this was hard because there's so much moment i want to put here

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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FIC RECS

in honor of gaining another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsterREKT heres another rec list. 

This will just be made up of lots and lots of different types of fics. Make sure to read the warnings for each fic before reading. 

(fics with ** are favorites)


It Takes A Village by  Hypocorismm

Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.

Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.

WORDS: 49227

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 35/35

WARNINGS: angst, kidnapping, mpreg.


Night Stroll by  Marishna

“Is it night there?”

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, it is. How do you know where I am?”

“I don’t, that’s why it’s weird it’s night. That puts you in… Europe?” Stiles asked after some quick math.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spain. You haven’t lost that…” Derek waved his hand. “Stileness.”

WORDS: 3276

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTER: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek has insomnia??? is that a warning??? idk


****Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

WORDS: 101,000

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 20/20

WARNINGS: mild transphobia, derek learns acceptance, broken family, so much angst


Walking Into Darkness by  alenie

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

WORDS: 6342

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship 


****Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

WORDS: 2699

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS:1/1

WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death


Just Realize What I Just Realized by  literaryoblivion

He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…

WORDS: 2529

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: a lil angst, (but mostly fluff)


The Potential Fatality of Assuming by  crossroadswrite

The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.

A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.

(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

WORDS: 2196

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining


****If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by  alisaj

“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”

That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

WORDS: 33,383

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks


Sour Kush (series) by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done

WORDS: 15,392

RATING: Explict 

WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd 


I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by  yodasyoyo

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her shopping.”

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

WORDS: 16,065

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 4/4

WARNINGS: pining, fake relationships, they’re both idiots. 


Baby You’re Beautiful by  supernaynay

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

WORDS: 1089

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek is hit with a truth spell


****(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

WORDS: 78,759

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 9/9

WARNINGS: violence, slow build


Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me) by  noneedforhystereks

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.

WORDS: 59,719

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 15/15

WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage. 


Waiting For Our Superman by  tearsandholdme

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

WORDS: 95,240

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 22/22

WARNINGS: angst, mpreg, emotional hurt, overprotective derek


Adding You to My Future by  NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS:9/9

WARNINGS: violence, like, lots of violence, slow build, gore, emotional comfort, bamf stiles


Stars Plummet: a Christmas Story by  Peckishdragon

When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.

WORDS: 11,589

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 6/6

WARNINGS: a lil violence, like a tiny bit, 


All They Have by  Nival_Vixen

Single dads AU where Derek and Stiles meet because Derek’s daughter and Stiles’ trans son become friends at school.

WORDS: 4004

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: trans child, which leads to ignorant adults being ugly fucks, protective derek 


love comes in all shapes and sizes by  trilliastra

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

WORDS: 2207

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: kate argent


When You Wish Upon a Dragon by  lupinus

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods.
Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma 

WORDS: 13,739

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none, but so much fluff


****Lucky That I’m Yours Every Day by  stilinskisparkles

Derek doesn’t see how Valentine’s Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

WORDS: 6772

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: fluff. just. all the fluff. its disgusting how fluffy it is really.


Relationship Status: It’s Complicated by  kellifer_fic

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

WORDS: 4010

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNING: mentioned stiles/omc 


***************Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22

All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.

Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.

WORDS: 64,833

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 12/12

WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much


will to follow through by  owlpostagain

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

WORDS: 42,411

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 2/2

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of violence, 


Professor D. Hale (series) by  har1ey_quinn


A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)

WORKS: 7

COMPLETE: possibly

WORDS: 18,008

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none


go on without me!!!! (or the one where stiles is cursed by witches and overreacts to everything) by  day

Stiles is cursed by witches and he can’t react like a normal human being.
Scott is a terrible best friend and can’t stop laughing.
Derek just wants it all to be over.

WORDS: 1396

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: crack


******For My Next Trick, I’ll Regret All of My Life Choices: a performance by Derek Hale and 80% of his eyebrows by  crossroadswrite

(978): I woke up missing my shoes and my left eyebrow. MY. EYEBROW.
.
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

Kira gives him a sympathetic look, and climbs up to sit next to him, “You kind of… don’t have one.”

“I what!” he shouts, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

Kira pats him on the shoulder and shoves a piece of toast in his hand.

“It’s not that bad,” she tries to console him with a smile, then glances up at his left eyebrow and winces, “It could definitely be worse. It’s not all gone. Just. Half of it.”

Derek considers crying into his orange juice but decides that would be a waste and because his mother taught him how to be a good guest he opts to drink it instead.

WORDS: 2566

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none buT THIS FIC IS AN ALL TIME FAV, THE FUCKING SQUIRRELS VIKING BURIAL GETs ME EVERYTIME, AND BATMAN OH MY

anonymous asked:

do u think keith is ruthless enough to kill?

seE,, this is interesting to me because, i think we already have that answer. but i dont think the answer makes him ruthless

as soon as keith gets an opportunity to take out zarkon, he takes it. hes like ?? i can end the empire right here right now? i can just axe this guy and that’ll save the universe? great, done

even when coran tells him like five times No,,,no do nOt do that, that is a Bad plan, he just cuts the comms. like he is ready to kill zarkon right here right now 

if he was able to at the time, i seriously think he would’ve killed zarkon without a second thought. he went all out trying to kill him, no questions asked. because the thing about keith is, he’s very much an act now type of person. he thinks on his feet and reacts in the moment. i feel like that leaves very little room at the time for regret, particularly when you 1) dont know the guy personally and 2) you do know that they’re responsible for the torture, enslavement, and murder of countless races across the universe.

also, he uh?? may have killed someone already? remember the druid he threw his sword at, and on contact with the blade they just like??? obliterated?? and all thats left is the sword?

ya, that. keith doesnt seem at all broken up about that. you can argue of course that he wasn’t intending to kill them cause he didnt know blades magically disintegrate druids, but like. pidge also kinda causes haxus to fall (to his death??) and it doesnt phase her. i think with both of those instances the idea is let’s brush past this real quickly and not really stop to think about it cause we cant dwell too much on murder in a kids show,, (hi florona). 

but in the case with keith and zarkon, i think his immediate willingness to kill someone for the greater good is very much intentional. zarkon conquered like most of the known universe. he destroyed allura’s home planet. his empire captured and tortured keith’s only friend. keith has plenty of reason to want to even the score. also, its a numbers game–get rid of this one Evil guy, and you save the whole universe. to keith, that’s not even a question. 

theres also lubos, who i guarentee keith wouldve had no qualms about killing. i mean, he doesn’t go through with it, but you can clearly see that once keith realizes lubos sold out his people to save his own skin, well–keith definitely wanted to get back at him for it 

of course, we do know that keith doesnt try to harm people needlessly though. the garrison covered up the disappearance of his best friend, then captured and sedated him when he got back to earth. keith had a knife at the time, but he still only fights the garrison barehanded and just quickly knocks them out. when he’s on the balmera, he stops attacking head-on when lance reminds him the “planet” is an actual creature that can be harmed. keith doesn’t want to hurt people if he can avoid it, and as much as he likes getting back at the galra, i still think he’d only kill someone out of necessity, not personal gain. 

i also think keith is much less fired up to take on the galra now because he’s one of them. this means he’s not only more compassionate and empathetic towards some of them–see thace and ulaz–this also means he’s very much conscious about his own feelings of aggression. like, i think he’s trying extra hard not to lash out or anything because he worries he’s just like them. and keith really, really wants to be a good person. like, the boy is really trying. he honestly genuinely cares about other people and wants to do “the right thing”

for keith, killing zarkon was “the right thing.” it meant sparing the universe from his intergalactic conquest. it meant justice for shiro and freeing pidge’s family and putting an end to the monster that eradicated allura’s home. from keith’s perspective, allowing zarkon to live, allowing zarkon to continue imprisoning and torturing and murdering people when he had the power to act and stop it, now that is ruthless. he was just trying to do the right thing 

i dont think anyone thinks pidge is a bad person for pushing haxus. i dont think anyone would say shiro lost his humanity just because he was thrown in a gladiator arena and he’d rather fight back than lay down and die. so i wouldnt say keith is heartless just because he’s willing to make big sacrifices for what he thinks is right. 

on a more meta level, i also think its kinda hard to judge cause he’s not really human, so human standards dont really apply. for instance, lance and hunk both tell him its cold to leave allura. but by galra standards, i think thats just being pragmatic. so like, what the galra consider ruthless might be something different. anyway, sorry this got so long but,,, ya i do think keith could kill. i dont think that makes him ruthless though, especially since its a given people are going to die in war and he knows what he signed up for

mild-lunacy  asked:

This is a bit more open-ended than usual, but there's no one else I could ask. To wit: are there any particular moments in Series 4 that suggest or demonstrate to you that John really loves and/or genuinely cares about Sherlock? I guess secondarily, how do you read Sherlock putting off rescuing John from that well until after he dealt with Eurus In TFP?

Any particular moments? It’s hard to pick, it’s kind of infused through the whole thing, but okay, I’ll do my best.

In The Six Thatchers, John should be deliriously happy. He’s got what he wanted: the normal life with a job, a wife, and a new daughter, but he’s also got Sherlock, who is as committed to maintaining this careful and potentially awkward balance as he is. They still solve crimes together, and Mary and Rosie aren’t an obstruction. In fact, sometimes they join in! John’s devotion to Sherlock is pretty obvious from that alone, but Sherlock’s special place in John’s life is underscored by John asking him to be Rosie’s godfather. 

John should be happy, but he’s not. He’s never managed to get over what Mary did and who she really is. His happy life with wife and baby is a lie. As his trust in Mary continues to decline, his trust in Sherlock never waivers. John and Sherlock confront threats together as a team while Mary lies, drugs Sherlock, and scarpers. Sherlock, weird, rude, and difficult, is John’s stable rock, and Mary does not look good in comparison. 

