tokens of my affection

  • Zoro: Law, what the hell would radioactive mineral be doing way out here?
  • Law: Luffy-ya wears a Vulcaya amulet which I presented to him as a token of my affection and respect.
  • Zoro: You gave your boyfriend radioactive jewelry?
  • Law: The emission is harmless but it’s unique signature makes it very easy to identify.
  • Zoro: So you gave your boyfriend a tracking device?
  • Straw Hat Pirates:
  • Heart Pirates:
  • Law: That was not my intention but to be fair it’s Luffy-ya so it’s not like it wouldn’t become useful eventually.
  • Everyone: …True.

Hosted a Valentines meetup today, I had a great time. It was a role play type meetup. We all won Mr. Yan’s initial modelling contest but had to compete in a second round for his affection with a valentine. Winner received a token of affection. There were some really great (inappropriate) valentines. :)

My Coord:
Dress and head bow: Angelic Pretty Jewel Marine
Wig and shoes: Bodyline
Hair accessories: Handmade
Wristcuffs blouse and socks: unknown(gifts)

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You Know Better - Part 25 - Normalcy

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Story Description: Peter and the reader develop a slow relationship.

Part Description: You start to question how to act around Peter and the pack now. 

Warnings/Labels: None

Approx. Word Count: 1,900

A/N: Accept this part as a token of my affection and an apology for disappearing. You’ll find out why I poofed away very soon!

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happy queer miraculous month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  🌈 ❤️ have some adrino as suggested by @zoenightstars

and i couldnt help myself so here’s some context in the form of a drabble

Adrien swallowed and thrust the bouquet to Nino nervously.

“Here,” he said, voice quavering.

Nino looked down, and then up at Adrien. Then back down to the bouquet. And then back to Adrien, this time searching his eyes.

“Why….” he began, and then trailed off, looking back down at the bouquet. “I’m no flower expert, man. Do you want me to OK it to, like, give to Marinette, or…?”

“N- no!” Adrien stammered. “I want you… to have it. Like… for you. To put in a vase and remember me when you look at it.”

Nino snorted. “I remember you anyways. You’re kind of a supermodel.”

“It’s a token of my affection,” Adrien protested. “Will you just take them?”

“I… I dunno what to say, man. Why do I merit flowers…? From the prettiest boy in Paris, no less?”

“Ha,” Adrien laughed, “that title’s already taken by you.”

Nino opened his mouth, but came up empty. Red was spreading across his cheeks. 

“I was wondering if… if you wanted to be my boyfriend?” Adrien suggested, also blushing. “Like… go on dates, and kiss each other?”

“Hell yes,” Nino started, and then cleared his throat. “I mean… yeah, I would really like that.” He took the bouquet and smelled the flowers. “But I think I already knew what a ‘boyfriend’ was. You didn’t need to define it for me.”

“I don’t know, I-”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“What?”

“Do you want to kiss me,” Nino repeated. “You said we could go on dates and kiss each other. Do you really want to kiss me?”

“I mean, yeah. I do.” He ducked his head and looked up at Nino, his green eyes large. “If, you know, you’re okay with-

“Don’t pull that innocence shit on me, just kiss me.”

“I- okay,” Adrien began, before he was silenced by a kiss that was a million times sweeter than the fragrance of the flowers.

14 Days- Part Eight

(Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1400

Summary: The reader’s best friend, Wanda, goes on a two week mission and leaves a list of things to do for the reader. Task 10.

Warnings: none

A/N: I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER. Please take this as a token of my affection & apologies. luv you all. <3

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Gladnis vs Ravnis

“Trying To Court Ignis” Edition on:


  • Flirting

Ravus: With my respect, Ignis, I want you to know that tonight I counted the stars again, and I found one was missing. I see it has fallen from the night skies and has been reborn green-eyed and brown-haired. Apologies for the intrusion, but could you let me admire you for a moment? Never before had I seen a star from this distance.

Gladio: Yo, Iggy, there’s something on your butt. It’s my eyes.

  • Surprise gift

Ravus: Ah, hello, Ignis. I don’t mean to be too direct, but I have seen this flower on my way here, and I couldn’t resist thinking about you. Please, accept it as a token of my affection for you.

