo thinking I need him around.

In the time that Theo spent trying to keep me away, Liam had lunged at Nolan. Nolan’s back was pressed against the wall, and he might have been crying. It hurt me to see that. Deep down inside of him, he knew what he was doing was wrong. Nolan is a good person. He’s just been misled. Liam was hitting the wall next to Nolan’s face. He was trying so hard to keep from killing him. Finally, I felt Theo let go of me. Before I could make it, Theo was already over the ledge. Next thing I knew, Liam was on the ground.

“Run.” Theo gave Nolan his infamous smirk. For a split second, I couldn’t help but feel a bit attracted to it. I shook it off and helped Theo drag Liam to the truck.

“I don’t need your protection,” I said as Theo and I climbed into the front seats of his truck.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt and know I could’ve prevented it.” He spoke quietly like he didn’t want me to hear it.

That struck me. It pulled at my heartstrings. Deep down inside I knew I cared about him. I never quit caring. But he doesn’t have to know that. When Theo came back I expected him to be the boy I wanted him to be. When he wasn’t, that’s what hurt. It hurt knowing he wasn’t still the same boy that stole my heart when we were younger. Theo was my first kiss because he was my first love. I wanted him to be the same Theo, even though I hadn’t seen him since like the 4th grade.

“Theo,” I started before he interrupted me.

“No. I’m being honest here. I know you probably don’t trust me. Rightfully so. But, I need you to know that I care. I need you to know that I am scared that something will happen to you. And I will do my best, when possible, to keep you safe. Because I care.”

“Theo, shut up,” I whispered, my face heating up. I knew he could hear how rapidly my heart was beating.

“Seriously. (Y/N). You know me better than everyone else does. You know when I’m lying. You know when I’m acting. You know that’s not what’s happening here. I know you can’t stand me, but you’re the only one I care about enough to keep safe. I’d go crazy if you were hurt in some way.” Theo reached over, grabbing my hands in my lap. “Whether you care or not, I do. I want you to be safe.”

I threw my walls down for a moment and held his hand with mine. I took a moment to study his heartbeat and the way his face looked with the street lamps’ light bleeding through the window.

“I care,” I whispered, scared to mess with the moment that we were having. It was fragile. I felt that if I breathed too hard it would ruin. Theo didn’t pull his hand away from mine.

“Did you have to knock me out?” Liam was no longer out cold. “How many times?”

“Five times.” The smirk on Theo’s face made me laugh a little. I chose to ignore the rest of the conversation until we were parked. Liam got out of the truck and, before I could open my door, Theo locked the truck. With his seat belt off he turned towards me, his one hand still holding onto me.

“Do you really care?” He said, his eyes not meeting mine.

“I want to say no. I want to not care. But I do. And it sucks.” This time it was my eyes that wouldn’t make contact.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“Theo, I don’t hate you. As much as I should, I don’t. I trusted you when you showed up out of nowhere. I defended you when Stiles was against you. I almost chose you over my best friends because I still saw you as that boy that kissed me on the playground when we were little. But that’s not you anymore. For a while there I wasn’t sure who you were. When you killed Scott I lost my mind. If Melissa hadn’t of saved him, I never would’ve been able to be this close to you again. But somehow I can’t hate you. I avoid you because I hate knowing what you do to me.” I nervously played with his fingers, hoping he’d leave it at that.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Look at me.” I faced him. He took his hand from me and brought both of them to my face. I could feel his breath on my lips as he got closer. It felt like years passed before his lips touched mine. I reached one of my hand up to his face, falling into the moment. I could feel all my pent up emotion bubbling to the top as he kissed me. His lips were warm and he tasted sweet and I wanted the kiss to last forever. At some point we pulled away, waiting until we absolutely had to. His lips were swollen and the image in front of me was sinfully glorious.

As we made eye contact we burst into laughter, not really believing what was happening. I pulled his face back to my own, smiling into the kiss. My hands traveled from his face, down his chest, to rest at the end of his shirt. Nothing could really happen with the console placed awkwardly between us, but neither of us was willing to stop. Not until we had to. Before anything could happen there was a knock on the window.

“I was gonna ask how your part of the plan worked, but I’m sure I’ll have to wait,” Scott said from outside of the truck before walking off.

“We’re not done here,” Theo said, pulling away. I laughed a little bit before nodding my head.

“Definitely not.”

A bunch of Yuzu asks

Anonymous said:

Could you tell us a little about what happened in the 2012-2013 National? I know that Yuzu won, some people did not like it and something made him very upset, but I only know that. I tried to look for some information in the GS but I did not find anything.

I think you summed up the chain of events pretty comprehensively there. It was the first Japanese National title for Yuzu, which did not go down well with some people. Most of those unhappy folks were supporters of Daisuke Takahashi, who was at the time the top male skater in Japan and a very, very popular figure with lots and lots of fans. I did not witness it firsthand, but I heard that those disgruntled fans took it upon themselves to make a ruckus during the medal ceremony. Plus after that there was plenty of talk circulating about how Yuzu’s win was undeserved. All of which, of course, made Yuzu quite depressed. I think I read somewhere that the backlash extended further when he didn’t medal at Worlds that year. His performance at London was affected greatly by his injury, and his comeback free skate was, by all accounts, an extraordinary effort, but well, die-hard fans just can’t be reasoned with.

Anonymous said:

Do you remember your reaction to the cup of china 2014?

Oh my lord, yes, only all too well. I’m actually having the shivers just from typing this. I remember being confused at first and then worried and then full-blown panicked and hysterical as Yuzu kept lying there on the ice and no help seemed to be coming. I remember thinking that it was at the same time one of the bravest and the most foolish things I’ve ever seen when he insisted on skating his program. I remember biting my nails and practically hyperventilating every time he went for a jump. I remember feeling, I don’t know how to describe it, emotionally overloaded, I guess, when I watched him break down in tears at the K&C. 

I remember vividly that it was the day I decided that this incredibly brave and foolish kid is my most beloved athlete on the face of Earth and that I would forever support him in whatever he does.

Even now I still get the anxiety whenever I see him in warm-up. Why did you do this to me, anon, why?

Anonymous said:

yuzu’s 4S is the scariest thing, like you never know when he’s gonna land it, and when he does, it’s so insanely beautiful?? I was rewatching seimei at aci and his 4S combo was so fast his quad looked like a triple???? this isn’t a gif request or anything but I just wanna share my admiration at his speed in the air and I know you’ll get it

I totally agree with every of your points, have gone ahead and make a gifset for it, and have gushed my heart out about it too in a lengthy and largely redundant love letter to His Majesty :D If there’s any positive takeaway from that disastrous free skate at SCAC, I’d say it’s the confidence he seems to have gained on his quad Salchow, or as I like to joke:

that awkward moment when you fell on your best jump popped your second best jump and nailed your least reliable quad 

#just yuzuru things 

Anonymous said:

i feel like yuzu sometimes changes his biellman to an a spin if he’s not doing well in the program? does the biellman take effort apart from flexibility? or does the a spin allow him to think like, oh what should i yolo later   

The Biellmann position is quite taxing on his back and shoulder and Yuzu doesn’t really need it to hit level 4 on his free skate combination spin, so yes, when he doesn’t feel well enough he will skip it. Like at 4CC this year, he said he was feeling a bit stiff, so he didn’t do a Biellmann in either his free skate or the gala after. Another advantage of switching to an A-spin is that it’s an easier position to hold, so it would allow Yuzu to slow down or speed up accordingly to bring his choreography back in sync with the music, in case he missed a beat or two earlier due to a flubbed jump :)

Anonymous said:

I know you mentioned you’re currently working on skating skills/spinning tech posts, so if you kind of cover my question in those, please ignore this ask!! there seems to be a varied consensus on yuzuru’s spins - some say he’s the best in the field at the moment, and I wanted to know if you agree/disagree/other, and if you think his technique has worsened at all in recent years? (thanks for all the magnificent posts btw, i live for them <3)

I wouldn’t say Yuzu is the absolute best spinner in the men’s field right now. He’s one of the best though, that’s for sure :) In a post which has been in my draft since dinosaurs walked the earth, I’m comparing his spins to Jason Brown’s and when I eventually post it (hopefully later today if I manage to make all the gifs I want to make to go with it), you’ll see that my position (no pun intended) is that they’re on the same level.

As to the development of Yuzu’s spin technique over time, I’d like to recycle these gifs:

SP Étude in D-sharp minor, 2011-2012 season:  

SP Let’s Go Crazy, 2016-1017 season:

Doesn’t look like his spin is becoming any rustier with time: flexibility, control, balance, musicality, everything is still there. If anything, he’s been getting better at gaining speed, especially during sit spins, plus both his flying entries and jumps within spins are becoming a lot more stable:

(appreciate also that smooth transition out of the Biellmann - it’s a new feature developed just last season, you know)

This is it (S.M.)

Based off prompts 2- Don’t forget me when you’re gone, and 30- Why can’t you love me like you love her?

Description: Y/n is Shawn’s best friend, and has been since the first grade, when they’re a year out of high school and Shawn now has a girlfriend, he has an important decision to make between them. He knows his girlfriend, Maya, is nothing but toxic for him, shes practically ruining his good boy physique. When y/n tries to tell him he needs to stop seeing her what will his decision be?