After Mary dies, John blames Sherlock and cuts him off. I’d suggest that this is more indicative of how much John cares about Sherlock than otherwise. Not only because he thought Sherlock was a superhero who could could genuinely protect Mary and Rosie from everything forever, but because, as we later learn, the reason why John pushes Sherlock away stems primarily from his own self-loathing. John betrayed Mary, and his guilt and despair at not being able to live up to Mary’s, Sherlock’s, and his own expectations leads him to push away the things he loves most, including his daughter and his life with Sherlock. This is underscored by his goodbye scene in the hospital, where he leaves his cane as a silent final message: you saved me, I didn’t deserve it, and here I betray you. 

We’ve had Sherlock’s mind palace for a while, which is a wonderful way to see what’s actually going on in his head. In The Lying Detective, we finally get the equivalent for John: Mary. Hallucinated Mary isn’t a ghost or even a memory, she’s the honest part of John. And she adores Sherlock. She talks about him constantly. She watches him mid-deduction with love and delight. She recognizes that Sherlock knows John, understands him completely, but John disagrees. Sherlock can’t possibly know how worthless John is; like Mary, Sherlock believes he is a good, moral man, and John knows that they’re both wrong. The voice in his head says: Sherlock may be a monster, but he’s my monster.

The most dramatic indicator of how John feels about Sherlock is his confession and breakdown at the end of The Lying Detective. This is the first time John has been completely honest in this entire story. John hides his feelings constantly, he lies about them, even to himself. And in this scene he nearly does it again, he nearly walks away. Had he done so, I believe his relationship with Sherlock would have been essentially over. He would have grown more and more distant and dishonest until their connection was entirely lost. But out of love and faith, he finally, finally makes a different choice. He chooses to be brutally honest and vulnerable. He cries, but does not turn away. He lets Sherlock hold him. No one has or ever will be this close to John.

Sherlock does not put off rescuing John in The Final Problem. From the moment he realizes that John is in danger, all Sherlock does is try to save him. The problem is that the solution is Eurus. We know that he can’t rescue John without her intervention because he was unable to the first time; the puzzle is too complex for him, it will always be too complex for him. The mistake he made all his life was thinking that intelligence was the answer. When he was a boy he didn’t have the resources to do what he does now: he recognizes that it’s sentiment that will save John, not brainpower. He’s got sentiment in his tool belt now, and that’s because of John. John made him feel and taught him to be a loving and feeling person, and that’s what allows him to triumph over his much more brilliant sister in the end.

anonymous asked:

prompt: desus first kiss

“Sorry,” Daryl mumbled. “For takin’ up your trailer.”

Paul moved around him, avoiding touching him. He knew Daryl didn’t like it very much unless it initiated it, or if it was by his family. The only person Paul had seen Daryl so free with was Rick and Carol, but beyond that, Daryl kept to himself when it came to those things.

“Don’t worry,” Paul responded easily. “Can I ask though?” he watched as Daryl sat on the cot that previously belonged to Maggie. “Why my trailer? I mean, Maggie is in the big house now that Gregory is gone, there's room, space for you to-”

“Maggie needs her space.” he mumbled, getting back up. He walked around the small space, looking like a caged animal. Paul sat on his own bed, watching him. “She’s gonna have a baby soon, Enid is in there, it’s alright.” he shrugged. 

Paul watched Daryl move around the trailer with a small smile on his face. Daryl was moving around, looking through Paul’s things without asking, opening the small closets and the bathroom door. 

Paul cocked his head, grinning. “You could relax you know. I’m not keeping anything weird hidden.”

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Still Breathing - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: an early morning moment with Jack leads to him seeing a side of you that you don’t usually let people see

Word Count: 1226

Warnings: Mentions of Death/Loss/Grief, may be triggering to those who have lost someone in a vehicular accident.

Author’s Note: This story is extremely close to me. As some of you know, i’ve been struggling to write lately, and this story popped into my head. Y/N in this story is very much based on and inspired by me personally and my life events. I don’t know how many of you will relate to this one but it’s incredibly important to me. Grief is not something that fades or goes away and it is more personal to me than anything else i’ve shared on here. If any of you are going through anything and just need a chat, then i’m here always, you can always drop a message in my ask and I will always reply to the best of my abilities. 

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Reaching a hand across the mattress and expecting for it to land on the always warm and comforting body of his girlfriend, Jack was surprised to feel only cool and uninviting sheets underneath his fingertips.

Cracking his eyes open blearily, he noticed that his bed was very much empty and very much lacking a warm you to cuddle up behind. Peering over his shoulder, he groaned huskily when he noticed that it was only just past two thirty in the morning.

Regardless of this though, he knew that you typically didn’t get up in the night, and as such, pushed himself up and out of bed, the cool breeze coming through the open window making him shiver slightly as he padded out of the room and into the plush carpeted hallway. He noticed the stream of warm light coming from his office and immediately made his way over to the doorway.

Standing in the door way, his eyes fell on you immediately, your body crouched over a box of something that was on the floor while clad in only his old ratty shirt and a pair of mismatched socks.

“Baby?” his scratchy hoarse voice broke into your personal bubble, making your head snap up immediately, your hands quickly moving to clear your eyes of any remaining tears. “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing awake?” he yawned, moving closer to you as you tried to right yourself and make it seem like you hadn’t just been crying your eyes out.

Jack felt his heart drop down into his stomach when his eyes landed on the box in front of you, leaning against the wall beside you, he slid his back down it until he hit the floor, his body adjacent to your own. His eyes flitted over your carefully composed form; he knew how you could get when you were in this state and even more so, he knew that you kept everything inside (no matter how often he would tell you that it was okay to be upset and to let him in) and you usually never let him get close enough to see any of this so he didn’t want to spook you at all.

“I had a dream,” you spoke quietly into the early morning air, “About him, about the accident, I saw it all,” you told him, your voice cracking at the end. It had been nearly ten years since your father had been killed in a freak accident on an afternoon motorbike ride, yet still it stayed with you. Still it haunted you, the words that you’d read on the coroners report ingrained into your memory. How he had died on impact, how in his last moments he had angled the bike just so that he would take the brunt of the force instead of your mother.

You bit down on your lip so hard that you were surprised you didn’t break through the skin; you had spent the past ten years never crying in front of anyone, never letting anyone in far enough to see just how broken this singular event had made you. Even Jack, the love of your life and the reason you weren’t an empty shell of a human being, was kept at arms length so as to minimize the impact.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jack asked you softly, reaching out and placing his hand on your arm gently. Everything about him was gentle in that moment, his tone and his actions, all coming from your boyfriend who had a tendency to be obnoxious and crass and loud in the best of times. It was the softness of his touch that broke you though, your carefully constructed facade crashing down like a house of cards in a blizzard.

The sobs racked your body as your body slumped forward, your entire frame shaking from the force of your cries. Jack couldn’t just sit there though, couldn’t just sit there with one hand on your arm while you sobbed for the father you had lost. Wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your legs, he hauled you into his lap, both arms wrapped around you tightly as you cried into his neck.

“Why did he leave me here? Why did he have to go?” you wailed into his neck, your cries filling the entire room as you shook against him. “He told me he was always going to be there, that he’d make sure nobody ever hurt me but he left! He left me here all alone and now I’m the one who has to protect everyone but I can’t anymore Jack, I’m not him!” You cried, burying your face into his chest.

It was breaking Jack’s heart to see you like this and be unable to do anything for you, but he was so thankful that he had woken up and was able to be here for you now. He ran his fingers through your hair gently with one hand as the other focused on rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your bare thigh that was slung over his lap.

Gradually your heart wrenching sobs began to quite into small cries and whimpers, before eventually, and without either one of you really noticing, your cries stopped altogether and your breathing was evened out. Neither one of you moved though, your head remaining tucked into the crook of his neck as his hand rubbed circles into your skin softly.

“You don’t have to put all this pressure on yourself,” he told you softly, “You don’t have to protect everyone and be him, you can just be you,” he continued, “I know how hard it is for you to actually let people in and let someone else share your pain but you can’t keep doing this to yourself, baby.”

Sniffling slightly, you nodded silently against his neck, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, your fingertips tracing the outline of the tattoo on his ribs ever so lightly. “Thank you for letting me cry and not complaining about the fact that your neck is now sticky with my tears,” you giggled softly, peering up at him with red rimmed eyes and smiling thankfully. “You’re too good to me, Jack Maynard,” you smiled, stretching up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Why don’t you show me what you were looking at before I came in?” He offers, a smile lighting up his face when you pick up the box that you were hunched over before. He sees that it’s a box full of photographs, all ones of you and your family. He recalls that you once told him that finding photos with your dad in there is a nightmare because he was always the one taking the photos.

Picking up one photo, you show him a tiny seven year old you perched on your dad’s shoulders, theres a bandaid on your head and a wide toothy grin on your face. “This was when I crashed the dodgem cars at the amusement park and nearly flew over the top of the steering wheel,” you tell him, laughing softly as you recount the day to him, some of the brightness that he loves so much returning to your face.

And if you two sat there until the sun came up a few hours later, still pouring over the photos in that box, well then that was okay too.

The store I work in recently got refurbished. It was a relatively small store and hadn’t been updated since it was built some 60 years ago. We had signs up for months, detailing how it was changing, what was being changed, when the store would be closed, so on and so forth, leaflets were sent out with our paperboy to inform anyone who has newspapers delivered would still receive their papers as normal, as well as all the staff telling customers about it and warning them of closures and or anything that might be an inconvenience to them. But as everyone who works in retail will know, customers will always find something to complain about. 