Gladio: Look at this AWESOME snail sculpture I saw at the flea market, Astrals, it’s so dumb, ahaha, keep it!

  • Gifting a plush toy

Ravus: I know you’re not much of a plush toy person, Scientia, but I won this at the carnival, and I immediately thought of you. The white fox is a great symbol of yours: it’s mysterious, it’s very sly, very agile, smarter than it seems, and also graceful, elegant, formal and beautiful. Rare and valuable. Please do honor me by accepting it.

Gladio: I saw this plushie on sale the other day and it made me laugh, so I thought it could help you laugh too, look at it- ahahaha, it’s so dumb, poor giraffe can’t keep the head up, it’s so awkward. Keep it in your office, you’re gonna laugh all through the work day.

  • Nicknaming

Ravus: As you desire, my heart and soul.

Gladio: You, hunk of man meat.

  • Poetry

Ravus: Constellations on my gaze, stars shining up above, none can compare to your grace, or your eyes that I love.

Gladio: Roses are red, violets are blue, there’s space in this bed for two.

  • Serenade/Singing

Ravus:  C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie…Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie….     ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ 

Gladio: I love you baaaby, and if it’s quite alriiight, I need you baaaaby, to warm the lonely nights, I love you baby, trust in me when I saaaay…OOOH PREEEETTTYYY BAAABBBBYYYY-

  • “What can you offer to my son, materially speaking?”

Ravus: Tenebrae and its landscapes and wealth.

Gladio: I have this awesome Cup Noodle Ninja Warrior statue I made myself. 

  • Choosing first date place

Ravus: I adore the simplicity of these gardens.  I wanted you to meet the real me, the simple human being, not the prince. What a best way than by this, surrounded of nature, where every flower is who it is, and not who it is expected to be, under the gentle moonlight, and silence for us to appreciate.

Gladio: No, you hit with A and shield with B. It’s not so hard. Don’t tell me you’ve never played Street Fighter before, omg Iggy, that’s a sin- Jared! Could you please refill Iggy’s mug? Thank you, buddy. Okay, Iggy, now concentrate, you only have to- that’s the pause button, Iggy.

  • Dancing

Ravus: I am amazed of your dancing skills. You waltz like a prince. You waltz like a king. Apologies, Ignis, but I can’t stop moving. Your feet have hypnotized mine. Would you honor me with yet another piece, allowing me to take the lead this time?

Gladio: And I call this one “Muscle-Cramped Garula”. Yeah, LOUDER, DJ!

  • First kiss

Ravus: *holds his hand* *bows* *kisses his knuckles*

Gladio: *kisses his eye without warning or previous permission*

  • Finally asking out

Ravus: Dear Ignis, I cannot hold my feelings in for any longer. I will accept any answer you give me and I will respect it. I wish for you to give me the opportunity to show you how much I care for you, and how deep in my heart I desire to hold your hand one day. Ignis Scientia, would you go out with me?

Gladio: *freezes* *stutters* *freezes again* *blushes* *throws the bouquet to his face* IGNIS PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME.



So far there has not been a winner.

Ignis is still confused.

Blind Dates - Taeyong

Sorry, this took me so long to post and that I have been gone for the last three days. My german teacher has been at me about the exchange I’m going on so I had to do extra work so I’m very sorrryyy. Pray for me I have to make a new friend in german so this will be harddd. Hope you enjoy this have a good day - Em x

Request: Can you do a scenario your friends set up a blind date for you and it turns out your brother’s best friend Taeyong? Thank you

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1562

“Yeah, but y/n,” your friend said to you practically pleading you at this point. “You haven’t been on a date in months and months,”. You still shook your head.

 “And I don’t want to go on a date especially when I don’t know who it is and you won’t even show me a picture. What if he murders me?!” You pointed out picking up your bag and standing up from the bench you had been sitting on.

 “I promise he is not a murderer,” Your friend replied. She had the cheekiest grin on her face. “I also promise he is super nice and most of all super-hot. You will love him y/n,” She insisted.

 Her phone rang and she picked it up. You used this small time to edge further away from your friend so you could avoid this situation.

 She noticed you backing off and rolled her eyes moving the phone away from her face for a second.

