trouble in his brain

Infatuation (pt12)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

““You heard me.” He dipped his head into the crevice of my neck, placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin. The furious burn of my blush reddened the tips of my ears and warmed the back of my neck. I could feel Taehyung’s lips twisting into a smirk as he hovered over my collarbones.”


A/N - Just a slight warning for those of you who don’t like smut ~ I tried to make it as fluffy as i possibly could, and avoided getting to graphic, so I hope you can make it through ~

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 3167 

Previous | Masterlist | Epilogue 

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nonbinarytonystark  asked:

Prompt: Tony walks around in Steve's t-shirts. That's it. :)

It wasn’t even something that Steve really noticed at first.

It wasn’t something that seemed out of the ordinary for Tony. When Tony was in the workshop he wore greasy tank tops and loose sweatpants. At press conferences and SI business meetings, he wore expensive, tailored, designer suits. In debriefings after missions and fights, he wore the flight suit he wore under the armor. And Tony had always had an interesting fashion sense - Steve may not have been awake in the 80’s and 90’s, but James Rhodes sure was, and he had the pictures to prove it  (really Tony? Mesh tank tops with metallic suits? Really?) - so seeing him wear shirts that were too big for him didn’t even register on Steve’s radar.

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Moonstruck: Chapter 4

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Genre: fluff with some angst (Jungkook x OC)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But when he starts acting strange, you begin to fear the worst. You hope that tagging along with him and his family for their annual summer trip might bring him out of his slump, but things quickly get messy as you start to question where both of you stand in your relationship

FIRST AND FOREMOST I WANT TO THANK TWO LOVELY PEOPLE @boymeetsfiction​​ and @taeklings​​ for supporting this story so damn hard like seriously thank you


Later that night you find yourself tossing around in bed. Dreams of massive, churning waves and deep, dark waters leave you a shaking mess. You startle awake in a cold sweat, mistaking it for the cool touch of the ocean outside your window. After taking some deep breaths, you manage to peel yourself from the now damp mattress, sitting with your legs hanging over the edge.

The clock resting on the table beside your bed reads 3:03 AM. You rub your stinging eyes and place your feet on the floor, forcing yourself up to a standing position. You try to keep quiet so you don’t wake anyone, especially Jungkook’s parents, but you can’t prevent the soft slap of your feet as you trudge down the stairs.

You reach the kitchen and open one of the cabinets, searching for a glass. When you find one, you glance at the sink faucet and cringe, instead going into the fridge to pull out the milk. Your mom always told you that warm milk was best for troubled sleeping. You pour a cup and open the microwave, setting the time for a few seconds. Still conscious of the other occupants of the house, you wait until the last second on the timer, quickly stopping it before the timer hits zero and sets off the alarm. You open the microwave door and tap a finger again the warm glass to see if it need to cool. Deciding it’s safe, you slide out the cup and softly shut the door again.

You stand there for a minute, leaning your elbows against the counter and sipping the drink. You’re still a little shaken from your nightmare, but the warmth gliding down your throat and settling in your belly acts as a small relief.

You sigh, trying to distract yourself from the unease in the back of your head by tracing the rim of your glass with an index finger. It’s impossible to deny the fact that part of the restlessness is due to the events from yesterday. You recognized the way he looked at you in the water. You were beginning to recall every touch and lasting glance from Jungkook. How you used to brush them off as a casual exchange between friends. But now you were beginning to see them as something a little more.

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Masterpiece - Domestic Linstead Part 2

A/N: So last week after posting the first domestic prompt, my girl Sherri and I were talking and I said something about the responsibility the writers have to make the fandom feel better when all is shit. That never felt more true than today, and to quote my dear friend @justkillingtimewhileiwait: *dramatically swinging cape over shoulders and fastening it*: “WE WILL SAVE YOU!!” (with fluff that is haha).

Brought to you by an amazing @justkillingtimewhileiwait and her biggest fan (me).

Enjoy darlings, and together, we can totally make it four months!

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Hiccstrid Week 2017
DAY 2:  The moment you started shipping them – as soon as Astrid came on screen in HTTYD 1.

Dreamer

She was beautiful.

The prettiest girl on Berk. The strongest girl on Berk. The most free-willed girl on Berk…

…the only girl he’d ever learned to love.

Hiccup watched from the Forge window as she stepped by, flames rising higher from the house she was supposed to distinguish. She held a heavy wooden bucket in her hands, but she held it as though it weighed nothing, before she turned and tossed it onto the fire.

Hiccup blinked in amazement as she turned and began to hurry back to the well, her braid flying out behind her, her bright eyes reflecting the flames that burned about her as though the iris’s themselves were on fire with fury. Her axe jostled her back as she jogged, and the weight alone would’ve had Hiccup toppling in seconds. But it was no problem for Astrid, she was lithe, and could out do many.

Hiccup stared at her as she dashed pass, not even noticing him standing there by the Forge window. But Hiccup was hardly bothered however, for it was like nothing different from the other times he’d seen her. She’d pass, his heart would flutter and ache in longing, wishing that she… she would just give him a chance.