I kind of really want to do a part two to this. Let me know what you think and I will!

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we’re okay

A/N: so, this took me FOREVER to write. i have so many rough drafts of this now, i over analyze everything and just wanted this one shot to be perfect. but, it’s finally here and i really hope whoever reads this enjoys it and shares it w people. if you have any requests, feel free to do so.
requested by: @libbie-chan
Warnings: fluff and a bit of cussing, but mostly just cute fluff between you and Peter.
pairings: peter x reader
Summary: Flash tries to taunt you about Peter being MIA and accuses him of being a shitty boyfriend lately due to the stark internship,which leads to a very sweet and innocent conversation between you and Peter.
You knew that this Stark Internship and being Spiderman meant the absolute world to Peter. You knew how hard he worked to get to where he is. You had to admit that you were worried about his safety at times, but he was doing great things for Queens. Of course had to cancel plans here and there, but that doesn’t mean Peter was never there for you. He always made time for his girlfriend. Even after kicking some ass in the city, he would come by your window and you’d end up just talking to each other for hours.  Most girls would be mad that their boyfriends cancelled on a date, unlike you who understood how much this meant to Peter. He had gone through so much, especially losing his uncle 7 months ago. All you could do was support him and know that he’s safe. There was no reason to be upset, but you did have a reason to be extremely proud of your adorable and strong boyfriend.
“How was last night with Peter?” Michelle asked, lifting her head up from her book during passing period as you struggle to open your locker. Being the only one besides Ned who knew about Spiderman, you had to keep the lies going about what Peter really had to do that led to cancelling a date.
“He cancelled. Something came up at the Stark internship meaning he had to be there. But he called me later that night, so it’s fine.” You replied, finally yanking open your locker. You swear you had the shittiest locker in the entire school. Grabbing your Chemistry textbook, you shut your locker and turn to your friend.
“Well at least he cares and is trying.” Michelle shrugged and you both made your way to your next classes.
Michelle was pretty micheaveous at times, because that was well, Michelle. She usually didn’t think much of it though, being lost in her books most of the time.  But the one person who continued to taunt and be irritable about it was Flash. Flash was obviously jealous of Peter for many reasons. He had the girl, the brains, and worked for a freaking billionaire. Flash hated that Peter had it all and it was his pleasure to always find ways to knock him down.
“He just works so hard at this internship, I could never be mad at him for doing great things, this internship is his dream.,” You continued the conversation as you walk into Chemistry. You both were pretty early, the bell just ringing a few seconds ago.
You and Michelle sit down in your seats, Flash before was minding his own business on his phone probably looking at memes or googling ‘how to be better than peter parker’. God, you wish that Flash for once could kept his mouth shut and class would go by smoothly, but it’s Flash for crying out loud - Flash never. shuts. up.
“Let me guess, Penis Parker bailed on another date because of his dumb internship?” Flash butted in from across the room. Again, the he never shuts up. He always has to think his opinion matters, when really it’s never mattered in any situation.
“Peter didn’t bail, you dumb ass, he had to take a raincheck.” You confirmed and narrowed your eyes at Flash, who just scoffed as if you were telling lies. Well, technically you were lying but it was for Peter’s own safety. You hoped and prayed that he’d just give up, but of course he would never.
“Quitting band, skipping decathlon practices - Parker really just doesn’t give a damn about anything or anyone but that internship.” Flash leans over his desk that only a few feet away from yours. You just roll your eyes at him. It’s not like Peter could just quit being Spiderman for a day to spend time with his girlfriend. You weren’t that needy.

“He does care about everyone and everything, he just usually has his hands tied. What do you expect me to be like pissed off at him or something?” You questioned.

Flash raises his eyebrow, “You mean you’re okay with never seeing him? he’s been so distant with everything lately, barely having any time to spend with you. I would have a right to be pissed off if my girlfriend did that to me. I deserve the attention.” It was like this idiot wanted you to get mad. All he ever did was taunt you about Peter and your grades and you were absolutely sick of it.

“Flash, you don’t have a girlfriend.” Michelle spoke coldly while still staring at her book. This is why she was your friend and one of your favorite people besides Peter, of course. You fist bump each other quickly.

“it was just an example! you’re not a good couple if one of you is MIA and distant all the time.” Flash folds his arms in defense.

“Look, I don’t need you to tell me anything about my relationship. Peter works hard and makes me proud. He does in fact have time for me, but it’s not like I need him every second of every day. I’m an independent person who just so happens to have an amazing, loving, and beautiful boyfriend like Peter Parker. Stop tearing him down and stop butting into mine and Michelle’s conversations, and just go back to looking at your fucking memes” you didn’t know you could be so verbal. you were usually a shy person especially with someone as intimidating and rude as flash. Whether he was going to say something back to you, you just turn around to face the front of the class.  

Peter always felt guilty when he to raincheck. He wanted nothing more but to not be a hero for the night and just cuddle his beautiful girlfriend of four weeks. It took him months to be able to call you his. Months of awkward approaches in your American Literature class, stutters, nervous laughs. He finally got the only girl he’s ever felt the sparks with and he hardly ever gets to spend time with her because he’s Spiderman. It already made him feel guilty that he had to bail on you last night due to a bank robbery, he was not going to bail tonight. Next to Aunt May, you were one of the most important individuals in his life and he just wanted to keep you two safe. He made the bold decision that night to put up his suit and just be Peter Parker for the night, and be with his girlfriend.

You already expected Peter to not show up. That sounds super bad, but you knew that he had better things to do than be with his girlfriend. He was Spiderman for crying out loud. Instead of slightly looking good for him, you went with the hoodie and leggings look. Thankfully you still have the sweatshirt Peter let you borrow on your first date. You grabbed your laptop and plopped down onto your bed to watch some YouTube videos. You can’t deny that you wanted peter to be by your side, laughing with you while watching some old vine compilations, which was something you two could do for hours. But whatever he was doing was obviously better than watching lame vines with his girlfriend. It was good to have some alone time. The conversation you had with Flash earlier still replayed in your head and aggravated you. It’s not as if Peter needs to be with you all the time to prove that he’s a good boyfriend. You knew that he was already. He was everything you’ve ever wanted and more.About 20 minutes in, you hear a soft knock on your window. At this point, you already knew who it was. Peter would  often come see you through the fire escape late at night or during the day, no in between. Usually to just talk about how both your days went, sometimes he’d sleep over. Other times he’d come slightly injured after some huge fight he had just gone through, and you’d mildly scold him for not being careful enough but then clean up his wounds. You loved when Peter came to visit. He never came through your lobby because he insisted that 1. It made him look more badass, and 2. Your doorman was very intimidating. Without even trying to wipe the excited grin off your face, you make way to your window. There Peter Parker was, hair slightly messy, a long sleeve shirt, and a goofy grin on his face. He looked adorable. He was always adorable, actually. Never had to attempt it - it was just natural for him to look adorable.

“Peter, you’re here!” You exclaimed while opening the window for him. “And your wound free!” He laughs a little at your reaction and pulls you into a hug after entering your room. You could hug Peter Parker for 20 minutes straight and you’d be totally okay with it. Something about hugging him made you feel very secure and safe, and it had nothing to do with him being a superhero.

“Yup, it’s just me. I didn’t want to ditch you again after last night, I’ve been really crappy lately when it comes to following through with dates.” Peter spoke as he pulled away from the hug to look at your face. He’d never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful before, it was insane to think that you were all his. He loved every single detail about you. You made the boy weak in the knees with just a single glance. Shaking your head, you disagree with him.

“Pete, don’t tear yourself down like that. You have a valid reason to rain check when necessary.” He looks down and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. Holding hands and hugging were two of your favorite things to do with Peter. They were both innocent, but also meaningful and most of the time spoke for you.

“I know, I know.. I-I just feel bad sometimes. Being with you is a lot more important than Spiderman. I hate cancelling because of him.” He replied in a quiet tone. His face was filled with worry mixed with guilt, but there was a hint of happiness in there. “Don’t be ridiculous, Peter. Spiderman is very important. You don’t have to be here with me.” You shake your head. Sometimes you can be so stubborn, and it made Peter a little upset. You were far more important to him and he wish there was a way he could show you that.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Not tonight, not ever.” Peter spoke in a soft tone as he looked at you. You raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Peter read your expression as, ‘what the hell do you even mean, pete?’ and continued to explain. “i… put the suit away for the night. Tonight, I’m just Peter Parker who would kill to spend some time with his favorite person.” you can’t deny that your heart melted when he said you were his favorite person, you swore aunt may has always had that role. But you were also worried. Peter couldn’t just bail on the city for the night, what people need him? Your smile fades into a frown, and Peter immediately notices and freaks out. Sometimes he thinks he says the wrong thing and automatically panics.

“I-if you don’t want me to stay i can go, i j-just w-wanted to, um, hang o-out tonight and just be with you because i-i missed you a lot and..yeah.” he was lost with words and looked down at the floor.
“It’s not that, peter…”you said, bringing his attention back to you. He gave you a confused look.