 “I already told him you would meet him today!” She shouted to you. Damn, you sighed. She knew this meant you would show up. You weren’t mean enough to stand someone up. You were sure they were probably very nice; your best friend wouldn’t set you up with a psycho.

 Well at least you hoped she wouldn’t.

 The only real reason you were opposed to going on a date was because of this guy you had had a crush on for as long as you could remember. He was only a few years older than you but he was your brother’s best friend so he probably only sees you as a little sister.

 There was no way you and Taeyong would ever happen. You decided to put your feelings aside and meet this new person.

 You quickly went home to change and do your hair a bit better. Usually, your brother and Taeyong hung out on Tuesdays so you were surprised to see your brother eating Tuesday pizza by himself.

 “Hey Doyoung,” You said to him brightly placing your keys down on the windowsill by your door. “No Taeyong today?” You asked him, leaning through the kitchen door before you went upstairs.

 “Nah, he stood me up for some date he is going on. I’m not sure what happened to bros coming first.” Doyoung said.

 “Don’t be mad because Taeyong has a date and you don’t Doyoung.” You teased him.

 “I do have dates!” He protested, “Just not on Tuesday. That’s our day. He said he really liked this girl and had waited for ages to get a date with her so I will let it slide.”

 You knew you had decided to let Taeyong go but your heart still sunk just a bit when you heard how much Taeyong really liked this other girl. But you kept the smile on your face.

 “Well I would love to stay and chat but I have a date of my own in half an hour so I gotta go change real quick.” You laughed running up the stairs.

“You’re both traitors!” Doyoung wailed. His antics almost made you forget about Taeyong.

 You brushed your hair out and put on your favourite top and jeans before grabbing your phone and sprinting back down the stairs.

“Bye lonely brother!” You called to Doyoung before running out of the door grabbing your keys from the windowsill.

 The address of the café your best friend had texted you was only a minute walk from your house which was lucky. Any further and you would have been late. You walked into the familiar café and the little bell tingled.

 You, Doyoung and Taeyong would come here together as kids and the lady who owned it was practically family.

 She smiled as you walked in. There were only a few school kids and an old couple. You couldn’t see anyone your age anywhere. You made your way to the counter to speak to the lady who owned the shop.

 “Ah, I could have known you were the girl he was having the date with.” She said smiling. You were confused.

 “He just left something in his car and he will be back in one minute.” She said. “But he already got this for you,” It was your favourite smoothies from the café. Your friend must have told him it was your favourite.

 You thanked the little old lady and sat down at the only table with a coat left at it and no person. The coat looked familiar but then you thought lots of guys must have coats like that.

 You waited to minutes before pulling your phone out and checking your texts. You didn’t even notice the guy come back and sit down in front of you until he cleared his throat.

“Um hey y/n,” He said. You looked up and almost choked on your drink.

“Your Taeyong.” You said to him with disbelief.

“Last time I checked yes,” he chuckled slightly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked incredulously. “Doyoung said you were on some special date you had been waiting for ages for.”

Taeyong’s cheeks were tinged slightly with red as he looked at you and smiled.

“Well um… this is that date. I would have asked you myself but I was scared you would think of me like a brother and umm…” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“What,” is all you managed to say.

Taeyong looked down at the table and then back up at you again, swallowing before he spoke.

“You see y/n, we have known each other for a really long time yeah, but every time I see you it’s like the first time. I always liked you even when we were little kids and we pretended to get married in the playhouse in your back garden and Doyoung got really mad and I said he wasn’t allowed to shout at my wife,”

You smiled thinking back, that was a great day.

“We were only six but you said that when we were older we should be together for real. I know it faded away because when we were twelve Doyoung and I, were mean to you but I was just trying to get your attention. I have always liked you but I could never say it. We always say I love you to each other but I feel like it’s the same way you love Doyoung. But I love you in a different kind of way y/n. A way that makes me feel like I’m flying whenever you laugh or you smile. If you don’t like me back I understand and I hope we can still be good friends in time. I have been asking y/b/f/ for ages to set up this date because I had to say it. I love you.”

You stared at him not really processing his words. Taeyong blushed even harder.