  • 8 customers, complained that they wouldn’t get their papers and refused to pay for the days they wouldn’t receive them,even after getting their leaflets.
  • 5 of those said customers went out and bought their papers somewhere else, then phoned up or came in and complained that they now have 2 of their papers and refused to pay for the ones we sent them, even though they were given leaflets, and told in store that they would still get their papers. 
  • (This one I do feel kind of bad about) 1 woman, who I’d never actually seen before, came in mid renovation, looked around at all the stuff that had started changing, and proceeded to scream bloody murder at me, the only person on the shop front, about how this was going to effect her short term memory loss. Like, I’m really sorry to hear about that lady, and must be very difficult to deal with, but sadly not everything in the world is going to stand still for you, and screaming at me, a counter assistant, mid renovation isn’t going to change anything.
  • On a day where we closed midday, having put yellow tape around the front of the shop, putting up a big sign saying ‘SORRY, WE’RE CLOSED’, more customers than I can count, walked under or just plain ripped through the tape and tried to open our locked doors. Many of them yelled through the doors at us that they couldn’t get in. And once informed that ‘sorry, we’re closed for the day’ shouted at us for closing early and not telling them about it. (Even though you were told, I know you were told, I told most of you damn self yesterday.)
  • Multiple customers begging to be let in anyway because they just need some milk/some cigarettes/a packet of crisps. - I’m sorry but I cant let you in while work is being done, and even if I could, we have no tills to serve you on. - but I have the cash - I cant let you in, that would be dangerous.(Can you not see hard hat and gloves that I have to wear just to move stock out from the shop front?) - I’ll be careful. 
  • Customers after having been sent away already, called the shop to tell us what an inconvenience that was to them.
  • Customers phoned up our head office to complain that were weren’t open, we got a phone call from them to ask if we had our signs up because they were bored of telling customers that yes they do know that shop is closed today, sorry we cant make them open just so you can buy a packet of pasta or use the cash machine inside. 
  • At one point, nobody was in the front of the shop to tell a customer who had also missed the tape and sign that said we were closed to so he FUCKING SMASHED OUR GLASS DOOR AND WALKED INSIDE??????? WHO EVEN DOES THAT???? (Luckily the doors were going to be removed and fitted with new automatic ones later that week, be we (or the builders) had to boarder up the door with wood)
  • At one point, while the shop was essentially being gutted, having shelves and fridges and such ripped out, we had like a mini makeshift shop, like 1/10 the size of the full thing. (A tarp kind of thing acting as walls, one shelving stand, a fridge for milk and beer, cigarette cabinet, and half a counter strategically placed in front of the gap in the tarp so we could easily get in and out) so that people could get the ‘essentials’. Customers would routinely come in, look around, not find the thing they want, then try to just walk around the counter and into the part of the shop that was obviously closed off. In what store, anywhere in the world would you think it was okay to just walk behind the counter??? 
  • Sorry but you cant enter that part of the shop. - why not? - because the builders are in there, theyre working - but the thing i want is in there - if you cant find what you want out here, i will happily go check in the back for it - but I KNOW where it is!! It’ll be on that shelf - that shelf isnt there anymore - why - because were having a refit - so i cant have that thing, this is RIDICULOUS - if you can wait right here for a moment, I can see if we have it in the back - fine -*goes and gets the thing from the back* - why dont you have this thing out here anyway? you have those other similar things there! - I’m sorry we just dont have the space in this section for everything, we’re trying to keep it down to the basics - well I’ll be coming back for more of it so you should put it out here ready for me!
  • Sorry but you cant go through into that part of the shop. - why not? - We’re undergoing refurbishment, the builders are in there I’m afraid. - oh, can i go in and have a look? - sorry, no. - why not? - because its dangerous - but you can go in there! - yes, but i have to wear a hard hat while i pass and through - well can i wear one and have a look? - no. - WHY NOT? - because its dangerous and i could get into trouble for letting you in there. - but how will i know what it looks like? - you’ll just have to wait and see when its all done. - but i want to see it now! -(Internally: Youre a grown ass man! what kind of grown man throws a tantrum over this kind of thing??) 
  • Sorry but you cant go through to that section - but the thing i want is in there - *see’s the thing they want is wrapped up in a delivery dolly. Its not been scanned in yet but i know i can make a not if it for when we do get round to scanning things in.* Okay, if you could please wait right here, I’ll get it for you. - No, its fine, I can get it myself. - Sorry but I cant let you into that part of the shop. (at this point in time, one of the builders has noticed us talking and is very helpfully opening the dolly to get the item. He double checks its the right thing before bringing it over to us. the customer gets more shopping then i scan it through and bag it all up. but wait theres more) - how much did that scan at. - [item price] - how much? it was only [special offer price] last week. - That offer ended two weeks ago. - I dont want it then, take it off. 
  • Do you have any frozen veg? - Sorry, not at the moment. - You had some before. - Yes, but were undergoing a refit and we don’t have any freezers to keep frozen food in at the moment. - why not? - our old freeze has been sent to a different store and are new ones wont be here until next week. - how am i going to make a roast dinner now? - we still have fresh veg in our fridges in the back, as well as canned veg, I can go get some for you. - well what do you have in? - peas, cauliflower, parsnips, and we have some potatoes on the shelves. - can I see them? - sure i’ll get some for you, what would you like to see? - all of it, where is it? - its in the back, I’d have to bring it up. - can’t I just go look for myself - sorry no. I know its not convenient, but I cant let you through. - fine, bring me [these things] - *brings here the things* - *looks at all the things, frowns* - these arent frozen - (internally smashing my head against a wall) after 10 more minutes of back and forth, she decided to go somewhere else.

And these are just some of the highlights. 

V + Saeran not added because this seemed to get too repetitive *finger guns away*


Zen:
  • He thinks its amazing that you’re known for your creativity and skill– Sighs and wishes he could be known like that with acting; But instead its all about his looks and voice in that area. But you, You’re known for ripping out hearts, stepping on them, and killing off fan favorites at a minutes notice. And he loves you for it, you sadistic little angel you.
  • Regardless he doesn’t really understand how hard writing actually is since.. he’s never really written before? One of those people that think you just throw a few words down and bam you’re done like no baby. no. we all wish it could be like that.
  • So he’s really surprised to see the process of it all; The writers block, the procrastinating, the editing and re-reading, the doubting yourself, then the random spurts of creativity where all you do is sit and write for hours. And he’s really never seen something more frustrating. It looks like such a tedious thing, he definitely takes back what he said about it being easy.
  • “ And she took the blade into her palms… No– That doesn’t sound right.. ” He watched with wide eyes as you wrote and rewrote sentences over and over again, he thought everything sounded fine? But you didn’t seem to like it. He knew you were tired, he’s told you multiple times to take a break but you refused. Insisting you had to get at least one chapter done tonight if anything.
  • He just sighs at your stubbornness with a knowing smile, offering you some tea or hot cocoa which you graciously accept. He’ll even try and help you with writing by sitting on the couch beside you and letting you read what you’ve written to him. Rereading it helps you catch mistakes and odd phrases or sentences, which is helpful. But he always says “ It sounds fine? Why are you deleting it? ” Z e n.
    Jumin:
    • I feel like Jumin someday would love to write a memoir of some sorts, so when he finds out you’re an author he thinks thats perfect– You could help him with it if you’re feeling up to it.
    • But seeing how stressed and busy you usually are makes him not want to bring up the idea. He cant believe writing could be this tedious. He gives you a little room in his house as an office for you to work in and you’re in it constantly. When he comes home from work thats the first place he checks, surrounded with stress relieving candles and a cup of whatever you’re liking at the moment. He begs you to come to bed with him, but seeing as you wont budge he’ll pull up a chair and stay with you.
    • “ You’re adding too many big words. Your targeted audience wont understand a lot of that. ” Oh, he’s right. Actually its nice to have Jumin reading over your shoulder. Stressful as hell but he catches mistakes quickly and gives his honesty on certain phrases and sentences; since he’s read practically billions of books in his 27 years.
    • Eventually you get the chapter done after nearly a week and sheepishly show it to him. He reads it with a concentrated expression, not willing to give away any hint of emotion.
    • When he’s all done you ask him what he thinks about it. “ Its lovely, you capture the scenery beautifully and the emotions of your characters. I enjoyed it; as will others, my love. ” He praises you for your hard work by giving you a kiss on the top of the head and rubbing your (very sore) back softly. He’s proud of you. and youre pretty damn proud of yourself too? this man better give you a back rub for hours tonight because sitting at a desk for so long nearly killed you holy shit
    Yoosung:
    • Oh boy does he wish he had your patience and skill. never would admit this but he really lowkey wants you to write LOLOL fanfiction of his characters for him
    • He cant believe how much you work though. It seems like you’re on your laptop for decades on end and he hates it! Usually spends an hour or two on LOLOL before getting bored and checking up on you.
    • Aaaand youre still at your laptop looking like you’re ready to kill a man. Lovely.
    • “ MCCC…. ” He’s so whiney when you overwork yourself. He wants attention badly but you tell him youre busy. even though we all know you’ve been staring at that empty screen contemplating the meaning of life for hours now. dont lie.
    • Snuggles into your side and asks you about what your writing and such. He sees obviously not much progress being done on the screen, but he’s pretty sure you know that already..
    • Eventually he’ll encourage you to write for five minutes, take a quick break to stroke his hair and pay attention to the movie he put on ages ago, then return back to your five minutes of writing. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t want to complain.
    Jaehee:
    • Shes thought about becoming an author in the past; but never ended up taking it up. shes written zen fan-fiction before though so she knows a little somethin’ somethin’ about writing.
    • She finds herself cleaning your office a lot. Theres so many coffee cups in here MC. Did you sleep last night?
    • My character slept does that count?
    • No.
    • She eventually gives up on trying to place a schedule with you since you’re always tucked away inside that gross little office you could practically call home. So investing in a laptop for you was a much needed decision; make or break sort of thing. You can write and be within ten feet of her at the same time cant you?
    • Learns to adapt to your odd and unhealthy writing schedule as long as she can still snuggle with you while you’re at it. And you’re sweet enough to turn down the brightness of the screen when its late at night too so it doesn’t hurt her eyes, so sweet.
    • She loves to read your past books while you work and ends up curiously asking for some slight spoilers, which you don’t exactly tell her since.. Well you don’t really know yourself. She finds this funny though that you wrote the book but you don’t even know how it ends. But yet gets a bit excited thinking of all the power she has by being your girlfriend… 10/10 WILL crush you with her thighs if you kill off her favorite character.
    Seven:
    • MC CANYOUWRITEME
    • He’s always asking you to write the weirdest shit for him just because you know how? seven I will not write a Yooseven / LOLOL crossover au. and dont break the forth wall youre scaring me.
    • Probably out of everyone he knows how hard it is on you to sit at a desk and stare at a screen when you need to get something done. Hacking and writing are different even if he insists otherwise, writing a small haiku into the programming of your computer to prove his point. *finger guns* why are you like this
    • He hates how you leave for so long to write but he gets its your job. He just wishes it wasn’t. So he gets insanely whiny about it, knocking on your office door and coming in asking “Are you all done now?” almost every five minutes. Luciel. Sh. Focus time.
    • You end up locking him out of the room but he doesnt take that very well and turns to passing notes under the crack of the door;
      “ Are you done now.. .. .. …… . . ”
      With his signature mini seven doodle attached or sometimes a poorly drawn elizabeth the 3rd in the corner. He was distracting you and he knew it, but he never stops until you’re chasing him halfway across the house with a broom to get him to shoo.
    • Eventually he might give up, but thats rare. You have no choice but to let him in and allow him to spin around on a wheely chair while you give him spoilers for upcoming chapters. He always gives you, quite dramatic, feedback; like gasping loudly whenever you say something “ intense ” is going to happen to your characters. Or trying to convince you to kill every single character in a fit of rage and passion. No Saeyoung. No. N'aw.. He thought it would be a great idea.
i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this