“Then what is it? Because i am literally having a heart attack thinking that you’re gonna like break up with me or something..” Peter nervously chuckles and looks down at the floor again.

“What, oh my god, no, no, nO Pete, I’m not going to break up with you. I’m just…worried. W-what if something happens tonight? What if there’s a bank robbery and you can’t be there to stop it because of me?” You questioned with worried eyes. He finally looked up at you and touched your warm cheek with his soft hands, causing you to melt inside.

“In case you didn’t know this, Y/N,  before there was Spiderman, there was the police,” You giggled a bit at his response, making him smile. He absolutely adored your laugh even though you thought it was loud and obnoxious. His face grew a little more serious and continued to speak, “Michelle told me that Flash was talking about how much of a crappy boyfriend and I’ve been lately..and I-I just don’t want you to think that he’s right, even though you sweetly defended me.” You frown remembering your little argument with Flash in Chemistry earlier that day. What made that argument worse was the fact that now Peter knows what happened and actually feels extremely guilty about doing what he loves.

“Why would you ever, for even a split second, listen to that dumb ass? You sighed. Peter laughed a little and just shrugged. You both sat on your bed, hands still laced together and hearts beating faster than the speed of light. Peter rubbed your hand with his thumb and finally spoke.

“I’ve always somehow been intimidated by Flash’s words. And the fact that he mentioned our relationship to you made me feel…I dunno, I guess insecure and crappy. I never wanted to make you feel lonely. I do this Spiderman to protect you, May, and Ned. In all honesty, mostly you and May. Sometimes I just… need a break and I h-have to be just.. Peter, I guess.” With his free hand, he brushed back a few strands of hair away from your face. His heart was still beating rapidly, yours as well. You both were still at that phase where one innocent touch or glance could send billions of butterflies in your stomachs.

Then, you say, “Hey, I’m not lonely because in the end, you’re still here. You’re not crappy. You’re sweet, adorable, and dorky. Spiderman or not, you’re always going to be Peter Parker to me. And to be honest, that’s a lot better than spiderman because that’s who you are. That’s the boy I fell for in American Literature months ago, who I could barley even look at in the eyes because he was so damn gorgeous. Don’t let Flash or anyone ever tell you anything like that about us. We are okay, Pete. I promise you.”

You had never been so verbal until you met Peter. You’ve always been shy and let others take control, but now that you have Peter you felt like you could finally be yourself.
Peter finally gave you a real smile with a nod and continued to caress your cheek. He could stare into your beautiful eyes for decades. But he didn’t want to be creepy and just pulled another strand away from your hair, and leans in to give you a warm hug. You could never get tired of hugging him.

Peter spoke up again after a moment of silence, well, stuttered was a more accurate term. “Y-you’re amazing, Y/N..I hope you know that.” You didn’t know that blushing could happen this much until you met Peter. Nervously laughing you replied, “Says you, Peter Parker.”

Pulling away from the hug, you couldn’t help but study his face. You weren’t being creepy by any means, more of you just adoring your beautiful boyfriend. You took the time to admire every single feature he had and sometimes you couldn’t believe this boy was actually human. Every single individual freckle on his nose and cheeks, that you swore you could never get over kissing. Those beautiful dark brown eyes that were so warm and welcoming and warm, you never had a problem getting lost in the. Looking into his eyes, you just felt safe and like everything was going to be okay. You hated that Peter, even for a split second, thought that he was a terrible boyfriend. But you felt like now he was believing it, and was for once not blaming himself for stuff.

“Movie night?” you suggested,trying to bring more light into the room.

“I can never say no to movie night with you.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. You smiled and got up to go pick out a movie, when Peter noticed something that you had completely forgot about, his hoodie. He couldn’t be mad at you for having his favorite blue hoodie, you looked so cute in it. He thought you looked extra cute with no makeup, a messy braid, yoga pants, and his favorite hoodie. You looked beautiful.  

Searching through your bookcase full of movies, you finally found one that you’d both want to watch, The Lion King. You set everything up and make your way back to Peter who was smiling at you in amusement.

“What now, bug boy?” You grinned, folding your arms as you sit next to him.
He shrugs and then speaks, “Nothing, Y/N. I just think you look adorable in my hoodie that’s all. Now I know where it is.” Your eyes move down towards your outfit and you quietly gasp forgetting the way you were dressed. You looked like absolute crap.

“I look like crap, Pete.” you groan in embarrassment, covering your face. He sighed and removed your hands from your face and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t say that, Y/N. You know I don’t mind you having my hoodie, it looks a lot better on you. ” Peter assured you. He closed his eyes before he continued, “i-i think you’re beautiful, a-absolutely beautiful.” he let out, blushing. You were a little shocked at his words. He’d never actually called you beautiful out loud before. Sure, plenty of times in his head including the word sexy and hot. But the boy was way too nervous and flustered half the time to actually say the word out loud. God, he thought you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Everything about you.
You blush for like the millionth time since he got there, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“And I mean it.”

“You’re amazing, Peter Parker. Don’t ever forget that.” You told, a hand going on his shoulder.
Peter chuckled and pulled another strand away from your hair.

“I won’t as long as you say so.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. He stares into your beautifully colored eyes, and looks down at your lips then up at you again.
When it came to kissing, it wasn’t something you and Peter were 100% used to yet. Again, you were both kind of shy and didn’t know how to do practically anything besides holding hands and hugging. You enjoyed it when it happened, but it rarely happened.

His heart beating out his chest, Peter gathers up all of his courage and slowly leans forward and presses his lips softly against yours. You felt like you were in another planet kissing him. You felt so weightless and free, as if nothing else mattered. It’s never been very easy for you two to kiss, both being way to nervous most of the time. But when you did, it was complete and utter magic. He was very gentle with you, one hand on your waist to protect you while the other was on your face still. Both of your hands were on his shoulder, and you felt secure. His lips were so soft and warm, and he swore that he could hear your heart beating faster and faster each second. Peter wishes that he’d have the courage to deepen the kiss, you both wanted that - but instead, you both let it be. It was still breathtakingly amazing no matter what.
Due to loss of breath, you both pull away, exploding inside with utter happiness. Peter’s eyes searched yours, which was full of love. Sometimes it was very hard for him to believe someone like you would go for someone like Peter Parker, but you did. You didn’t know someone could ever make you feel so breathless.

“So…Lion King it is?” Peter manages to let out. You completely forgot that you were going to have a movie night.

You nod, still in shortness of breath, get up and start the movie.

You two get comfortable on your bed, him being the big spoon, you being the little. He held you in his arms, your head resting on his chest and hearing his beautiful heartbeat. Throughout the movie, Peter would occasionally kiss your forehead, driving you crazy inside. Everything was perfect. You eventually fell asleep during the movie, and all Peter could do was smile and kiss your rosy cheeks. He was happy he decided to not be Spiderman for the night.
A/N: Hollyyyyy crap, i really hope you enjoyed this. Please reblog and continue to request, theses are super fun to write even though they can be a pain in the ass. i worked hard for the past 2-3 days and would love to hear that people enjoyed this. working on a lot and hope to post soon, thank again :)

Soulmates - Part 2

Prompt: Part 1 here
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

You race backstage, not taking any time to celebrate this historic moment in your career. You just wanted to find Seth, to know that everything was okay, that he was okay.

“Seth!” You screamed tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t realised you were crying until tears landed on your hands. “Where’s Seth?!”

“Hey y/n calm down. They took him to the hospital around the corner. Everything's fine” Roman said grabbing your shoulders to calm you down.

“Everything’s not fine Roman! It’s black and white!” 


“My vision! It’s black and white again!” you cried as Roman’s eyes went wide. He knew what that meant, so did you, you just didn’t want to believe it. 

“Come on let’s go” Roman said putting his arm around you escorting you to his car. The ride to the hospital was silent beside your heavy breathing. You managed to control your tears but every so often a tear would fall. You couldn’t help it. Roman had barely stopped the car before you jumped out and raced inside, Roman hot on your heels. Pushing doors open, running to the waiting room, dodging doctors, nurses and patients. As you ran into the waiting room, your eyes landed on Dean first. He was sitting with his head in his hands. Hunter was there too with Vince and Stephanie, who looked like she had been crying. 