“Um…can you say something? Or make even a sound to show me you’re not dying or something?” Taeyong asked looking slightly worried. You blinked a few times before realising reality. Pull yourself together y/n.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to meet you today,” His face fell. “Nonono! Not in a bad way. In fact, the only reason I was putting off meeting the person today was because I liked you. When Doyoung said, you were going out on a date with some girl you really liked I felt like someone stabbed me in the heart.”

“You so dramatic,” Taeyong joked smiling now.

“I’m trying to make this cute.” You said glaring at him.

“Everything you say is cute,” Taeyong winked.

“Just because you are better at romantic confessions than me doesn’t mean you need to show off.”

“I don’t need a romantic confession I just need to hear you say three words y/n. That will make my day far more than anything else you could ever say.” He replied.

“Fine,” you grinned. “I love… this smoothie. Its great you should try it Tae.” He frowned and crossed his arms, pouting.

He looked too cute for you to mess with him anymore.

“Ahh don’t be like that. I love you Taeyong.”

Taeyong stood up and walked around to kneel next to you. He pulled out a bracelet made of beads. It was the one you had made together when you were six. It said T ♡ /_/.

“You kept that for so many years,” You asked happily tears almost appearing in your eyes.

“Of course. It was a token of affection made by me and my love. So I kept it to give to my love when I asked her this.”

“y/n will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

You nodded as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, hugging you.

He pulled back and slipped the bracelet onto your arm.

“You don’t know how long twelve-year-old me waited for this moment.” HE said to you, eyes shining brightly.

“I could say the same thing,” You said reaching up to brush a strand of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes back. He leant in closer to you and pressed his lips to yours softly.

“And fifteen-year-old me definitely dreamed of this moment many a time,” he joked. You lightly pushed his arm.

“Well, fifteen-year-old Taeyong better be glad he waited until now. Otherwise, fifteen-year-old Doyoung would have had something to say.”

John,

I’ve never celebrated this day.  I’ve always thought it trite and ridiculous.  I still do.  But it’s clearly important to you, and I think you view it as a way to celebrate what you feel for me in a special way, and so I am returning the favour with this letter, with your breakfast in bed, and with these flowers and this small token of my affection.  That is what you are meant to do, yes?  I apologise if the details are wrong.  I’ve never paid this holiday much mind.  But, you must know that the sentiments are deeply and sincerely meant.

You have changed my life for the better, John.  From the very first moment we met, you were like a warm and glorious Spring sun rising on the bleak, wintery landscape of my life.  Your smile.  The small, but trustful gesture of lending me the use of your phone when I was in need.  The fact that you actually did show up the next day, to look at the flat.  I wasn’t sure you would.  I want you to know how thrilled I was to pull up and see you standing there waiting for me.  

And then there you were, meeting me stride-for-stride from that moment on.  I was so very shocked when you flirted with me that first night at Angelo’s, when you were so quickly digging about for my relationship status.  I know you didn’t view it as flirting, but it read that way to me, and I was stunned that you might even consider such a thing.  Most people were instantly put off by me, but not you.  You were a remarkable exception, and your companionship was something I wanted desperately, from the very beginning.  But, I was so afraid of ruining it all, so I shut you down.  

You don’t know how much and how often I have regretted that, especially as it has become clear to me that you have loved me, in your own way, from the beginning, and that if I had, perhaps, acted more favourably in that moment, we might have arrived at where we are now, in much shorter order, and with much less suffering.  Of course then we would not have Watson, and she is quite the tiny wonder, isn’t she?  So, perhaps things have turned out for the best.

And so now, here we are.  Just the two of us (well—three of us), back beneath the same roof.  And you are staying.  Forever.  

Forever.  It’s such a beautiful word.  I know there are no guarantees in life, but I know your heart, and I know when your heart is set and rooted, and when it is not, and this feels real.  This feels like always to me.  You mustn’t doubt my commitment either, John.  There has never been, and never will be anyone else.

Thank you for making me your family.  Thank you for accepting that you are mine.  I find, lately, that I am continually warmed by how right, and how sublime it is to watch one’s best friend become their family.  You are the family I choose, and I will choose you over and over, day after day, for the rest of our lives, in small ways and large, no matter what may come.  You have my word, and you have me—soul, heart, and body.