Then she’d be gone, not even giving him a second glance.

Perhaps that was a good thing, for if she did, Hiccup feared he might very well faint from the thudding sensation of his heartbeat racing. Astrid Hofferson? Pay attention to him?

He sighed and backed away, the shape of the girl disappearing between the darkened ally’s if two huts, until she totaled passed form sight. Hiccup turned away, stepping back inside the Forge.

Dream he would, even though his dreams rarely came true.


He still couldn’t believe it.

How had he been so lucky? How had he- Hiccup Haddock- gotten the prettiest girl on Berk to actually… notice him? Why had she come with on Toothless? Why had she bothered at all?

The moonlight shimmered, spraying light across the small lake and splaying shadows across the ground. Hiccup shifted nervously, expecting some painful punishment for the stunt he’d pulled… that’s what always happened to him. Do something that he actually wanted to do, and trouble would come from it.

Sure enough, the punch he’d been expecting landed against his scrawny shoulder. He gave a little yelp, turning slightly and letting his free arm grab the small wound. He blinked in surprise- that hadn’t been her hardest punch. 

To further his surprise, Astrid looked restless, and she hadn’t dashed off yet. Yet. Oh Thor, what was she going to do to him? No… she had just spared him. She hadn’t punched him with all the weight she could muster- like she’d done to Snotlout in the past. She… she’d clung to his waist when they’d flown with the flock of Dragon’s, she’d…

she’d been everything he’d ever dreamed she’d be. 

He’d seen her sweet and soft side. And that- that sent a warm chill running down his back. 

In his deep thought, he didn’t notice when she leaned forward, and before he knew it she’d grabbed the front of his tunic and planted a quick kiss on his cheek- right in the corner of his mouth. Hiccup gasped when she let go, staring at her in shock.

“That’s for… everything else.” She murmured, looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers. Hiccup saw it then, those eyes were filled with grief, with sorrow, with remorse. Guilt.

Astrid felt… felt guilty

He smiled brightly at her, not really helping the reaction but also hoping it would comfort her. Astrid had just kissed him…. his highest dream had come true! How could this be happening… to him no less!?

Her eyes widened, filling with relief as she smiled back, before turning and dashing off towards the path in the cove. Hiccup stared after her, holding his hand tighter to his shoulder, still feeling the warmth of her hand against his skin, could almost feel her lips against his cheek again…

He sighed happily, the troubles of tomorrow lagging at the back of his brain. But for the time being- he ignored them. 

For it had just been proven to him that his dreams really could come true.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that Peter has ADHD? Cuze I do.

I totally headcanon this, and I try to portray it in all my fics even though it is never outrightly stated in them. 

  • I figure that Peter was never diagnosed with it because if it doesn’t affect your grades than adults don’t seem to care whether it is diagnosed or not, but I feel Peter is the type of person to research it and be like ‘yeah I have this.’ 
  • So I imagine this is part of the reason that he stutters and trips over his words. We know he is super smart and so I think that coupled with the hyperness that is ADHD his brain is just going too fast for his mouth to keep up with. 
  • In my fics I always show him moving, whether he is tapping a beat on his knee or bobbing his head, I think that this is one of the ways he gets out his energy and need to multitask at all times (even if Peter doesn’t really think about it pertaining to his ADHD) but I am sure other people notice it and figure out why he is always moving. 
  • I picture Peter needing to stim at times, in order to get his brain to slow down and for him to think things through more logically. (And I think that the fact that he is constantly allowed to move as Spider-Man might be part of the reason that he doesn’t stutter while in the mask) 
  • Honestly, I always picture Peter stimming in some way (much like myself) in the lab I can see him throwing things around and in the end getting in trouble, and I picture him listening to repetitive music while studying and in the end rocking and bobbing around in his chair like a made man, before needing to burn off energy on Patrol. 
  • I’m not sure how much Peter would acknowledge it though. I don’t think he would blame his ADHD for some of the things it causes. Most people just look at it as being hyper and nothing else. And I think that might be the extent of Peter’s knowledge on the subject. 
  • So when it comes to his trouble remembering certain things he doesn’t find interesting, or having trouble paying attention, or getting distracted, or his brain floating off and him thinking about other things when he shouldn’t be, I don’t think Peter would make the connection that that was related to the ADHD. I think he would just blame himself for that sort of thing. (Like a lot of people do)
  • I think that it probably got worse once he hit puberty, and no one (other than Aunt May and closer friends) paid it much mind because his school work was staying pretty consistent. 
  • And I feel that for a while there, it was really hard on Peter, he was flying through most his school work, while some subjects (like English) he couldn’t seem to pay attention, and he didn’t know why. And that left him bored in some classes and lost in others. 
  • And for a time there, even his speech was getting a bit worse (which usually only happened when he was under a lot of stress) and it took a while for the teenager to figure out what helped him. 
  • Becoming Spider-Man helped, being able to burn off that energy and work through things while web-slinging (a repetitive and smooth motion) became something that helped his mind slow down. 
  • And he figured out a routine, doing certain things at certain times and giving himself breaks or jumping from subject to subject. And in class, if he was allowed to tap his foot (or sneak in his headphones and listen to music) that helped as well, it seemed like his mind needed more than one thing to focus on.
  • And hey, once he graduates and gets his own lab and space to work, he can come up with his own system and way of doing things, he can pound music as loudly as he pleases, or work on the ceiling, whatever he wants. 

carry on, darling, we were built to last

“Hey, Vitya, have you seen my laptop?” Yuuri asked, looking around. “I swear I–”

“Yuuri!”