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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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You and Joe never really fought. You two bickered back and forth occasionally but that was pretty much it. Both of you were pretty chilled and would talk about something before it became a real issue.

This time however was different. This time it was a fight. There were tears and loud words being exchanged without much thought. It happened all so quickly and just snowballed into a big mess. 

“Y/N I don’t know what you want me to do. Everything has already been set up and arranged, I can’t just back out at the last minute to please you!” Joe yelled throwing his hands back up in the air. 

“You don’t have to please me Joe I just wished you actually thought before you acted. I’m sick and tired of you always making the decisions and just expecting me to be okay with everything!” You yelled back from the opposite side of the room. 

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Rome - Taehyung : A World Of Beauty Series

Taehyung’s always been out for the world to marvel at. But with you, the world feels all the more personal.


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Genre: fluff/smut Song: Roma Fade- Andrew Bird


The light came from the heavens, more bright and soft than light from anywhere else he’d been in the world. He’d been throughout it, and still none if it compared. Resembling you, he thought. The glass doors with royal golden carving in the handles were open, letting the soft breeze in from the streets below before they grew busy and noisy. He had woken up earlier than he’d liked, but now that he had, he didn’t regret it.


His bare chest was pressed against the white sheets with the texture of silk. The bed was grand, fit for a queen. His left cheek pressed against the white pillow to match his chest. Strands of hair untouched since the night, where her fingers took their home in tangling and pulling deep & close to his roots, lay strewn across the pillow in front of him. He could still feel the presence of sleep in his eyes, but he didn’t want them shut any longer. The sight in front of him was something that only belonged to him, to stay stored and locked away in his thoughts for when you weren’t there to lay with him like now.


His lips parted, letting a small breath escape, but god, he couldn’t help it. It was a breath of admiration, a breath of endearment and fondness, a breath of love. This is all he ever hoped for in his nights and mornings, waking up and falling asleep next to the same woman who gave him parts of life he thought he’d never have. Normality, wanting him for him and all the baggage he carried. Making him feel like what he loved to do never contributed to the love she had for him. She never failed to tell him, that it wasn’t his fame that made her love the musical part of his life, but the passion he had when it came to sharing his heart through music. He never failed to remain the same while being put on a pedestal in front of the world. She always told him she marveled at that. He never told her, but he credited her for him staying him.


He searched the deepest and most hidden places for recommendations of the most extravagant and beautiful places to stay in Rome. Price didn’t matter, only the best would do, even if it costed millions. He wanted to take her beauty to a place that matched. But he now realized that the effort was a lost cause. He picked quite the magnificent place to stay. It was only to be found in Italy, said the woman whom he had made the deal with. The curtains of velvet, it was pure Renissance era, truly divine. Bedding and duvet made for royalty of the time. The corners where the walls met and connected were carved with precise and vivid depictions of art from the time. The walls exposed and uneven, left from the construction from years ago. The light tinted and faded paint on the walls to compliment the glow from the sun when it came and set fire to everything else in the room. The balcony led out to see all the beautiful scenery Rome had to offer. It was a fortune, and it was breathtaking. But in his effort to take his beauty to a place she would admire for its own, he only failed.

Here you were, laid in front of him. As naked as he, breast pressed flush against the silk sheets like his. Your hair strewn across your pillow, like paint splattered on a canvas. Wild, tangled, but untouched since the night that was only a moon before. You had kicked the covers down just below the small of your back, a habit you always had, unable to help it during your sleep. Eyes traveling down the small of your back, admiring how your back expanded, rising and falling deeply with every breath. Your plump peach lips, parted just enough to see the tip of your front teeth. He wanted so badly to lean foreword and feel the warm of your lips on his. He never felt more at home then when he got the chance to kiss you. Your face bare, and you still looked more beautiful than anything he had set eyes on.


He compared his lengthly time observing the surroundings in the beautiful untimely city of Rome, to only the seconds he spent looking at you, he realized it was just a lost feat to try to find anything to match your beauty. Nothing could. To him, no other person could compare. And if a city with so much beauty, art, and culture couldn’t, then theres no way anything else could. He’d accepted that, right in that very moment, but he felt that he always did know that.

“Mmfh…” you groaned, snapping him from his trance. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at your stirring being. “Tae-tae…” you groaned out, voice laced with sleep. Your hand felt around the bed, trying to find his figure. “Yes?” He spoke, voice as equally sleep ridden. He grabbed your searching hand, and placing it in between his larger ones, kissing the top. “Come,” you stole you hand back, scooted towards him, and motioned for him to come closer. “come here, I need some love.”

He giggled at you, even though you weren’t even trying to be comedic. You just reminded him of a grumpy little kid, he loved it. You just frowned at him, as if he didn’t think you were being serious. He scooted a little bit towards you, but it wasn’t fast enough, so you just sat up and moved over completely, pushed him from his side onto his back, and wrapped yourself flat on top of him. You let out a deep huff of sleep and satisfaction.

“You’re something else.” He giggled yet again, wrapping his arms around you, loving that he gets to bask in your touch. “Shhhh…” you shushed, smothering your hand all over his face, focusing on his lips with one finger for a moment, wanting to fall back asleep now that you had what you wanted. “Hey,”

“Hmm?” You grumbled into his chest.

“Look at me.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, a sigh that translated to “I don’t want to move and you’re disturbing my peaceful state.” But you looked up anyways. And before you could even fully rest your chin on his sternum to steady your sight, your cheeks were put in the palms of his hands and your head was pulled forward to meet his and his lips.

If you weren’t awake then, you were now.

He separated your lips, and rested his nose on yours. “You, are the most breathtaking thing, I’ve ever set eyes on.” He exclaimed honestly. You felt your cheeks heat slightly. You always doubted yourself and your confidence wasn’t as high as it could be. Isn’t that how it is for every girl, though? Any human? It didn’t help especially when one of the most perfect men you’ve had the pleasure of knowing and seeing told you so. It only shook your confidence just a little more each time, though it also reassured you. That sounded a little crazy. But Taehyung never was one to give bullshit to others, and he always made a point to tell you he’d be most honest with you. But until you believed it yourself that you were how he said, you’d never believe him. You always gave him the “You’re forced to say that to me because you love me.” Or if you want to simplify that, “You’re blinded by love, mister.” But you didn’t this morning. “Oh, you’re just saying that…” you said, gazing down so you wouldn’t have to look at him. Being under someone’s gaze always made you uncomfortable. Your eyes felt the need to avoid anyone who gave you attention, even the eyes of the boy who you loved.

“I wouldn’t just say it if I didn’t mean it.” He assured, running his hands through your hair.
“What If I told you, full heartedly, that I tried my hardest to find one of the most beautiful places in the world. With history, culture, beautiful art. Hopefully to take you for you to appreciate its beauty. And just maybe see, that you’re just as beautiful. But this morning..” he went on.

“Taehyung, you do not mean that.” You rolled your eyes at him, cutting him off, trying to avoid his at any cost. You were too flustered to look at him. You tried to roll off his chest to lay next to him instead of laying on him, but he stopped you. He only pulled your closer, closer to his face and tighter against his body.

“Listen, listen, I wasn’t done.” He said, getting a cheeky boxy grin, tapping your nose. “This morning, I had thought back to everything we’ve seen here. And then, I saw you. The light from the window shining down on you, and the way your lips part when you sleep, the way you kick the blankets down when you get too warm. How your chest rises and falls with every breath, the small of your back revealed from the blankets, it barely covering your..” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to stop himself from going on any further or else he might loose his point.

“Taehyung..” you said in doubt.

“Yes, yes.” He snapped out of it, “I mean every word of it. You’re.. you’re an enigma to me. Your beauty just is so much more than even cities with the richest of history and deepest of roots.”