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Another Guardian Angel Fic

Summary: Dan has a guardian angel blah blah blah

Word Count: 3k

TW: underage drinking + hints at molestation almost happening (attempted non-con/drugging)

i found this in my drafts from like a year ago??? and since then i’ve written another guardian angel fic?? anyway this is also a guardian angel fic with a different premise from forever ago

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adsom headcanon (kind of a spoiler for acol):

-kell and lila end up having a son and it’s not exactly planned bc lila didn’t want kids but they end up rolling with it

-his name is holland barron and it was a hard fought battle that kell eventually won at much risk to his own life and lila only managed to semi agree and had to settle for his middle name being barron (and she would have gotten her way but she felt slightly guilty bc…u kno)

-holland has heterochromia and one eye is brown and the other is green (bc it is okay)

-he can also wield fire but it’s his only element

-rhy and alucard basically adopt holland as well and rhy decides that holland should be his heir bc “he just oozes charm like me” and no one can say anything against it bc technically he is royal since kell is a prince

-so holland basically has three dads and a badass mom

-fun fact: rhy calls holland holly berry bc he can (and he gets away with it. alucard tries and kell almost punches him while rhy claims that no one else can call holland that cause it’s his special nickname)

-whenever holland makes friends everyone is semi wary but he’s so damn charming that they forget that he’s their crown prince and they just wanna be his friend

-but forever in the bg his parents are all ready to fight™ if anything happens to their son

-rhy is fricken king he has a crap ton of power ready at any time and he could talk someone into totally destroying themselves with just his words no need for magic

-this is the only time kell and alucard would ever 100% agree on something (because even on rhy they only agree sometimes) but both of them are so ready to fight for holland they would honestly wreak havoc

-unfortunately for these three they won’t ever get to do anything bc not only has lila made sure her boy can take care of himself, but she’s even scarier than the three put together and if someone was stupid enough to try and cross rhy and kell and alucard…well they have lila bard to deal with

-holland also travels a lot with lila and kell and sees a lot of the world and rhy makes sure he does bc he doesn’t want holland to stay cooped up all of his life

-unfortunately for kell, holland absolutely loves to sail and alucard is more than happy to teach him some ways

-kell is jealous and tells alucard to stop filling his son’s mind with pirate fantasies and lila comes and smacks kell and tells him to let their son learn

-sometimes holland has fears that he can’t live up to be the great prince/king that rhy is and his fear runs deeper than his parents know because he’s been surrounded by greatness but he’s not sure he can do it and he’s afraid he’s going to do things wrong

-rhy is the one who actually finds out about this and sits down and talks with holland about how he felt having no magic and how he felt he wasn’t good enough and they both sit down and talk for a long time

-holland’s fears aren’t totally gone but they’re better and then later he gets to hear the story of how holland (antari) saved them and how he’s one of the reasons why they survived and holland then feels better about himself bc his namesake fucked up a lot but in the end he was the reason why they’re all there

-basically holland has an incredibly loving family lmao

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Hi loves, I guess it’s about time I make one of these to appreciate all the people that I have somehow convinced to press that follow button how even.! as well as the people that makes me wanna log on everyday I honestly forgot the exact day of my blog anniversary so I guess today will do for this post wink wonk c: It’s been about a year since I actively wrote for bts and got back into the army tumblr community and I’m happy the allure and fascination in writing did not leave me back then. First off, I really want to say thank you to all of you, sincerely, I never thought I would meet so many wonderful people on this website and the amount of talent in this fandom is astounding! Thank you for being so patient with me, for understanding that I’m a fickle writer at heart (them random ass updates) and thank you for letting me share my stories with you. The following people have been meaningful to me in someway, whether that is through the little things like the occasional message or some that I can truly count on to be there when I need them. 

Note, that more one of the below categories may apply to you but I like organizing it this way :’) also if I didn’t write a message for you it’s not because I love you any less but more like I’m trying real hard for this to not exceed a certain length and crash everyone’s app (HA). Please forgive me if I forgot anyone .. I really tried my best TTTT but believe me when I say if I have punched that follow button then I have loved you for a long long time. So without farther ado.. 

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At Least a Little

Summary: Dex is doing an admirable job of forgetting about what exactly happened on their Taddy tour - at least he was until a poorly timed game of spin the bottle ruins everything.
Rating: M
Wordcount: ~1700
A/N: So I just found out this week is Nursey week and don’t have the time to write something new, but in honor of it I’m posting this nurseydex fic that’s been sitting in my drafts forever. Thanks for reading! 

“I’m not gay Nurse,” he spits. 

Nursey recoils as though he’s been slapped. “Well excuse me,” he says, “but since my dick has been in your mouth I’d beg to differ. That’s at least a little bi.” Nursey smiles, as though he’s just chirping Dex - as though it’s no big deal. 

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kcg4  asked:

Hi Charity as you are an ENFP I wanted to ask you how to do you see Si and Te in you? How was it clear for you that you were Ne dom and Fi aux and not the contrary? You said in the past that you cinsidered yourself socially introvert or shy, which I think is my case and I'm not sure about INFP or ENFP for me. Thanks a lot

My main way of recognizing my status as an extrovert, beyond my need for external stimulation all the time (NOTHING HAS HAPPENED IN TEN MINUTES, MY LIFE SUCKS) is that I am not a Fi-dom. So excuse me, while I once again travel into the land of indecisive Ne to illustrate my point; then I will return to your initial question.

If you compare the INFPs on this blog to the ENFPs, you will notice that the INFP’s Fi is often very prominent and “runs the show.” This is also true with real life INFPs, who as judging dominants, have and express very strong opinions. Since they are in contact with their inner self most of the time, they often know what they like and dislike, what they want to do or refuse to do, and how they FEEL about most things. There is rarely indecision on that point, especially when it comes to the strength of their inner moral focus.

While I have extremely strong opinions in a few areas, in the broader scope of reality, I am far more indecisive and disconnected from my feelings, to the point where half the time, I rationalize them out with Te, or question my “right” to feel this way at all, rather than just use them. Something I admire about INFPs is they tend to be more decisive than I am, especially in their likes and dislikes. As a Ne-dom, my likes and dislikes can change from day to day.

An INFP I know had a fight with her friends once and door-slammed all of them. She knew how she felt, that they were dissing her opinions and not respecting her true self, and after she had enough, she was done. And she did not waffle on that decision. She just quit. She made up with them much later on, but only after her temper cooled, and she had space and time to mature in her own way (and they matured also). She knew what she wanted: them gone. For now.

I complained the other day to my mother about Elizabeth of York in Philippa Gregory’s novel / miniseries, The White Princess. She is so indecisive. She changes her mind from one chapter to the next about who she is, what she wants, and answers “I don’t know” to half the questions posed to her. Some days she likes her husband, some days she doesn’t; she intends to give up on him, then turns around and falls for him again. It’s seriously annoying.

Once I got done with my rant, my mother smiled and said, “So she’s basically you, in literary form.”

Gee, thanks mom.

My mouth hung open for a couple of seconds, while my Fi had a little tantrum, and then my Te immediately snapped in and I went: “I guess. But I’d make a BAD heroine. Heroines need to be decisive! Books need plots! Heroines need to know what they want, or at least figure it out, and get there, not be lost in indecision! The plot must move forward!”

Unlike me. =P

Ne-dom makes me changeable. And it annoys me. One day, I might want this. The next day, I might not. One day, I might decide that this friend sucks. The next day, I might think I was wrong and they’re awesome. They did not change. My Ne flipped the situation around for a different perspective. It runs right over my Fi and what it wants, all the time. This means that I either do not KNOW what I want or cannot ADMIT to myself what I want, nor give myself permission to want it. It annoys me, it annoys my parents, it annoys my friends, and it annoys my cat. But that’s how it is.

I WISH I had some Fi to haul Ne’s ass into a chair and decide: NOPE. But no, instead Ne hauls me around with Fi going “Um… I don’t know how I feel yet?”

But anyway, rant aside: back to your question.

How do I see Si and Te in me?

I see Te a lot when I ‘temporarily loop’ in order to avoid dealing with my feelings. I do not LIKE my feelings. I consider them a major pain in the butt. When my grandpa died, I was a wreck before it happened. I didn’t even know him that well, but it took him a long time to die. His organs slowly shut down. I was so immersed in the pain of what was happening to my loved ones, that I cried way more than any of them. But after his death, my Te immediately kicked in. Mom wanted to clear out his house. Like, immediately. That’s how she copes.

So we did. I put aside my emotions, went into that house, and went through all my grandparents’ stuff. We filled a dumpster. I organized everything we decided to keep in piles for the family to choose from after the funeral. A lot of my decisions were people-motivated – my cousins loved playing these games with Grandma. Shall we keep them? I’ll make sure they have all the pieces and put them in nice piles. I did the funeral video. Everyone needs a Ne-dom for that. It wasn’t just about Grandpa, it was about his life. His dreams. His parents. The culture he grew up in. I managed the voice-over, without falling to pieces.

And then, I moved on.

My Si is very poor. I may be adverse to CHANGE when people announce it (and I have to deal with it a lot, my parents literally cannot live six months without changing their house around, the yard, etc) but I am not stuck in the past. Half the time it never comes to my mind. The past flows beyond me. A day can seem a week ago, and three years ago can seem like yesterday. I gaped when a friend showed me a picture recently with 2014 stamped on the bottom. That was that long ago!? My grasp on time sucks. My awareness of time sucks. My own carelessness with time… sucks. A Si-friend recently said, “You should take more pictures with your cat. You will want them when she’s eventually gone.”

I stared at her. “I will?”

See, I don’t think like that. When people, places, things, are gone, I miss them. I love them. I still think about them sometimes, but they are gone. I do not pour over pictures. I do not sit and endlessly talk about the past. I do not want to think about the past. I moved on.

Sometimes, people tell me I should slow down, or take more time with that, since they do not want me to “look back one day, and regret this moment.”

Thing is, that probably won’t happen. I rarely go back.