It is strange to look forward to the days ahead.  I have not felt that in years.  Not since the day I came back to London, and realised that I had grossly miscalculated, and had lost you.  But now—now I wake up every morning, eager to open my eyes, to see you lying next to me, to see how peacefully you sleep under this roof, and in this bed, and eager to see what new joys and adventures the day ahead may hold.

It’s hard to fathom the fact that it is just a little over a month since my birthday.  So much has happened since then, hasn’t it, John?  We are so different.  Still ourselves, of course, but happier, more settled.  I feel safe again.  I feel safe in this, with you, with the life we are building.  And when I say ‘safe’, I don’t mean boring.  You could never be that.  You’re an eternal mystery and adventure, and I am very eager to jump back into a case with you again later in the week.  But, I do feel rooted.  Like finally, for once, I do not have to fear losing you.  It’s nice to feel that.  For a long time I wasn’t sure I ever would.  I wasn’t sure you wanted it, wanted me, and now I know you do, and it is the best feeling in the world.

Well, I have prattled on, haven’t I, and most likely kept you from your breakfast.  So I will kiss you and then let you eat.

I love you .  I love this life we share.  I love our family.

Thank you, John.  Thank you for everything.

Yours always,

Sherlock

My sweet Rey,

I should have known that you’d find some way to slip through my fingers, but I am not particularly discouraged. It can only be a matter of time, especially now that I know you have been relic hunting. I know what he’s after. Supreme Leader wants it too. But which of us will get to it first, I wonder? Perhaps we’ll see each other during the search :)

I enjoyed our duel immensely, yesterday. It was such a pleasure to cross sabers with you again, and this time, without the world falling to pieces around us. It really was just the two of us. There is something intensely intimate about our battles, don’t you think? So physical. So passionate. Focused only on each other, tense, sweaty, locked together in a frantic quest for climactic victory. My heart beats faster, just thinking about it.

I admit, I have been preoccupied by our mid-duel chat, and your allusions to some Force vision(s?) that I apparently featured in. From what little you told me, it sounds rather like a seduction of some kind. To be perfectly honest, I am dying of curiosity, but you apparently did not want to go into detail.  DYING, Rey. But I am too much of a gentleman to ask. Unless you want to tell me. I have no doubt that there is quite a bit of detail to be had, judging by the absolutely adorable blush on your cheeks when you spoke of it.

However, I do take exception to your accusation that I am somehow responsible for the behavior of this vision. Rey, I cannot teleport at will to and from some obscure seaside cave, nor can I control what a dream-version of me does. I assure you, I’d kick his ass for you, if I could! You know I would always defend your honor. But I know how those visions work - it’s only what you take with you. If you’re having seductive visions of me, then it sounds like you have some special feelings you should probably come to terms with…

Since it seems it will be a while yet before I have you at my side, I will resume sending you these small tokens of my affection. I noticed that you sustained a scrape on your left elbow, in yesterday’s commotion.  Enclosed is a little something to hasten your recovery.


Stuck on you like a bacta patch,

Kylo


PS. I would be more than happy to help you explore those special feelings further, should you so wish ;)

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To be continued….
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I’m experiencing a deep infatuation with all the gorgeous lilacs frolicking in my back yard.  As a token of affection to the spell they’ve cast over me, I’ve started a batch of flower and stone infused salt featuring a cheerful obsidian and lots of lilacs of course!

  The salt has a myriad of magickal and culinary uses.  Stay tuned and either later on this week or early next week, I’ll post a nifty instructional on how to make your own :)

Return - Part 9 - Jim Kirk

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Summary: series following the events of loot– takes place during events of star trek beyond. in this chapter, you’re #TeamScotty.

Warnings: language

A/N: not my favorite part in the least but part 10 is a million times better and this part is necessary to the narrative. also, please continue sending me good energy and luck and juju, angels– i need it


Seated on the bridge with your legs crossed at the knee, you watched Leonard pace, Spock stand almost impossibly still, and Jim lean against the captain’s chair. You almost snorted at the thought that he was only leant there to prevent Jaylah from sitting— you wouldn’t put it past him to do that.

“We should go,” Jim stated in his Captain-mode voice, one hand toying with the loaded belt of his trousers and the other at his side.