“Tae, you’re exaggerating. You don’t really sound like you. This is the most serious you’ve been for 5 minutes straight. Also, I didn’t know I fell in love with a Romeo.” You chuckled, rubbing your pink cheeks.

“Listen, I can be serious,” he said, being playfully defensive. “and I know, I know, mushy talk. That’s not normally my thing, but god I had to tell you. Or else I’m positive that I would have let an important moment slip through my fingers, but you know, tease me all you want. I’m Romeo for today. Romeo in Rome.”

You looked up him, a little bit of disappointment in his very bad play on words? Pun? Who knows. But he found it funny. He was laughing at himself, quite hard actually. His nose scrunched, as did his chocolate eyes, and it came from the deepest and richest part of him it could.

“You’re such a half-wit sometimes.” You said looking at him finally, owning a smile of your own. “But I love it, and you sure as hell better stay like that.” You let your head lay down, being lifted and falling at a fast pace from being on his chest. He was still laughing at himself, but just a little harder this time. You sighed, and scoffed.. if thats possible. And you smiled,

“Oh god. I’d go to the ends of the world with you. For you.” You said, nuzzling into him. You felt his laughing stop completely. Wondering why, you looked up.

“Then, will you?”

“Wait,”

He let a cocky grin plaster to his face.

“Will you go the ends of the Earth with me?” He asked, raising both eyebrows, up-down, twice.

You involuntarily laughed at his expression, and then looked down at the sheets with a smile still on your lips. You twirled it in between your fingers and bit your lip.

“If I get to go with you, then you know I will.” You said, still looking at the sheets.

“Then, we’ll go anywhere and everywhere.” He said.

You never knew what to expect with Taehyung. But you know, that if he says it, there’s always a possibility that he means it. You got lost in thought at the idea of leaving parts of you and Taehyung everywhere in the world. Memories. You felt the bed move slightly, but you still stared, checked out.

You didn’t pay much attention to his movement, thinking he was going to get out if the enormous sea of sheets. But, until you ended up under him, you changed your thoughts immediately.

“Tae!” You squealed, and felt his lips behind your ear.

He mumbled into your neck things about how he’d take you anywhere you wanted, just to be with you, and feel that you’d have parts of everywhere now apart of both of you.

Your need and affection had grown in the process. The feeling of his deep baritone voice vibrating on your skin, combined with his soft lips and body in between your legs. It was an overstimulation to your senses, and your were more than okay with that. It had integrated into the intensity of everything that you felt for him in the morning when he praised you. And you wanted to give some praise to him for being so perfect to you.

You knew what this would turn into, thought you usually never did. A simple hug with Tae could turn into a lot more in such little time. It was quite fascinating actually. Switching moods completely. Silly and playful to a man. You still couldn’t get how he could do it, but he could. And it happened more often as time got on. But you know, you weren’t complaining.

“Hey,” you breathed out, placing your hands on the back of his neck as he still worked on yours. He just hummed to acknowledge you. “Turn over for me, would you?” You asked. “Mm-mm..” he grunted into your neck, and pushing his lower body into yours, making you shudder at the feeling.

“P-please, let me make you feel good for a little bit.” You pulled the hair at the nape of his neck, causing ripples of goosebumps to deploy, you felt it under your touch. He couldn’t say no to that though, no matter how much he thought he should take care of you first. He was cheeky, so he let it fly.

He sucked a little bit longer on your skin then pushed himself off you so his head was level with your ear. “Expect to feel just as fucking good afterwards, okay?” He growled, somehow making it sound reassuring while intimidating. Only something he could pull off. You whimpered just a little at the thought of how well he’d keep his promise.

He got off you, and you came up to rest your ass on the balls of your heels, feeling your hair brush the top of your feet.

His demeanor had changed from how it was earlier. You couldn’t read it, you never could read Taehyung. It was nearly impossible, but luckily he always graced you with the fact that he’s nowhere near shy of sharing what he’s thinking.

“God, you’re fucking with me in ways I can’t even explain.”

You leaned forward onto him as he sat up against the headboard of the bed and pressed your lips against his, trying so very hard to convey the passion your mouth had in store for him. You kissed down his jaw, taking in his reaction to your movements. His breathing was growing heavy, and you saw his abdomen twitch in anticipation. You worked your way down with your lips, pushing your ass out just a little further up in the air to give him something to admire.

“Fucking hell..” he groaned and threw his head back.

You had worked your way down to his abdominal hair and looked up at him with big eyes. He was hissing at his own sensitivity, and you causing it to be so intense for him. His eyes squeezed shut, and his hands fisting the sheets. You didn’t even think to look at his cock, you just aimed to focus on the areas you brought yourself to. But now that you did, you looked at him, almost questioning why he reacted the way he was. You understood now.

You wondered where in the world he got time to get this up, just puzzled for a moment. You tried to hide it, but he didn’t keep his thoughts for you to guess about.

“You laid on top of me. It wasn’t conscious, but your tits were on me and it was so close to you it just happened. Sorry.” Saying it sheepishly, you could tell he wasn’t. His grin gave it away.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped sooner.” Saying in between kisses and licks.

“I didn’t notice. I was explaining and laughing.” He said, stopping to hiss. “No, no. I lied. I did notice. It was just a bad time.”

You looked up from his lower body, wanting to laugh. The right time was only at least three minutes after him “swooning” you. “Mmhm, pretty boy. Totally was.” You say sarcastically. You went to wrap your hand around his dick, but you had to look for a second before you did. Needing to know what you were gonna get yourself into.

It was flat against his stomach, straining and red. You wanted nothing more than to make it even more painfully hard, the harder it was, the harder he’d go on you. And his neediness made your desire only grow. You needed him, bad. You could reach down and feel for proof if need be.

You moved down just a little further, and licked the head of his hardened cock. He squirmed at the light action that he decided just didn’t pair with how heavy he felt. You smirked to yourself at how enjoyable this would be, hearing him moan and groan, all because of you.

You took his head in between your lips and sucked a little short of as hard as you could, and he moaned out, voice going to a higher octave than normal. Popping off, you spit on it and gave it a few pumps, getting ready to go all in.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” He moaned out, entangling his long slim fingers into your hair, trying desperately to not push your head down. “Bellissimo. Una dea.” (Beautiful. A goddess.)

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and raising an eyebrow. “Someone learned some Italian.” You said quizzically. “Only for things I though I would use often while we’re here. It’ll be a tradition.” He winked and panted down at you, running his hands through your hair. “Please, more.” He begged at you. You raised your other eyebrow, now. “Since when does king Taehyung beg?”

“When his cock is aching from thinking about how hard he wants to fuck his beautiful girlfriend until her legs give out. Please.” He groaned as you attached your mouth to him once again, throwing his head back, leaning it against the headboard. “And since when am I King Taehyung?” He asked smiling with a smirk, eyes shut. His “please” sounded more like a sweet command, but you were relishing, only just a little bit, in the fact that he was begging. It was strange, he rarely ever did that. You were always in the position to beg, with good reason. He’s a fucking tease.


You worked your tongue around him the best you could, sucking in pulling in different rhythm each time. Pushing him in one way, then pulling away from it and trying a new method. It had* to be at least slightly frustrating, you wanted him just a little bit worked up. The repercussions were always worth it.

He groaned and hissed, you never thought you’d hear another voice as baritone-ly deep, masculine and sexy as his ever in your existence. So, each time you gave him head you just basked in his sinful noises. It made your knees buckle and have a moan always ready in the back of your throat.

Finally setting on a pace, his reactions started to amp up in intensity. You started out mundanely slow, but sucking hard*. The moans you get from those come from deep down, vibrating and echoing in your ears. Enough to get your folds wet and slick, screaming for him touch you. It was fucking art to hear.

You take him all, going just a tad faster, and his hips buck in impatience. The situation seems all too familiar to you.

Before you knew it, his hips were wildly bucking and his moans had gone up octave after octave as you pushed and pushed. His buttons were almost all there, then you just stopped.

Nothing more.

His groaning didn’t stop, he still continued on with the deep and guttural. But you had gotten him to his edge and then pushed him far back away from it. “Legs up and spread in the next three seconds.” He commanded.

Lift up, and spread, you thought.

“Mmh!”

There was a sharp pang on your damp folds, making your body jolt foreword. But god, did it feel brilliant.

Your cunt was fully exposed and open for him to use, your only part now was waiting. You didn’t know what he was doing behind you, but you knew not to question. Spontaneity was something Taehyung needed in a good fuck, just like one would need to feel less exposed, or closer to their other. He craved the unknown, though he fully knew what he was going to do. Your reaction was was the unknown.

But, behind you, he was squeezing his cock to the point where it could be painful, but he needed that just so he wouldn’t bottom out on the first pound.

Caught in your own thoughtful wonders and anticipation, you had no time to process when he decided just push himself in you, hard, with force. It made you jolt forward for the second time, though you almost flew completely forward this time round. He held his hands on your hips thankfully, keeping you from falling. Him keeping himself there only instilled the pleasure into you.

Taehyung wasn’t big, and he sure as hell wasn’t small. But that didn’t matter at all. He knew how to give you just what you needed, he knew just what to do. Never failing to leave you spasming and clutching his thighs or whatever you could to stabilize yourself after he’d done his best to you.

He continued on, pulling out all the way to the tip to give you time to recover, then snapping himself back into you as hard as he could.

Lord, it was impossible to keep quiet. How could you? Why should you?


“Fuck, me.” Taehyung hissed out. Hie jaw clenched, teeth gritted. He caught himself digging his fingers into your hips harder than he should. But you hadn’t said anything to tell him it hurt, so he kept them that way for his sake. And yours, he thought. Couldn’t have you falling face-first forward now could he?