Unless I hurt someone badly, and never received their forgiveness, or am beating myself up about something I should have done to stop something bad from happening, I don’t look back and regret. You cannot drive a car staring into your rear view mirror. In that way, I am careless. But I don’t know how to NOT be careless. Things matter right now, and then they’re gone. I loved that show, but it’s canceled. There’s new stuff to watch. I take in so much of it (as a Ne-dom), only a few things stick longer than six months.

And sometimes, I desperately want them to stick. I sit with someone or something loving it, immersed in its beauty, and think, “How can I hold onto it? I already feel it slipping away! WHY CAN’T I APPRECIATE THIS MORE?”

Inferior Si.

This is going to sound weird, because it is weird. But, under stress… I start obsessively tinkering with sensory elements. I’ve been editing and rewriting a book for what seems like forever (forever to me is four months, but I don’t want to talk about how this is the eighth draft of the fourth version of this book in two years) which is very tedious, Si-driven work. My Te is happy to help out with deadlines, and charts, and word counts, and I have a nice little sheet of paper with things marked on it, where I enter my progress each day to keep myself motivated. But I swear on my soul, yesterday when I opened the file, my Si went nuts and said: I don’t like this font. It curls funny. Change it.

So I did.

And then I sat there for at least ten minutes, changing the font, again and again, then the sizing several times. I printed out a page to see how it will look in book form, then promptly forgot which configuration I used (poor Si!) and had to print several more sheets in different sizes. I never did figure out which was the font and what size I used for that first sheet. (Shame, I like it the best.) Then I resized the file across my screen, to try and get the font to ‘curl’ how I like it, so I could read it. I cannot read it, unless it’s the right size. And font. And I must edit so there are no paragraphs that end with one word on the next line.

(Are you laughing yet? Is that not pathetic? Welcome to my life.)

Screw inferior Si. It’s bullshit.

I never know how to say this without hurting feelings but… Fi-doms are sensitive and since INFPs have higher Si, they do not forgive you fast.

Think about two terrific insults against NFPs (from future husbands) in literature and compare them to how you process things.

Gilbert Blythe pulls Anne Shirley’s braid and calls her carrots. The little INFP smashes her slate against his head and screams at him in class. She then tells Diana “the iron has entered my soul: I shall never forgive him,” and proceeds to ignore him, compete with him, and refuse to speak to him. For years. Gibert has to grovel to get on her good side, many times. She is super sensitive and her emotions flare up immediately. “You hurt me EXCRUCIATINGLY,” she says. She means it. He DID.

Mr. Darcy insults Lizzie’s appearance (she is not handsome enough to tempt me into a dance – ie, she’s not that pretty) in Pride & Prejudice. ENFP Lizzie gapes at him, then promptly turns it into a joke. She never brings it up again. She’s mad, but more mad about what he does to Jane than his insult. She finally confronts him when he proposes, but not about that. No, it was not the insult that hit her; it was the impression she formed of his character, based on it. And when he writes her a letter that basically calls out her family for being loud, obnoxious, inappropriate trash, she is pissed but has enough high Te to realize: he has every right to feel that way about us, based on what he saw. Once she realizes WHY he thinks how he does, her anger cools. And her mind changes about him. The anger dissipates.

Did he hurt her? Sure. Deeply? Not so much.

Someone walked up to my INFP the other day and insulted her appearance. It hurt. A lot. She will probably never speak to him again.

A person insulted me to my face at dinner a few years ago. He basically implied the people I work with and the caliber of their work is poor, and I should do a better job selecting the material we work on together. (IE: Wow, you suck.) I bitch-slapped him good with a Te-snarl comeback and … promptly moved on. I was mildly annoyed by it, and it certainly colored our interactions from that point on, but I wasn’t hurt by it so much as annoyed. We stayed “friends.”

I can count the number of times people have actually hurt my feelings on one hand. My Te is strong.

How do I know this?

I’m one of the first people to come up with a rational, non-emotional “fix it” to problems. I often discount my own feelings or put them aside entirely, to get a job done. I remember one time, a friend PM’d me after I wrote a movie review and said, “But did you LIKE it?? You wrote an excellent review, but it was so non-emotional I don’t even know what YOU thought of it.” I criticized the poor elements and talked about the good ones, but there was none of “me” there.

I admit, I was a little more emotionally reactive as a child / young teeanger, but Fi still wasn’t running the show. Most Fi-dom children are very sensitive. When asked what I was like, various family members (without consulting one another) have laughed and said, “Your focus was on being a comedian. You wanted to make people laugh. But you were not especially emotional.”

I’m not. It’s true. Sometimes to my own determent.

- ENFP Mod

PS: If you get to the end of this certain you are an NFP, but you don’t know what you do in a situation in order to compare it to Lizzie or Anne’s emotional reactions, congrats: that’s shitastic inferior Si. You are an indecisive Ne-dom.

Last Night

Jon and Dany take a moment to themselves the night before the Battle for the Dawn. 

My entry for the Jonerys fic contest (angst)

Looking around Winterfell’s great hall, Daenerys doesn’t see one man who’s not drunk. 

“Are they planning on fighting hungover?” She sidesteps a table to avoid getting groped by a man who has more hair on his face than on his head, while Jon deftly catches a falling glass of ale before it can splash on the floor. She’s all too aware of him-how he’s holding her hand here, in front of everyone, and isn’t trying to hide it. 

“It helps them relax.” He doesn’t sound too certain, but she doesn’t push him on it. They’re all stressed and they’re all frightened. They’ll all be dead this time tomorrow. She’ll look the other way, just for tonight. 

She’s going to die. She’s certain of it. How can she not be? She’s seen the wights and the Walkers. She knows what they’re capable of. They don’t stand even a sliver of a chance, even if Jon holds a sword of fire, even if she has dragons. It won’t be enough.

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Frost : Jeon Jungkook (1)

Originally posted by es-muy-simple

Reader x Jungkook

Angst / Fluff

Word Count: 14,800+

Part: 1

Jungkook moves to a quaint and chilly town to avoid problems back home. It’s quiet there. Life seems to move in slow motion. When he’s met with the odd sight of two neighboring cafes, he goes in not expecting to feel warmer than he ever did since he moved to the snowy city.


Ever since Jungkook met you, life has been nothing more than cold hands and hot coffee.

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anonymous asked:

May I request a scenerio where reader suffers from chronic night terrors that happen nearly every night, and they try to avoid telling the others so they won't be seen as a burden, but one night Lance finds out and spends a whole night telling them funny stories and cuddling with them just to make them feel better? Thanks! 😊

;;sorry for the wait !!!!!!! its been sitting in the drafts for forever and i forget which one of us were planning on doing it so i just took up the job fiskjfs - mod danny

[Name] wished the ground would open up under their feet and swallow them whole. Lance stood in front of them at the doorway of their room, an indigo blue blanket draped over his shoulders as he gave a shiver.

“[Name], please?” He whined, puppy eyes insufferable. He’s not far from dropping to his knees at this point, “The air conditioning in my room isn’t working, and Coran said he’d rather fix it in the morning - so you’re just going to let me sleep out in the hallway?”

“Yeah.” [Name] replied dryly, hoping the anxiety wouldn’t interfere into their tone. They don’t want to turn Lance away like this, but in the end it’d be better for the both of them. [Name] wouldn’t end up waking Lance up with their nightly sweating and trembling, and Lance would stay just like he is: clueless. And that’s how [Name] would always want it. The night terrors didn’t concern anyone else, and if they ever did, [Name] would be labeled as a wuss. Or even worse, an actual liability to the team…

“But - why?” Lance inquired, raising a guilty eyebrow, “I thought we were on same-room terms by now.”

[Name] stiffened, “It’s not that. Just - I’m not a good sleeper, alright? Odds are I’ll wake you up one way or another.”

Lance studied them, another question arising on his tongue but [Name] moves to shut the doors. But a hand is reaching out to stop them from closing, and Lance’s eyes are serious this time.

“I’ve noticed - anyone could tell you aren’t getting a lot of sleep. What’s the reason?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is now! I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” [Name] felt a painful tug at their heart with Lance’s words, and they can feel a few emotions knocking ominously at the door, “Look, if I tell you why, will you keep it from the rest? It’s…pretty personal.”

Lance’s gaze softened, a rare earnesty on his features, “Of course you can tell me.”

Lance ended up staying in their room that night. They talked for what felt like an hour, resurfacing [Name]’s experiences with the night terrors throughout their life, how they’ve managed through it all, and what night terrors are in their entirety. Once the topic was reduced to dust, and not a thing was a secret anymore, it just came natural to grow close to one another, legs tangled and bodies close on top of the warm covers. Lance could feel the discomfort radiating off of them, definitely not used to talking so much about their night terrors. But it was relieving to finally get some things off of their chest, knowing that Lance was here to listen and help them sort through their worries. But after a while, when they were still feeling relatively down about the whole thing, Lance resorted to getting their mind off of it all together.

“One time, when Hunk and I shared a room back at the Garrison-” Lance was on his third story by now, soft smile on his lips as [Name] nestled their cheek against his chest, face still red from giggling. The cold atmosphere was gone now, replaced with only warm, meaningful touches on the other and laughs that are far from forced, “He sleepwalked, like, for the third night in the row and he wandered around the room, knocked down a few stuff, then accidentally hit the emergency button by the door - all the students in that block had to evacuate. And to this day Commander Iverson has no clue that Hunk was responsible for that false alarm at 2AM in the morning.”