“We should wait until we’re absolutely sure,” Scotty argued, his red operations uniform now covered by a black leather jacket he’d found on board. His voice was more certain, more pressing than you’d ever heard it.

“No, we have to get the crew back now. Chekov has the coordinates that can lead us to Krall’s base, so we go.”

“With respect, sir, how do we know Krall was at the base when she called him?” Scotty’s accent seemed to grow heavier with each word he uttered. “Even if he was, we don’t know that the crew is even with him.”

“Or if they’re even still alive,” Leonard said, earning a scowl from you and Jim to which he responded with a shrug.

Spock crossed the bridge to step beside Chekov, the grey fabric of the clean, bloodless outfit he wore swishing with each step. He began fiddling with the console. “Mr. Chekov, can you reconfigure the search parameters in order to compensate for this formula?”

Chekov looked down at Spock’s work and hummed. “Aye, Commander. But what is this formula?”

“It is Vokaya, Mr. Chekov. A mineral unique to Vulcan which emits low-level radiation.”

“I will have to filter out all other energy emissions,” Chekov replied, busying himself at the adjacent console so the sound of high-pitched beeps filled the air.

Leonard, just as confused as the rest of you, spoke up to ask, “Spock, what the hell would a Vulcan mineral be doing way out here?”

Jim nodded. “Yeah, where are you going with this?”

Spock turned to face all of you. “Lieutenant Uhura wears a Vokaya amulet which I presented to her as a token of my affection and respect.”

“That blue thing?” you said, narrowing your eyes questioningly at Spock as he nodded.

Leonard frowned. “You gave your girlfriend radioactive jewelry?”

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hi hello!!! i literally live for your angst bc it makes me hurt and i LOVE the pain (pls accept my pain as a token of my affection<333) anyway, i just wanted to request something for the angst drabbles if that's okay??? can you do “It’s ok, everything will be ok” and “Any last words?” with BTS' Jimin pls??? make me cRY!!!!!!! ps. love you and hope you are doing well <333333

“Don’t be fucking stupid,” Jimin spat harshly in your direction. His hands were tied - both literally and figuratively - and panic was rising in his throat as fast as bile. He had never been in such a draining and compromising position in his entire life and his entire being screamed out at him for letting it get like this.

You weren’t faring much better than he was. 

The two of you were both tied to chairs that were secured back to back so you weren’t even able to look at each other. If you both let your heads loll back, you could rest them against each others, but that was the most physical contact you could muster.

“Don’t make this dumbass decision. Let’s talk about it properly first, okay?”

The continuous dripping of the water from the crack in the ceiling was beginning to piss him right off and the shitty light from the pathetic lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling was flickering just enough to make the beginnings of a headache press against his eyes.

“There’s nothing to talk about. This way makes the most sense.”
“No it really does not, shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He insisted through grit teeth. 
“I know more than you think I do, Jimin. Your death would start an outright war. You know the others won’t just sit by calmly when they send you home in a box, Minnie. This is the only way.”
“Bullshit. The others are smarter than that, they won’t risk everything just for me.”

You shook your head, smiling bitterly despite the pain of your sore wrists from the continuous twisting and pulling from on the steel handcuffs encircling your wrists. 

“Give yourself more credit. Your their brother. They would die for you with no hesitation. It’s better that I die here, and you go home to help them slowly plan a way to take these fuckers down.” You said, voice firm and leaving no room for argument. “Understand?”
“No, I don’t,” he protested and you rolled your eyes. “What about you? What about what you mean?”
“Jimin…”

You knew what he was talking about; what he was referencing. The hours and hours spent in each others arms, talking about everything in the world and nothing at all. Whispered conversations and hushed laughter in public, constant passion and physical contact in private. Jimin liked nothing more than phoning you whenever he was alone and singing you to sleep, texting you far too often with too many emojis. He loved trying to distract you down your comms when you were in the field and his lip twitched in poorly hidden anger when your target put their hands on you. He was always the first to jump up and protest angrily when your boss, Namjoon, suggested sending you out alone to bait with the excuse of attracting too much attention.

At this point, you were willing to bet that Namjoon wanted you dead himself to get rid of such a huge liability to one of his best members. 
Jimin never hid his affections for you when surrounded by those he trusted the most, usually only the Inner Circle, but sometimes his passion for you put everybody else in an awkward position.