“You want that?” You answered playfully, slightly out of breath. You knew he wasn’t expecting an answer. It wasn’t a command either. But why not offer? Who could lose in asking. You turned your head to the right just enough to see him out the corner of your eye. His hair fell in front of his eyes since it was tilted somewhat downward. It pulled a shadow over his lids more than his furrowed brows already did. It looked a little menacing if you were honest. But also extremely fucking appealing. He looked impatient, holding himself back.

You pushing his buttons was making him lose it. He didn’t know if he should let you, or if he should just thrust so hard you want him to keep taking you from behind. He almost made up his mind until you purposely tightened yourself and slid off his cock and then back down on it again.

He didn’t answer you for a minute or two and you were impatient. You couldn’t stand being on your elbows with his cock buried inside you without him moving. So you gave him one last push.

“No. I don’t” he grunted, making up his mind after your little show. He pulled you off his cock by your hips, stopping at the tip, then pushing it back in. Making you moan out for him to do more to you, you felt sensitive from being handled so roughly then given time to feel that. You needed him so badly. He wasn’t giving it to you.

He pulled himself out completely, then flipped you over by the hips, earning a yelp from you. He grabbed your thighs, fingers burning into your flesh. He pushed them apart as fast as he could and as far as he could without hurting you. He clawed on your thighs, letting out a couple angry praises at how beautiful he thought you were. His hands slid down from your stretched thighs to your pussy, deciding to give your clit a little attention. He gave it a slap, making you whine for him to be kind. His other hand was busy rubbing himself as we watched you.

His dick was still wet from being in you minutes before, add that to the precum that was coming from his tip, his dick was aching for you, and based on all of your arousal that was left on his dick, you were aching for him. Your eyes shut as he slapped your clit, and he took that as his chance.

He moved forward as fast as he could, slammed himself into you, and let himself go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You had no choice but to cry out. You had no idea how to cope with the feeling. “Such a pretty voice.” He groaned in the midst of his merciless thrusts. “I wanna hear it. Louder.” He commanded.

Sometimes he did this. Going fast, not letting up on you. Sometimes he didn’t, going slow and taking his time. Whatever came naturally to him, and to you. You enjoyed it either way, always feeling insanely good no matter the circumstances.

Taehyung sped up when he said that, to the point where the sound of skin slapping on skin was just as loud as both your breathing. “Tae! Please…” you begged. You didn’t know what you were begging for. For more? You had more than enough of him in you to fulfill your needs. For a little mercy? You knew you didn’t want that. He knew that.

“What are you asking for, love?” He moaned, eyes shut in focus. His hips were moving fast enough to make you cum in the next 5 minutes, so I guess that’s what you were asking for.

You reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down over you. His hips didn’t falter in the slightest. “God you make me feel so good.” You breathed out. “You’re so fucking tight, wet.” He breathed back in response.

You moaned at his words, they were enough to make you go tight around him. “Fuck. Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He whimpered to you. You were so close. You just needed him a little longer. “Come on baby, harder.” You pulled him down so he was flush against your chest. You felt it rub against you with friction each time he move slammed his hips into yours mercilessly. He let his head drop by your ear and you took your chance. He was whimpering, letting out higher sounding noises every now and then as your skin clapped against one anothers. You wrapped your arms around him and clawed down his back as he worked himself in you. You were about to cum any second now, and so was he. You could feel it, so you gave him some extra push.

“You feel so fucking good inside me, Taehyung. Please, please. I’m so close, go harder for me. I’m almost there baby harder, please.”

He gave up his light whimpers and grunted instead. Your words magically made his hips speed up regardless of you asking him to go faster. Your tone was so fucking sexy, and it slipped right into his ears. It made his dick twitch and he almost lost it right then and there. He sped up his hips, and let the natural reactions play out.

He rested his sweaty forehead on the curve of your neck and shoulder where his mouth used to be planted. Your moans from him working so hard to hit that spot in you that made you shake and shiver only made him lose more control than the amount he never had. He was moving like a mad man. Groaning more and more as he reached near his edge. He could hear you doing just the same.

“Fuck. Fuck. I can hear how wet you are. Are you gonna cum for me?” He reached down to rub your dampened clit.

You were about to respond, until he touched you, and your oversensitive nature got the best of your words. You began to talk, and your voice rose up high as he worked his slender fingers on your throbbing clit. “Please! Yes. I’m so close, please…”

You were begging shamelessly, but who wouldn’t? You looked up at him, hoping to catch him when he came. There had been only a collection of a few times where you hadn’t been in the midst of self-indulgence to witness him come. So, why not try today.

His eyes were still shut tight, keeping himself from coming before you. His hand moved so fast on your clit it blurred in your line of sight. His hips crashed into yours, sending ripples and waves in your thighs and tits each second he pushed himself back into you. He was sweating from giving all he had, so his hair became wavy as it stuck to his forehead in the crook of your neck where it stayed. You wanted him to get there so badly, he fucked like a real man.

“Uh, fuck!” He grunted out, louder than all times before. Your eyes widened in surprise, leaving them open to catch every second of what was to come.

His hips faltered, but his hand didn’t. His mouth opened, and you knew he couldn’t help any of it. His stomach twitched on and off, and each time it twitched you felt his cock do the same. The warm strings of cum you felt hit your walls, and the sight of him letting himself go inside of you was enough to make you lose it.

Shaking uncontrollably, your body shook his from his own pleasure. He watched you. Your head involuntarily threw back, mouth open to let out a ringing moan. The melody flowed through his ears, causing him to shake and let out one last grunt and bit of his arousal. Your hands flew out to grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Your cunt feels so good around me, I came so hard, you made me.” He smirked, helping you out.

“Tae..”

His hand was still on your clit so he rubbed it softly, letting your ride it out.

You shook for a few more seconds, and then your body felt weak. You didn’t know how he hadn’t collapsed on you yet. So, you forced him to.

You pulled him down next to you, and laid right on top of him, just as you did earlier.

“Well, we’re back here again, huh?”

“Sure. I mean, we’re both sweaty this time. I can feel your sweat on my tits, tae.”

“I can feel your sweat and your tits, so I’m half winning.” He teased, still a little out of breath.

You flicked his collar bone and pinched the skin, hoping it made him hurt just a little bit.

“Well, I get you. So I’m always gonna win.” You stated triumphantly.

“You got me there.” He laughed, and you pinched his collar bone again.

You watched him laugh, and felt compelled to ask him something. It was out of the blue, sure, but you couldn’t go without asking him. “Hey,” you started. “Yes?” He said, still smiling that smile of his. Only his. “did you.. could we actually..” you didn’t know how to properly ask the question. He looked puzzled for a moment, trying to understand. “Would you really, go anywhere in the world with me?” You asked. You didn’t know why you asked though, it wasn’t a statement that hurt you, or worried you. It just.. you thought you should. “Anywhere and everywhere.” He assured, stroking your hair.

“Lets do it.” You said fast. Faster than you would have liked your brain to have let it out. “You want to?” He asked. “If I’m with you, then nothing sounds better than exploring the world.” You decided. You didn’t even think about this, you just knew how you felt. You knew what you thought. It was the truth.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll be in the world, around the world, apart of it.”

The way he stated it was a very dramatic, loud and theatrical one. But then he quieted. Looking you in the eyes. You felt you should do the same.

“A world with you in it, is a world of beauty. And I’d be more than willing to go throughout it.”

You pinched him, for the third time. What a sappy little shit.

“Oh stop it, you like me when I’m romantic.”

whiskey is a polyglot

in an ironic twist, whiskey (who barely speaks in the comics) is actually a language lover and knows like 6 or 7 languages alright let’s get into this

  • so first things first my guy whiskey is uruguayan and natively speaks both rioplatense spanish and brazilian portuguese
  • he learned english next after he moved to the US when he was young af, like 3 years old. he learned it young enough that he has only a really weak accent. if he’s careful he can speak english completely without an accent
  • his parents noticed he picked up english like really easily? like more easily than normal. so they put him in french classes in middle school
  • he was fluent in french within 2 years bc he loved it and he was always doing extra practice outside of school. turns out the boy just has a strong natural talent for language acquisition. his foreign accent in french is a little more pronounced than his accent in english but it’s still not even remotely strong
  • he moved on and tried learning 2 languages at once so he spent the first couple years of high school working on italian and russian. italian was easy for him because it’s so similar sounding to spanish and also related to french, he doesnt even have an accent in italian and he has great command of it. russian was more of a challenge and his accent is stronger because the phonology is just vastly different, but he’s fluent and a native russian speaker could understand him just fine
  • when he comes to samwell he is in the middle of learning ASL and greek. he’s got a decent grasp of both so far but isn’t fluent yet, although he works hard at it.
  • whiskey forms his strongest bonds and talks the most with people he shares a language other than english with. he’s surrounded by mostly monolingual english speakers all the time, so being able to speak one of his other languages makes him super happy!!!!!!!
  • he really does love his teammates but most of them only speak english so he just doesn’t talk with them as much at first 
  • a couple of the lax bros speak spanish and one of them is even argentinian (and thus speaks the same rioplatense dialect as whiskey) which is why whiskey hangs out there so much
  • whiskey doesnt rlly like the lax bros. but theyre the only people hes found on campus so far that speak spanish and he wont let his native language go unused 
  • his friendship bond with tango is bc they both speak french!! tango is so busy asking questions at the beginning of the year that he forgets to say much about himself but as soon as whiskey finds out he speaks french theres a !!!! moment and soon theyre both chatting it up in french all the time. theyre like instant bffs 
  • tango is equally #thrilled that he has someone to use his french with bc like. bitty is USELESS with that shit (though not for his boyfriend’s lack of trying, rip jack)
  • he makes other friends this way too! the italian exchange student he met in the dining hall, the portuguese guy his RA introduced him to, the greek girl from his math class. he also signs with the hard-of-hearing girl on his dorm floor.
  • in fact by the end of his first semester he has at least one person on campus that he can speak with in each of his languages, except russian
  • right after winter break, after bitty tells everyone that he’s dating jack, the whole team goes down to providence for a falcs game and jack introduces them to his teammates and basically tater and whiskey hit it off and spend the next like, 4 hours straight talking to each other in russian
  • they still text daily in russian
  • (he doesnt tell ransom about it cause he doesnt want to Die)
  • sometimes bitty gets texts from tater in russian and tater’ll be like “sorry b!!! meant 2 send 2 whiskey ))) 🥃 🥃 ”
  • that reminds me, in comic 3.4 when whiskey talked to jack in the locker room after samwell’s home opener, he spoke french to him. jack was… unsure what to do?? but it was cool and tango got his signed jersey and all is good
  • bonus fact: one time jack throws a (rare) postgame party at his apartment after a falcs/aces game. kent parson, whose command of french is very very limited cause he only knows what he picked up in the Q, is there. whiskey overhears kent attempt to say something in french and fail miserably and whiskey chirps him masterfully in (much, much better) french. jack leaned down and whispered a translation to bitty who proceeded to give whiskey a high five