[Name] laughed, eyes growing glassy as Lance chuckles along with them, playing absentmindedly with their hair. The funny stories had started coming naturally to him now, and he doesn’t mind giving [Name] a few information that could be used for blackmail against his friends, because they’re laughing and smiling and that’s all that matters.

Come Back Home [III]

Prologue - Part OnePart Two - Part Four - Part Five

Plot: Crumpled, torn pages of Sehun’s journal reveal more than you thought they would.

Genre: Angst/Suspense - CanonAU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Word Count:  <1k

Sehun’s Journal

26 December 2014

I saw her again today. 

I was at a ramen shop in Osaka, eating before we started packing for our flight home. 

It was cold, and I was irritated when the door opened, letting the icy winter air inside. I turned, and there she was. She was walking in, laughing, tiny flakes from the fresh snowfall coating her hair.

She looked beautiful. 

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chrichardrachtle  asked:

Hi! First of all, I would really like to thank you for every single bit you have written for this fandom, you're amazing. I don't know if you take prompts right now, but there's one that has stuck with me over the years and since you're my favorite fanfic writer it would mean so much if you wrote it! Here it is; setup/countdown takes place after 47 seconds. Again thanks for everything! Love, Emma

He’s so stiff against her, his arm like a vise around her shoulders, his chest like a board beneath her cheek, and she doesn’t believe it’s all wholly from the cold.

“Castle?” she calls, her voice raspy, trembling through the ice in her lungs, up the chilled hollow of her throat. “You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m right - right here,” he answers with chattering teeth, and at least he’s still shivering, still feeling enough to shake. 

She stopped trembling quite a while ago.

Kate attempts a breath, does her best to open her eyes that continue to fall closed, and uses what little strength she has to lift her hand from his chest, touch her fingers to his chin.

There’s so much she wants to say, but it’s been so different between them lately, so devastating, and he’s made it clear that whatever they once had, whatever chance they had at becoming more, is gone. But she refuses to die with words unspoken, to sin by silence - as he’d not so subtly accused her of - even as it burns to scrape the confessions out of her mouth.

“Thank you. For being there,” she rasps, the slow beat of her heart exalting for a brief moment when his head bows ever so slightly, his lips grazing the frozen tips of her fingers.

The pressure of his arm around her increases just a little more and she hums in approval. “Always.” 

And the sound of that word - their word - one she honestly never expected to hear again, not from him, has a small chunk of the ice encasing her heart melting away, allowing it a little extra time to continue beating.

“I just want - need you to know how much I love you.”

His entire body shudders beneath her and then he’s shifting, tugging her in closer. 

“W-what?” he gets out, one of his hands rising to her face, stroking at her cheek, and she fights so hard to feel it, to stay awake for it, but she’s fading too quickly.

“Love. You,” she manages, the encrusted ice coating her lashes weighing down her eyelids, but she forces another blink, has to see the crisp blues of his eyes staring down at her, the bitter shade of grey she had become so used to softening into the cerulean she’d so greatly missed. The way he’s looking at her now the only source of warmth she has left. “Missed you. Love you.”

“Oh, Kate,” he rasps, his hand clumsy at her cheek, his lips useless at her forehead. “You def-definitely can’t pass out on me now.”

She hums, but her eyes are falling closed, sleep so near-

Castle’s mouth touches her, his chapped lips scraping against hers, the heat of his tongue sparking at her bottom lip. And it has her neck aching, cracking, but she lifts her head, parts her lips, and mm, for a moment, gentle frissons of heat and clarity thawing away some of the ice. 

But not enough.

“Come on, Kate,” he mumbles, his lips brushing hers as he speaks, his breath a fraction warmer, burning her cold lips. “Stay with me this time.”

She tries to press in closer, but - but it’s all black and heavy and she can’t see anything anymore.

“Kate, open your eyes. Please, I - I love you too. You know I love you. You have to-”

“Good silver lining,” she mumbles, drifting off against his shoulder. “Not - so bad like this.”

And it isn’t, being allowed to remain curled against him in the snow, to fade slowly into the warm darkness with his love in her ear. Better than the bullet she would have expected to kill her at its next chance.

His cheek hits the top of her head, the last thing she feels, and she sighs out a final breath of contentment.


He emerges from the ambulance with a matching blanket around his shoulders and she manages a smile for him, unsure of how much he remembers from the freezer, if karma has come for her and erased her love from his mind as she had done with his a near year ago. 

But despite the hypothermia she knows he’s suffering from, Castle strides up to her with purpose, the blanket slipping from his shoulders once he reaches her and lifts his hands to her face.

Kate breathes a sigh of relief into his mouth when he kisses her, no preamble or hesitation, only the certain press of his lips spreading heat through the chilled parts of her. 

He reluctantly pulls back at the whistles from Ryan and Esposito, but Beckett arches on her toes, swallows his quiet groan as she sucks on his upper lip. 

“You really love me,” he mumbles, staining the statement against her lips, question and awe in his voice, and Kate nods her head. 

“Yes,” she breathes, opening her eyes to see into the ones looking down at her. “Wasn’t just a deathbed confession.”

“Neither was mine,” he murmurs, narrowing his gaze on her as his thumbs stroke along her cheeks. “I love you too, Kate.”

Her mouth spreads into a smile that she seals to his, one of her hands abandoning the clutch of her blanket to cup the back of his neck-

“Hey, lovebirds,” Fallon calls with a snap of his fingers and Beckett sighs, presses a final kiss to the corner of Castle’s mouth before descending back to the balls of her feet. “Hate to interrupt the celebration of survival here, but we’ve got work to do.”

“After,” Castle whispers, his hands slipping down to her shoulders, squeezing warmth into her stiff bones.

“After,” she echoes, splaying her hands at his sides and biting down on her bottom lip to conceal the smirk curling there. “Won’t ever let you feel cold again while you’re with me.”

Lovely embers of heat spark through his eyes and Castle leans in to push a hard kiss to her mouth. 

“Thank god we lived.”

She breathes a laugh against his lips before she draws back, steals his hand from her shoulder and twines their fingers, grateful for the warmth, the ability to feel the fit of his hand in hers and the flame that travels through her veins, heating her blood. 

“Hurry, Beckett,” he murmurs, dragging her along with him towards Agent Fallon. “The quicker we save the city, the quicker you get to warm me up.”

Full Tongue And Everything (Bucky Barnes)

this was in my drafts for ages and i’m unsure if i’ve posted it anywhere else (don’t think so but jsut in case, if you’ve read this somewhere elsewhere, let me know)

“I kissed Natasha.” Bucky mumbled, his voice contrite and sulky.

“You what!?” You shout in amazement, a small seed of resentment burning in your chest.

“It wasn’t great.” He shrugs sadly and you coo at him, smoothing his hair back and resting a palm on his shoulder, digits brushing his neck slightly.

“What happened, little one?” You hush, instantly caring and worried for the man, one of your select best friends. For a moment, there’s a hesitation where he just stares at you, before an unhappy sigh leaves him.

“We were finished with a run, and I suggested ice cream.” He mumbles and you grin, crossing your legs on the seat beside him and turning to face him. Ice cream, such a simple and every day routine had never brought about the conflicting emotions that whirl in your belly. Part of you loves those ice cream moments, another hating that he does it with everyone, another wishing he’d lick said ice cream from your skin and the final part worried that the tradition may now be tainted forever. “So we get our cones and we’re sitting on the grass. And some girl keeps looking at me, really looking at me.”

“She thinks you’re hot.” You butt in instantly and he scowls at you.

“Don’t interrupt.” He states hotly, cheeks a faint pink and his lips pursed unhappily. “So I say something to Natasha, that this girl won’t stop looking at me. So she stares at her, really stares until she’s sure the girl is looking at her and that she has her attention.”

The worry inside you grows, you can see where this is going. A classic Natasha move. You know she doesn’t like Bucky that way, not after all that’s happened- though you had wondered for a while. But she does like claiming territory, making her rules known to those around her.

“And then she just kisses me. Full tongue in my mouth kissing and my ice cream fell into the grass and I didn’t know where to grab her and her ice cream got in my hair.” He whines, the summit of the story coming out fast.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, staring at his down face open mouthed.

“And so when I- She- When we stopped… It. The girl was gone and I didn’t know what to say and Natasha laughed and got up. So I had to get up too, and then she went back to normal and drove us home.” He finishes and you stifle a snort, face pressing into his metal shoulder to muffle the sounds escaping your lips. You can feel him watching you, waiting patiently for actual words and advice. After a while, you can feel yourself settling and you release his arm, leaning back enough to notice his palm now rests on your knee, casually.

“Okay.” You try, a few more giggles bubbling from your lips before you can pull yourself together again. “Okay. So, do you want to kiss her again?”

He frowns at the question, as if he hadn’t expected it before he slowly shakes his head. “I don’t want to kiss Natasha. Maybe another girl though, I think kissing another girl would be great.”