For example, his unwillingness to let you sacrifice yourself for his life and the lives of everybody else in the gang.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply. He had never said those words before and neither had you, finding that the two of you didn’t have to say it out loud, and it was pathetically tragic to share them with you now as if it would help change your mind.

“That’s exactly why I have to do this, Jimin. You won’t die for me. I won’t allow it.”
“And this is easy for me? You think I want you to die in my place? Y/N, I’ve been doing this fucking gang shit longer than you have. It’s my time to go, I deserve it more than you.”
“Don’t be a twat. I’m doing this and you can’t stop me.”

He opened his mouth and breathed in to argue against you some more, but the door to the dank, dimly lit cell was pulled open and two burly looking men walked in.

One was slightly older than the other, and he had the aura and body of a man who had lived a thrilling life. A scar was drawn down the middle of his face, splitting an eyebrow in half and giving his nose the appearance of an old, gnarled tree trunk. The younger man was entirely silent and standing far too straight and rigid to be comfortable. He was visibly uncomfortable in the room and you couldn’t bring yourself to make a biting comment at his expense as you may have previously.

You were new once, too.

“It’s been an hour, and we tire of your bickering,” His heavily accented voice was too loud and jarring in the small room, and you nearly flinched at the sudden volume. “Have you reached a conclusion?”
“Yes. Kill me, and let Jimin go.”
“No!” He had started to thrash in his confines, causing your own chair to shake from side to side too.
“Stop it!” You exclaimed. “It’s okay, Jimin. Everything will be okay.”
“How can you say that?” He protested loudly, and you didn’t have to be able to see his face to know he was crying.

You had never seen him cry before and you were morbidly relieved that you weren’t able to look at his face as he wept. It would have been too much for you to deal with. In fact, it might have been the only thing that could have swayed you from your decision.

“The lady has picked. Do you have any last words to your… Lover?” You wrinkled your nose at the hesitation. This man, as well as being physically imposing, was a creep. He was made for this line of work.
“Yes.” You stated, trying not to let how much Jimin’s loud sobs were wearing on your absolution. “I have some last words.”
“Get on with it. We have a schedule to stick to.”

It was almost surprising, how little they regarded the loss of life. This gang was notoriously bloodthirsty, but you still couldn’t prevent your eyes from widening slightly at the push to hurry up. These were the last words you would ever say, and they were acting as if they had to rush off to some other appointment immediately after.

“Jimin,” you started, voice slightly thick with emotion. You wished that you could kiss him goodbye one last time, but you knew they would never allow that. “I don’t regret a single moment that I’ve spent with you. These very few years I’ve spent by your side, watching you grow and flourish, have been the best of my life and I want to thank you for allowing me to stay with you. I love you, Park Jimin, with my heart and soul and nothing, not even death, can stop me from loving you.”

He was crying louder now, too overcome to respond in any coherent way to your words, but perhaps that was for the best. It wasn’t like you were able to reply to any response he would have had, as the younger man grabbed your upper arm in a tenacious grip and uncuffed your wrists harshly.

He dragged you into a standing position, and tugged you towards the door.

“Give them hell for me, Jimin.”

The cell door slammed shut and the man was left alone in the room, tied to a chair, hunched over and screaming out for you. 

Not even six months later he found himself cocking his gun and unclasping the safety in preparation. Movement bustled all around him, but he didn’t take his eyes off the gleaming metal of your favourite gun. Your number was stamped into the butt of the weapon and he usually smiled at the smiley face scratched into the surface next to it. 

He wouldn’t just give them hell. He would make sure each and every last one of the people in that building was dead, and then he would watch as it burnt into nothing.
They had taken everything from him, and he’ll be damned if he let any of them get away with it.

All the I love you’s in the world

I wasn’t actually planning on doing one of these posts but so many people have taken my by surprise and tagged me and it’s kinda got the emotions flowing. So firstly, thanks to any of y’all who’ve included me on their list! Y’all make me so happy and I love the interactions we have ^.^

*clears throat* let me begin

First, always, is @neveraines . I’ve told you how much you mean to me all the time but I’m still gonna say it here too! 