anonymous asked:

so i really wanna start writing this nessian long fic but i'm so afraid bc there's so many talented writers in this fandom like you and i just don't know if anyone will like it or even read it idek any advice for people like me who are hesitant to start writing fic for this fandom (or any fandom really)??

Okay okay okay (I suck at advice but I will try okay okay trying:) 

So first things first if you have a thing inside your head that you want to write write it. Get it out of your head. It is doing you no good in there (well okay it kinda is because story ideas are fun to sit and imagine and that’s nice) but it’s even better putting it down on paper!!! Set the idea freeee. Seriously. If you have that itch to write give in to it. It’s a rare enough thing that it should be cherished and indulged in when it deigns to appear. In short: JUST WRITE THE THING!!!! 

The second part of that is posting the thing. Which you do not have to do. You can just write things for you, you know? In fact I think that’s the better way (and it’s Hard, dude, I know it is, because sometimes you’re just like….could ppl pls shower me with love it makes me want to keep writing (one nice comment will power my scribbling for days I know how it goes)) but these ideas are yours and you should own them and enjoy them just for you. Just because it feels good to have written this thing and put your ideas out there whether other people respond to them or not. 

Posting fic is scary af I still don’t like it (I scuttle off to bed…pretty much as soon as I’ve posted whatever it is I’m posting I GET IT DUDE) but it’s also a lot of fun? Most of the awesome people I’ve met through fandom I’ve met through fic too; it gets people talking and that’s good. This fandom is actually pretty responsive towards fic in that…I think a solid 70-80% of them actually read it/go looking for it/interact with it in some way and that’s really cool? So if this is your starting point it’s good!!! 

Also okay, I’m blatantly ripping this off from some post or other I have seen floating around this website but it’s like. Fic authors and fic readers see their fic in very different ways. Fic authors look at their fic and then they look at someone else’s fic and they do this: :( because that person’s writing is so much better than mine, their fics are so much better, I will never be as good as them I should just not even try. Fic readers look at other people’s fic and they go: :O Fic readers look at your fic and they go: :O Fic readers look at fics and are like omg a giant juicy chocolate cake and a glorious cheesecake. Different cake is still cake and all cake is good (the original post explained this so much better than me I’m just like…pointing that out in case it needed to be said) 

The point is that no fic reader in the universe reads one fic and really likes it then goes and reads another fic and likes it a little bit better and then right, well, that last one was obviously garbage. I’m not bothering with them anymore what’s the point. I have found it. This is the one. This is the ultimate fic. We have found The One And Only fic author in this fandom we are ever going to read we don’t need any others, we don’t want any other fic ever because we have this one and it is perfect and what is the point of any of the other ones? Fic readers are like omg someone has written a fic of my otp! Omg someone else has written a fic of my otp! omg they’re both amazing I’m going to read them both 16 times and drown in them. 

Fandom isn’t a competition, producing fanworks isn’t a competition either (listen I am aware this shit is difficult to actually take in okay I’M AWARE BELIEVE ME)  But I think if you love something enough that you have all these ideas for it and you want to write them you should write them. and then if you want to post them and share them with people you should do that too? 

I mean…Maybe you will post it and…maybe no-one will read it or like but….I mean atm you just don’t know? At the moment no-one can read it or like it or love it because it hasn’t been written yet?? So I can’t tell you that people will love it but I can tell you that no-one will while it’s stuck inside your head, you know? 

But, I don’t know, I suppose, if you can drag anything out of this quagmire of wiffle it’s that…If you care about something enough that you want to write it you should do that. At least try. Stick your pen on a piece of paper and see what happens. Maybe it goes nowhere and you can’t get through it. Maybe you write 10k in a night and fall in love. But just sort of hovering here in limbo all that’s going to happen is eventually that idea will fade away and maybe one day you’ll be sad that you didn’t just…try to see what might come of it? 

TL;DR: Write the thing. You have enough of a passion to want to write, don’t ignore that. Post the thing if you feel able to once you’ve written the thing. What’s the worst thing that can happen if you try?? 

Alys wanted thoroughly interrogated Eggsy, where Eggsy stood his ground and didn’t let anything slip.

I kind of imagine him and Harry having had an argument before he was abducted. Harry giving him a dressing down on all of the ways he was being a poor agent/had messed up a recent mission and the thought for Harry that that’s the last thing he said to Eggsy.

It’s eating him

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Happy birthday, Logan

Prompt: “You’re actually a man child”
Pairing: (my pick) Logince!!!
Requested by: @killerfangirl3
Tagging: @velocifoxy
AAAAH OK SO this is one of s e v e r a l prompts I got tonight, and while it was gonna be short and include multiple prompts, I CANT HELP MYSELF so hopefully you like fluff. Because that’s all this is. It’s just. Really a lot of fluff. Princey is too fun to write. Btw it’s p late when I finished this, so please forgive any typos/grammatical errors… please take this away I’m so tired. (May have been inspired my Thomas’s actual birthday coming up 🎉)

Triggers:
All I can think of is that someone gets tackled to the ground, theres consent talk (always ask, kids. Princey just forgets people can’t read his mind), they kinda argue a little mid kiss, and they… might makeout a little. (Spoiler: they definitely makeout a little).


Logics birthday was going to be perfect. Not that he cared. Logic thought it was silly to pick separate birthdays from Thomas, just to celebrate themselves, but Roman considered himself very convincing. So, if logic wouldn’t do it himself, he’d just do it for him! Easier said than done, however.

Roman ran a hand through his hair, which was a lost cause at this point, sending down a shower of cheap craft glitter. Parties where his thing! He loved them. The attention, the excitement, everything! Unfortunately, planning… wasn’t.

So here he was, midnight, the night before the party, with tape stuck to his everything, in a hell of his own creation, surrounded of a nest of craft supplies and ripped paper, trying to figure out how to wrap things so perfectly like he sees everyone else do. It works in his head, he just… the black and white chalkboard themed wrapping paper ripped. Again.

He threw his head back in frustration.
“UGH, You’re actually such a man-child, Roman, what is wrong wi-”

“I don’t think you’re a man-child.”

Roman fell backwards onto a pile of tissue paper. Leaning on the door frame, looking at him over his glasses with his ‘teacher with an idiot student’ face, was Logan. Princey glared at him from the floor.
“You shouldn’t scare a man with scissor, Logic. You should know that… how long have you been standing there?”
Logic shoved off from the door frame and walked towards him, keeping his arms folded.

“A while. Did you know you talk to yourself in spanish sometimes?” Roman nearly forgot what he was doing, watching logic try to keep his mouth from smiling. When he remembered, he fell dramatically back onto the pile of half wrapped books. (Ow, part of him said. Worth it, said the rest of him.)
He pointed the scissors in his hand at Logan like a sword, though it was somewhat diminished by the fact that they were kiddy scissors.
“Stay back!”
Logic snorted, trying to see around him to what he was covering. “There’s no reason to hide them. If you wanted to throw a party, you should have just said so, here, let me help-” “No!”
Princey jumped up, tackling logic to the ground. All he could think about was 'this birthday has to be perfect he works so hard and wow our faces are close now hang on w h a t’
“…Okay.” Logic said slowly from the floor.
“I have… several questions.” In his excitement, Roman had actually pinned logic to the ground, his hands braced on either side of his head. He froze. 'This is it. The most. Unsuave moment of my life.’
Logic adjusted his glasses.
“First of which. Is that glitter in your hair?” Princy felt his cheeks heat up even further. “…yes.” His voice cracked a little. … ok maybe more than a little.
“That’s going to be hell to get out. Alright… now, why exactly… do you have glitter in your hair at midnight?” Roman sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “…Because it’s your birthday tomorrow.” Logan furrowed his brow. “I do not have a birthday.” Roman sat up, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
“I KNOW! You don’t have one! You don’t care about birthdays! You don’t care about picking on movie night, you don’t care about telling us what your favorite food is, you just eat, and sleep, and work without asking us for anything! It’s like we aren’t allowed to care!” He let his hands drop to logics chest, trying to keep tears out of his eyes.
“I just. I wanted to do something. For once. To say that I see how hard you work. It was foolish of me I- I apologi-”
Logan moved remarkably fast for someone with a grown man sitting on his stomach.
He sat up and grabbed Roman by the collar in one move, pulling him close, so close that he could feel tears on logics face too and they were almost touching and WHY wasn’t he DOING ANYTHING- “… Roman?”
He had his eyes shut tight. He might have been holding his breath. “Yes what?” “Can I kiss you?”
His eyes snapped open. “What!?” “I sai-” “no I heard you, I’m just confused why exactly you would ask such an idiotic question!” Logan pulled away slightly, or as much as he could in the situation, looking away and readjusting his necktie.
“I should have read the situation better, my apolog-” “IM SITTING ON YOUR LAP CRYING ABOUT HOW MUCH I CARE FOR YOU, WOULD YOU JUST KISS ME ALREADY?”
Roman felt ridiculous. He had his arms folded like a three year old and tears running down his face, but Logan still leaned in, smiling like he was the sun, ghosting a thumb over romans cheek. “Consent is important.” “I know….” princes didn’t pout. But Roman didn’t care about being princely at that exact moment. “Do you forgive me?” He huffed. “I’ll forgive you when you stop running yourself into the gro-”