You watching carefully, while he waits for you to continue, as if you’re his mind. “So you don’t want to kiss her again.”

“Right.” He nods, fully serious and still waiting so you sigh heavily, straightening your back and pulling out the person you’d been when you’d first tried to acclimate him to being an avenger and public, normal human.

“You don’t want to kiss Natasha. The aftermath made you uncomfortable. You’re here, asking for advice and your expression is telling me you want me to forbid it. So I am making a rule. James Bucky Barnes, which is you, is not allowed to kiss Natalia- Natasha- Nat- Tash Romanoff- Romanov ever again.” You declare, your gaze boring into his and he grins widely.

“Okay. Cool.” He smiles, grabbing the remote and clicking on the television and you’re… A little offended?

“That’s it?” You scoff, disbelief and offense singing through the words and he turns from his blank staring to look at you, making you shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah?” He answers, like a question and you grumble unhappily, kicking your legs off the couch and sinking into the cushions with a scowl.

“Good.” You mutter darkly, staring at the television but not watching it. The same way Bucky does, except he does it to fool Steve into thinking he’s watching instead of getting caught in his own head.

A deep sigh sounds and arms are suddenly hauling you into his lap and against his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispers, cuddling you against his chest and humming a happy noise, eyes returning to the box.

“You’re welcome.” You grit half-heartedly, his warm body and relaxed muscles like the comfiest spot around you, and soon you’re falling asleep.

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Tumblr Prompt ( Min yoongi * OC)

arranged marriage angst. okay, so Yoongi comes back by popular demand. let’s watch him struggle to win her back. okay… lights camera, action.

….Read the rest of the stuff here : 

Part 1         Part 2         Part 3       part 4


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“This is one of the first pieces i designed. it’s called ,  Aeturnum. which is the Latin word for eternal. The necklace is made of sterling silver, something that has long been associated with magic . The stone used here is a ‘ Cat’s eye foiled cabochon. It looks like its holds the galaxies in it, doesn’t it? And it also looks so warm and full of love? and i thought, if anything is eternal, it’s the universe we live in. And the love that we fill it with…” 

I finished nervously , nodding at the applause. So far the room, filled with about 50 to 60 of the leading antique jewelry collectors in the country had been silent. they had reacted positively to most of the pieces. And I knew that this last one would be the most important. 

it would also be the most difficult . 

i took a deep breath. 

“People talk about recovery often. there are so many books describing how you can build yourself up. But no one talks about the fall. Because no one wants to relive it. “

I swallowed, taking a small sip of the water on the table. 

“A year ago, I thought i  lost something very.. valuable to me. i spent weeks trying to get it back. i wanted to go back in time and redo everything till i had that… thing again.  But funnily, what i never realized was that it had never been mine to lose.” 

I carefully shifted around, pulling the lever that would make the lots fall in place, revealing the extravagant necklace in lapis blue. The colors flashed bright in the dim lighting and i felt my heart lurch, as i remembered the tears i’d spilled, the broken syllables of his name just stuttering out without my permission as I slaved over that perfect cut. 

“this one is called fulgur which is latin for lightning. it describes the moment you lay your eyes on that special someone. it’s like you’ve been hit by a flash of lightning, something that has changed you forever. No matter how things work out, you’re no longer the person you were before you saw him/her. you’re changed , forever. it’s aquamarine, lapis lazuli and sapphire. ” 

I hesitated before grabbing the second lever. 

“This one is called  mirage. Which we all know is nothing but an illusion. it’s when you see things that don’t exist. You see meaning in meaningless touches and you convince yourself that what you’re seeing and feeling is real. when in fact it isn’t. when in fact, you aren’t really as important as you think you are. this stone is called the margarita stone. There’s a rhinestone pin set in the center with rose cut diamonds all around.  “ 

I took another look around the room before composing myself. why was this so damn difficult. 

“the third one is called error, which is latin for delusion. it’s when you feed your illusion, so much so that it starts becoming a delusion. you start giving parts of yourself to this person, convincing yourself that he loves you , just the way you love him and so you start losing parts of your soul, not knowing that when he leaves he’s going to take those parts of you with him and you’re just.. never going to be complete again. “ 

 just get this over with.

 And finally… This is called Supernova. This is when all you mistakes come together and explode, destroying all your delusions and leaving behind a black hole of emptiness. You’ve lost everything that mattered to you, because the only thing that ever mattered was him , and now that he’s gone you can’t function. This is just Obsidian Stones. pure black and nothing else. “ 

I caught sight of movement out of the corner of my eye and went completely still when i saw the figure at the side entrance, leaning against the ornate door. 

And there he was, looking so good that my breath hitched and my jaw went slack. i stared at him, the lean frame, the broad shoulders. The perfectly styled ash blonde hair and the iridescent complexion. He was staring right at me. Dark eyes heavy as he watched me. 

 i saw the way some of the women turned around to get a second look. a better look. Because Min Yoongi was the sort of person, who made you look twice. 

With Yoongi , once would never be enough. 

you couldn’t just look once and ignore someone like that. You had to go back and reassure yourself that yes, he’s real. it’s not a dream after all. He’s real and he;s perfect and he’s there….  . 

My Lightning. My illusion. My delusion. My mirage .

Of course he’d be back. the moment i’d heard from a friend that Min yoongi was back in Seoul, i’d known that he would be back. 

with Yoongi once would never be enough. 

Not even when it came to breaking my heart. 

“The entire collection speaks of the crash. Because while healing is beautiful, heartbreak can be too. the crash and burn of emotions that go uncontrolled. Wild fire that burns down whole forests. And something beautiful , can come out of something tragic. Like these pieces. i hope you will recognize it for the sentimental value it carries and cherish it accordingly. “ 

As the exhibit ended and everyone began mingling freely, i slowly started putting the pieces in place. I knew he was making his way towards me and i was proud of myself for not turning tail and running. 

“Y/n.” He said softly and my name… on his tongue was just as sweet as it had always been. i smiled as i turned to look at him. His cologne still hit me like a truck and the sight of him, so close and so… reachable. touchable. it did things to me. i wanted to touch. To reach out, unbutton this shirt and press my palm to his chest, feel the warmth of his skin , the vibrato of his heartbeat and the heat of his muscles, firm beneath my fingers. 

it was like being hit by lightning , all over again. 

But i wasn’t an idiot.

“Did you enjoy the show, Doctor?” i said softly. He hesitated. 


“It was inspired by you after all. “ i said , still smiling and he flinched. 

“I should go.” He said stiltedly. 

i nodded. 

“You really should.” i said coolly, before turning back around to fix the jewelry. 

When I turned again, he was gone. 


From : unknown. 
10:43 PM

 Did you really have to do that, baby?  A bullet would have been kinder, if you were trying to kill me.

To : Unknown 
10:45 PM


From : unknown.
10:50 PM

Yeah.. it’s me… I… Hi. 

 I stared at the words , feeling helplessly lost and miserable. 

He did not have the right to do this to me. He really didn’t. But then… this was Yoongi. And without thinking too much i typed out the first thought that came into my head. 

To : Yoongi 
10:55 PM[ unsent]

Why did you leave ?? [draft]

 i didn’t send it of course. A few minutes later my phone pinged again. 

From : Yoongi.
11.00 PM

i know i don’t have the right to say this… but… I’m sorry. i know the words don’t mean anything. i know you hate me and i won’t ask you to forgive me. i don’t deserve your forgiveness but…. I’m just… i’m happy. that you seem happy now. You’re successful and I know that you’re dating Seokjin. I’m happy for you. i really am. 

 I gripped the edge of my pillow biting my lips hard in annoyance. 

To : Yoongi
10:55 PM [ unsent]

Why did you come back?? [draft]

From : Yoongi.
12.50 AM

Good night, sweetheart. 


“After spending an year in one of the prestigious universities in the World, Dr. Min Yoongi returned to Korea, last  week, only to have a mammoth fall out with his parents , who hold major shares in the Min Super Specialty Hospital in Seoul. The cause of the disagreement hasn’t been made public but close associates speculate that this has something to do with Dr. Yoongi’s very public divorce earlier this year.

The elder Min made it very clear that he did not approve of the divorce. But their personal feud spilled into their commercial life when Mr. Min announced that he would be withdrawing his support to the Hospital, from March.

As of today, Dr. Yoongi officially has announced that he intends to buy out his parents from the board of Directors to take full ownership of the hospital.

this is both extremely reckless and unwise, because the Mins have a net worth of 200 Billion Won ( approx 20 million USD ) in terms of shares and there is no doubt that this move will pauper Dr. Min Yoongi , especially because his hospital specializes in offering free and top quality healthcare to children…”

“ Y/N!! What are you watching?”

I moved to turn the TV off but it was too late. My sister stepped into the room, caught a glimpse of Yoongi’s face on the screen and her nostrils flared.

i jumped when my sister pulled the plug out of the outlet, causing the TV to fizzle out. She turned around to glare at me, eyes flashing with so much anger and annoyance that i recoiled.

“unnie… i was just…”

“what did i tell you about this?”

I sighed.