 @kiazareni , my writing bae, ily and your patience astounds me

@angstgods my go to vent when i need to get shit off my chest

@francowitch for always being so helpful and supportive!

@phaytesworld the fandom mom who’s taken so many of us under her wing

@theinsanefox and @yours-julie , the most gorgeous girlies in the world, inside and out. ily and you mean the world.

everyone in owc (if i miss people out i’m sorry just know ily all) @otayuriistheliteralbest @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @the-stoned-ranger @blownwish-blog @eclair @penciltrash @ghostmoonchild @pllsetskyonice@rubyjooce@ashiiblack@softieghost  @accidental-mormon

Anyone I’ve ever sprinted with, including @aftgonice  and some others already mentioned!

Tumblr mutuals! @severeminx , @victuri-oh-nice , @boxwineconfession@onotherflights , @palomayrosas, @crescendotayuri, @ellipsesarefun, @livelaughsleepeat, @donttouchmypeanutbutterplease, @paxohana, @seekingsquake @babypeche, @tootsonnewts @tehyukerpageorandom, @kymbawee

People I admire from afar! @kawaiilo-ren , @daddybek , @kanekkis, @dizzytea,@meimagino, @otasucc, @otapecs, @altisetsky, @seeyounextlevel, @nikkiyan, @creemsicaal, @iamatrashfan, @russianfeya, @novocaine-sea, @lavenderprose, @hawberries @d2diamond, @madamredwrites, @superspicy, @ulablah, @worldofcopperwings, @howlingmoonrise, @draco-rys, @llyn-on-ice

Those of you who fill me notifs! Thank you!

and last but not least, my soul mate, the beka to my yuri, @ded-i-am-just-ded

If I’ve forgotten someone, I’m so sorry. It’s so late here and my brain is fuzzy from writing all day. Ily <3

As a little token of my affection, I’m proud to finally announce that Chapter 11 of It’s Just a Spark, But It’s Enough is here! 18.8k of pure fluff! One chapter that’s a fifth of the size of the fic itself, as an apology for taking so fucking long to update.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10057580/chapters/26382447

Now if y’all excuse me, it’s nearly 5 am and I have to be up for work in 4 hours. I’m officially dead.

Love you all!

xoxo Cat

anonymous asked:

Would it be okay to ask you stuff about how you worship Hermes? You seem pretty enthusiastic but I thought it would be polite to ask first :)

Of course, of course! I’m always happy to talk about Hermes. Thanks for the ask, please feel free to message me with questions. But, I’m going to use this as an excuse to make a post about Him. ^_^

How do I worship Hermes, huh? Well, my style is a bit fly by the seat of my pants (heh pun.) I affectionately call myself a “bastardized pagan.” My methods are many and varied, but I’ll try and make a tidy list for you here.

🍓 I talk to Him and pray of course, though my prayers look something like this:

Dear Lord Hermes, Light of My Life and Song of My Soul, Great Guide and Feather-footed Master of Flirting, You honor me with Your Lovely Presence and if it’s not too much of a bother, I pray You accept this token of my affection. *plays a song that reminds me of Him*

Hermes speaks in the language of Flirt with me, and so this is how I speak to Him. He seems to approve.

🍓 I offer Him bits and bobs that I pick up, which remind me of Him. Most recently that included: a patch I embroidered for Him, a compass that doesn’t point north, a Scottish souvenir shot glass I found at a reclaim shop for a dollar, a little button that says “Shop Til You Drop” I found at that shame shop for a dime, and a shiny piece of glass I picked up while on a trip with friends.

🍓 Food and libation wise, on my altar I give Hermes non-perishable sweets that are in wrappers and water in His special glass. If I offer perishables, I set it on the altar and go “Hey! It’s for You, My Dude. I’ll eat it so it doesn’t go bad in a few minutes.”

🍓 A lot of my worship revolves around thoughts and feelings as offerings. Every time I get behind the wheel of a car for instance, I think about and pray to Hermes. He is the reason I got my driver’s permit this year. I knew it was something I needed to do and He wanted me to do it. And of course, I do a lot of Hermes stuff on my blog, that’s another way I worship Him.

If you wanna know more, hit me up!