logic pressed his lips to his, gently, hands pressing lightly at the small of his back. When Roman threaded his hands in his hair by the back of his neck, pulling him closer, he sighed, and began to kiss in earnest.
Roman, growing less upset by the minute, still mumbled between kisses.
“Ok well- I don’t think- this is- a reliable debate tactic-” Logan hummed, moving to pepper kisses to Romans jawline.
“A-and you really ruined the- the surprise. I was so looking forward to- you are being very distracting!” Logan grinned up at him sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. Did you still want to wrap the presents?” Roman sighed.
“I… not that I’m not enjoying this but… kind of. I know it ruins the surprise, but I… wouldn’t mind some help.” He put his hands up defensively “I know it doesn’t make sense, I just. I really wanted this to be nice. For you. Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m doing something amazing! I’m just. Doing normal people things. Like being bad a wrapping presents.”
Logic picked up one of his hands, and brushed his lips to the back of his knuckles, like in a romance novel. “You are being amazing, Roman. You always are… wait. is there- is there tape stuck to your hand-” “THIS IS NOT MY AREA OF EXPERTISE, LOGAN!”

The few short hours before sunrise were spent attempting to wrap the every book neatly, although most of it ended up with logic flipping through them, enthusiastically spouting out facts while Roman leaned on his side, filing away all the exited looks on his face, and occasional kissing. They only got through about half by morning, and morality woke up to them lying in a tornado of tissue paper and tape, Logan with a book on his face, and Roman curled up besides him, tucked under one arm. He smiled at the two over his coffee cup while anxiety took as many photos as he possibly could.
“Happy birthday, Logan.”

anonymous asked:

top 5 yuya moments in arc v. whatever you consider a 'yuya' moment.

hoooo boy ho boyyyyy this is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do i think ugh like i love this entire show? so how do i choose just five???? uggggghhhh but here goes

note: so this list turned out to be top Yuya moments in his duels. I wouldn’t say his Top Duels. That would be some other list. also I wanted this list to be about true Yuya, not him being in berserk mode or possessed, so I avoided that. These are some of my faves, but not all. But even if I ever make another list or modify this one, I know for certain #1 stays #1 so…

5. ep 61 - His duel against Enjoy Chojiro. I feel like this is a moment that gets forgotten for some reason but it’s the exact kind of thing that Yuya lives for? His stubborn attitude and faith in himself and in his Entertainment dueling actually put a smile back on Chojiro’s face and basically ended up giving the guy his life back. Like. c’mon. It may not have been a significant duel but it’s a perfect display of what he’s capable as an Entertainment duelist.

4. ep 122 -  Oh shit. A controversial choice for this list maybe? Since apparently not a lot of people liked the BB arc (tho I actually enjoyed it wow). But anyway, I like this one because basically, despite all the messed up shit BB put them through, Yuya actually finds a way to relate to his enemy and in doing so finds a way to communicate his intentions to him in a way that his enemy can understand. The fact that he’s able to pull off such a nice Entame in such a bleak looking duel too… I really love that. It’s a light of hope in an atmosphere that has lost all of it. *cries* I really loved it.

3. ep 79 - His duel vs Shinji. I mean.

He’s not exactly trying to entertain anyone in this one but that doesn’t stop him from a) surprising the crowd and his opponent and b) teaching everyone a lesson in having a little more faith even in dire situations. Plus I just love that he made Shinji and everyone who called Tuning Magician “useless” eat their own words. Also, Enlightenment Paladin is really fucking rad. And it’s hist first Synchro Summon and he does it pretty much all on his own aaaaa.

Oh right. He also made Jack Atlas smile for the first time. So there’s that too.

2. eps 50/51 - Okay there are so many reasons why I love this moment. First off, the duel was fucking amazing. Like… the duel itself had a plot twist at the end, even after all those close calls Reiji seemed to have had and all those seemingly perfect moves Yuya was pulling. Secondly, the fruitshipping evidence in this is unreal. But lastly, why I’m placing it on this list as one of my favorite moments for Yuya… is because of his conviction.

Not to mention… the foreshadowing.

Just… throughout the show, it seems like he was getting none of this done. He didn’t get Yuzu back or keep his promise to Yuto to make everyone smile until the very end. And the desperation in his eyes and in his voice to not want to lose and to win on top of the irony that he doesn’t want to win to please anyone through violence… it’s just… sadly magnificent knowing what happens later on in the story and who he truly is (Zarc).

Reiji pushes him to the opposite of his entertainment persona, which later on we see develop in a much grander light, but this is basically the point we see clearly how flawed Yuya is and the fact that his character goes through a deconstruction throughout the entire story is honestly so good in a VERY refreshing way. Any other show would usually have the protagonist fulfilling his convictions at a much earlier point with lighter consequences in order to validate his feelings here but I’m glad they didn’t do that with Yuya.

I know my explanation for why I love this moment of his might seem odd but like… he’s far from a perfect protagonist and I absolutely love that so much about him.

1. My absolute favorite moment of his is episodes 31/32 aka his duel vs Shingo during MCS.

This is, of course, the very definition of what an Entertainment Duel is. Everything about it is true entertainment. But there’s a big difference in this duel than all other Entertainment duels Yuya participated in, I think. And that’s

… his own. True. Genuine. Smile.

Born out of his own excitement for the duel. For himself. Not for the crowd. Not for any of his friends.

For himself.

I know very well that it’s not true that to make others smile, you have to smile yourself first… but honestly, happiness translates so much better when you yourself truly are happy. It’s just so much easier to make others happy that way.

For that reason I LOVE this moment to death. This is why, imo, this was the best Entertainment duel he pulled off in the show. He wasn’t dueling to win or to win over the crowd (explicitly, at least). He was mainly dueling to push himself and to have fun with it, and the crowd’s excitement later arising from seeing him like that is incredibly realistic.

I can say so because… well, I was basically a part of that cheering crowd.

I loved all his duels up to this point but damn this one in particular… I was like… Entertainment Dueling. Is. Real.

Yeah believe it or not, I was still not convinced until this duel. My gods. What a life changer.

I love Yuya Sakaki.

anonymous asked:

Prompt where Lyanna and Elia raise their three children together because Rhaegar has disappeared and he shows up again during a Stark/Martell family reunion to find both his ex-lovers are together?

(hi anon for the part where I’m filling old prompts that y’all thought I forgot: have fun)

It’s probably very cliché that it starts when they literally crash into each other at the supermarket.

Or better: Elia’s cart crashes against Lyanna’s while she’s distracted because her eldest daughter is running off towards the sweets counter, and Lyanna is just glad she had her own kid on her back and not in the front.

“Sorry,” Elia tells her, “you know how it is with -” she says, and then she never finishes the sentence.

Lyanna imagines why - finding yourself in front of the woman your ex-husband had a fling with, who caused your split and who also has a kid from that same ex who has also conveniently vanished into thin air before he was born is probably not what Elia had in mind for today.

“Er,” Lyanna says, “no problem. I know.”

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your arms around me, and i’m home

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 2,034
prompt: “day six: hugging - just let the kids hug gosh dang it”
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017
summary: because home isn’t always four walls and a roof, sometimes it’s two arms that keep you warm and a heart that loves you. 
notes: this has been a scene that has been stuck in my head for literal months now and i finally sat down and wrote it and honestly?? i’m so pleased with the results. this actually takes place in my sign of the times fic universe, during riley and lucas’ senior year of college, so it’s almost a preview of the future of sorts, but oh well. this is very fluffy and heartwarming and i’m really proud of it. please enjoy! 

“Hey, what did your mom want?”

Lucas didn’t respond right away, and Riley looked up from the cereal she had been eating. She smiled when she saw Lucas standing in the doorway, a nervous look on his face. They had been woken up that morning by Lucas’ phone ringing, his mom telling him that he needed to get over there. She hadn’t offered much of an explanation, but Riley had still been half asleep when Lucas slipped out the door.

Truthfully, she still wasn’t fully awake as he was coming back through the front door twenty minutes later.

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anonymous asked:

How about Frederick taking care of a sick, bed ridden, robin who keeps sneaking off to do work even though she is seriously ill. (Thinking along the lines of the drawing you drew a couple weeks a ago)

[Well a couple weeks ago turned into like five months ago WHOOPS but here’s the image OP is talking about :”D I’ve been wanting to do this for ages!]

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Frederick only left for a few moments. Thirty seconds, tops; he knew that he needed to be quick if he wanted to keep you from escaping.

You had fallen ill, and Libra confined you to bed instead of allowing you to be productive. You were to rest until your fever broke and you could make it through a full night of sleep.

Frederick’s mission was to make sure that was what you did. Because instead, you decided to ignore the doctor’s orders and fought tooth and nail to get out of bed.

It had become a tiring game of cat and mouse, one Frederick was becoming frustrated with. So he sprinted from the bedroom to the kitchen, emptied the bucket of water to replace it, and sprinted back. He wasn’t sure if he was surprised, impressed or neither when you snuck out that fast.

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