“He’s in trouble… i can’t just…”

“Can’t what? Can’t throw him away? Well, here’s news for you. He did the throwing! He threw you out like last night’s dinner and walked out of your life. So, it’s time you stopped watching and thinking and fucking caring about him…”

“I.. i don’t care about him..” I lied softly and she scoffed.

“No. Hell no.You do not have any excuse to watch this crap.  i will not sit here and watch you fall into that fucking rabbit hole again Y/N… he divorced you. He left you without so much as an explanation… he does not deserve that look you have on your face right now, alright. He does not… . it’s over. you do not have anything to do with him anymore. “

it’s not that easy. it’s not easy because this isn’t him. this is something bigger and stronger and more important than any heartbreak i may have experienced.

“I’m not going to do anything stupid, I just… he can’t possibly scrap up 20 million USD.” i said impatiently. “ it’s not for him.. it’s the hospital. You know how important that hospital is unnie.. So many kids and families depend on it and I just… i don’t want Yoongi to lose the Hospital…”  

And I don’t want Yoongi to lose his dreams…. i don’t want hurting. Did both of us have to be unhappy? I was suffering as it was so did he have to suffer too? It didn’t seem fair somehow….

“Are you serious? You want to help him now… after everything he did to you…”

“i want to help the hospital. There’s a difference. A huge difference. And i just.. i have an idea. “

“Y/N… Are you out of your mind? You actually want to see him again, that makes no sense..”

I sank into the seats, feeling defeated. Did i want to see him? No. Not really. At least not in the way my sister thought. I wanted to see him, just to remind myself that he was happy without me. That perhaps, letting me go had been good for him.

I thought that might help me move on.

But it didn’t work that way. i still loved him . Maybe more than he deserved. But then when was love a quantified commodity? If we only ever got the love we deserved, would anyone ever be loved enough?

If you only loved someone because they loved you back, how many people would you find to love anyway?

“I want to help him. I’ll always want to help him.”


“Maybe move the amethyst and jade on to the left? I think the rhinestone necklace and the bullet cabochon need to be on the second set of exhibits.” i said, scribbling down the instructions on a piece of paper, and watching one of Seokjin’s men carefully move the pieces as instructed.

“This is pretty damn amazing. all the tickets are sold-out. Not bad for a first time exhibition. “ Seokjin winked, giving me a one armed hug , his smile wide and happy.

I grinned and stretched my neck up to kiss his cheek.

“all thanks to you and Chae Rin unnie…. You guys really didn’t have to do this.”

“Come on, it’s the least we can do after you helped us out with Chae Rin’s show last month.”

Chae Rin’s fashion festival had hit a rut when her jewelry designer had taken ill all of a sudden. I’d designed jewelry for her entire line in a short time and in repayment, Seokjin and his sister had sponsored my first exhibition in Seoul. i was still completely overwhelmed by the attention and the flooding reviews and orders. it was surreal.

With Chae Rin endorsing my brand , almost the entirety of Seoul’s elite had become potential customers and long time clients in the space of a few weeks. i’d just shifted to a bigger studio last week, and the orders were still coming. I still worked alone though so most of those piece had a three month waiting period and amazingly the clients really didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, they absolutely adored the thought of wearing something that was handmade and customized , just the way they wanted.

“i think this is going to be a good show. “ i said with a smile, grabbing the clipboard and running my finger through the pieces, feeling a bit like I was dreaming. A dream that i could perhaps reach.

in the wake of that thought came a sharp searing pain right in my gut.

a dream..  

But not the one I’d dreamed so hard and so long, i thought bleakly.

“He’s back.” I said softly. Seokjin frowned.


“Yoongi. He’s back in Seoul.” I sighed.

Seokjin looked surprised.

“i think he’s in trouble. I just…. I know i shouldn’t care but Seokjin… is there anyway you could help me meet him?”

Seokjin looked torn.


“it’s just…. there’s something i think will help him… help the hospital, I mean. i just want to make sure that he doesn’t have to lose out on the hospital…”

“Please tell me this isn’t about the…”

“We could make it an auction…” i said desperately. i didn’t really want to talk about Yoongi with Seokjin. this thing with Seokjin was still new and budding and i didn’t want to wreck it before it even began.

“Y/N! it’s your first exhibit… You can’t just make it an auction and…”

“of course we can. Look, i have it all planned out. I’ll have a pre-show,  during which i’ll talk about each piece and tell it’s story. anyone who buys it can get a one on one consulting with me and i can tell them exactly how and why the necklaces were made. Women like that. if they realize that the jewel has a special meaning, they’ll pay more for it. . Trust me, it will work. i’ll work hard for it… i can..”

“Y/N …is it even worth it to…”

“Please..just… please Seokjin. Let me do this.” I felt my breath hitch. “ Yoongi saves lives. He saves helpless children. Nothing can be worth more than that….”

Seokjin sighed, gently wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

“okay, sweetheart. But that bastard better fucking apologize for the shit he pulled. You’re too good for him. You need someone who will cherish you for the amazing woman that you are. ” he said fondly, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 

I hesitated, hating the way it was Yoongi’s face that flashed through my head , everytime Seokjin kissed me. 

omgcp oc: marguerite zimmermann

hey guys! i know i haven’t really been too active with @omgcpwomenfest, but i figured i might as well talk to you about an OFC of mine! (noted: i have not thought NEARLY as much about her, or talked about her really at all on here, this is more of me just sharing a headcanon than anything!)

anyway, my contribution for OFC day is marguerite zimmermann!

•marguerite is bad bob’s mother, jack’s grandmother!

•she was born in 1933 in quebec. unfortunately, this was when the great depression was hitting pretty hard, and her dad left his wife and newborn baby soon after. he told them he was going to try to find work and just…never came back. so yeah, she had to learn to be pretty independent pretty young. her mom worked as a seamstress to pay the bills, and though they never quite starved, things were VERY tight growing up

•as you can imagine, all of these life circumstances left marguerite with a pretty low tolerance for bullshit. when she was 20 and found out her first husband was cheating on her, she moved all his furniture out on the street in front of the house and changed the locks, and that was that. she’s an icon.

•she eventually marries bob’s father about two years later, and they’re, like, crazy happy together. they have bob in 1957. unfortunately, her second husband dies from lung cancer (lifelong smoker) in 1971. bob is 14, she is 38. she never gets married again.

•listen, this woman has gone through some tough shit, but she raises her boy RIGHT. she knows how “those” hockey boys are, and after what her father and first husband did to her, she did everything within her power to make sure her son didn’t turn out that way. she made sure he didn’t neglect his studies too much (“because you won’t be playing hockey forever”), she made sure he didn’t party too hard or break too many laws, and you better believe bob grew up with a healthy respect for women.

•also, while losing her husband hurt, but what was also really difficult was trying to make it as a single mom. her husband had been the primary breadwinner, and with him gone, she and bob really struggled to get by. bob wanted to quit hockey to cut back on the bills, but she refused. she picked up two jobs, sometimes three, and they managed to pull it together for the next four years. when he got a massive contract after being drafted by the pens, she cried.

•she was strict (though fair) with bob growing up, but when jack is born? oh my godddd, she spoils him like it’s her job. she’s always calling alicia (she LOVES alicia, by the way, and frequently tells her son that she’s out of his league) and asking about him, or sending him some new toy, or asking for more photos for her scrapbooks. she’s crazy about him, and he is about her, too. going to her house makes him feel happy and safe and he doesn’t have to worry about the outside world anymore.

•after the OD, jack spends a lot of time at his grandmother’s house. she doesn’t judge him or try to make him talk. she’ll just cook the same food she did for him when she was little, and they’ll watch tv or read together quietly. he feels safe there again.

•when jack and bitty eventually adopt a daughter, they call her maggie. it’s short for marguerite.


Yes that’s right.

It’s been a year since I’ve posted on this blog and I can’t believe how far this blog has grown. I could’ve never imagined to have 2.8K followers in that amount of time.

And the number of followers still grow each and every day. I’ve never had this amount of support from anything I’ve ever done before……

This blog has done so many things for me. My depression is gone, I’m actually more organized (thanks to me queue and drafts), I’ve gained so much more appreciation for myself and a lot of other things, and I have you.

Yes, you.

You are the main reason why this blog exists.

I still remember the day when I realized my posts were getting noticed. I was in L.A (wow fancy that), awake at like 3am and I just checked tumblr. And there you were. My first 7 followers. My first 4 notes. My motivation had started from that point.

And every single day from that point. I just kept posting.

Since then, I’ve gained almost 3K followers, I’ve put out over 900 posts, along with 300 others sitting in the queue and over 100 drafts waiting to be opened to the wild. It’s crazy. The fact that I’ve been keeping up with this blog for a year even surprises me. The fact that people enjoy my posts, share my posts with friends, and anticipate more from me is amazing. I’ve honestly never felt so loved in my life. You guys are just amazing and I hope you all stay with me for a really long time. 

because forever doesn’t exist.

But seriously, you are all the reason why I’ve kept up with this blog and the reason why this blog exists. You’re the reason I still exist.

I just really want to thank you all. I consider you all my friends and soulmates.

and i know this is really long so if you guys read up to here i’m also very surprised


Thank You and I Love You All.

Let’s stay together for years to come.

Originally posted by miyu13me