“What?” He blinked, turning around and immediately backing up from the star-eyed, grinning Victor. “What?

“What did you just say?” Victor came closer, his steps like a predator’s who has just sniffed out its pray.

Yuuri swallowed. “Have you seen my laptop?”

“Before that,” Victor’s grin was so sharp, Yuuri had trouble focusing on anything else.

When his brain finally caught up to what Victor wanted to hear, heat rushed to Yuuri’s cheeks. It was a little embarrassing, because the name just slipped out of his mouth without any warning since he’d been thinking so much about surprising Victor and calling him that one day. It was even more embarrassing when Victor clearly wanted him to repeat it while staring closely at his lips.

Yuuri’s whole face reddened.

“Vitya.”

There was a moment of silence before… Victor squealed. Like a little girl that sees a doll she wants. He squealed and jumped on Yuuri, hugging him so tight it was hard to breathe. But Yuuri didn’t necessarily mind it.

“Once more,” Victor demanded.

Yuuri’s ears stung a little, red, but he repeated obediently, “Vitya.”

And Vitya giggled.

It was so unexpectedly cute that Yuuri couldn’t react at first. His heart was beating wildly in his chest for some reason and his breathing seemed to have stopped altogether. And then he chuckled too, and hugged Victor back, because his happiness was infectious and Yuuri didn’t feel like fighting it.

“You really like when I call you that?” he asked, smiling into Victor’s shoulder.

“You have no idea,” Victor replied, and Yuuri just knew he was grinning from his voice alone. “But there’s one more I want you to try.”

He pulled back a little, looking at Yuuri with sparkling eyes. How could Yuuri say no to that?

“What is it?”

“Try to say Vitenka.” Victor’s voice trembled a little and Yuuri thought he knew why since his own heart trembled as well.

Yuuri licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat, gathering courage, very aware that Victor’s whole attention was tuned in on him.

“V-Vitenka,” he said, looking up at Victor.

The reaction was equally as intense as before, but so much more subtle. Victor’s cheeks flushed, his ears turned red, and his eyes widened so much Yuuri thought he would pass out. And the worst was: Victor was quiet. He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t making any sounds at all, almost as if Yuuri’s words were a magical spell that froze him into a living statue.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked. “Are you okay?”

It snapped him out of the weird state. Victor blinked.

“Ah, yes, I’m okay.” He covered his mouth with a hand, looking away and mumbling, “It was just cuter than I imagined…”

Yuuri smiled, relieved. “Can we go back to the matter at hand then?”

“Yes, right.” Victor nodded and Yuuri looked about the room once more, turning his back on him. “What were you saying before, Yuu-chan?”

Yuuri was never struck with lightning, but in that moment he imagined it must have felt a little like that. His whole body froze, temperature suddenly rising until his face turned red up to the roots of his hair. Robotically, totally numb, he turned to Victor.

Wha–

“Yuu-chan,” Victor repeated. “Did I pronounce it right?”

He did. Perfectly.

“Yuu-chan, are you okay?” Victor asked, concerned, but he was smiling as if he knew Yuuri’s internal dilemma.

And Yuuri was in deep, deep trouble.

iZombie
Premieres: Tuesday, April 4 at 9/8

Where We Left Off: David Anders’ Blaine (with a minor #REALLY FUCKING MAJOR assist from Rahul Kohli’s Ravi) rescued Peyton (Aly Michalka) after she was kidnapped by Mr. Boss. Clive (Malcolm Goodwin), Liv (Rose McIver) and Major (Robert Buckley) took down Vaughn and Rita at a Max Rager party, which turned into a massacre once it became the epicenter of a zombie outbreak. As a result, Clive learned zombies exist and Liv was forced to kill Drake. Before the outbreak could infect the wider world, military contractor Vivian Stoll (Andrea Savage) killed all the zombies and told Liv about her plan to turn Seattle into a zombie safe haven.

What’s Next: Each character will have to figure out where they stand in the humans vs. zombie conflict, which is teetering on the edge of becoming public knowledge after the Max Rager massacre. With all their cards out on the table now, Liv and Clive will become closer than ever as they work together on cases and keeping the existence of zombies a secret. But Clive will also be working through his own issues after people close to him get caught up in the drama.

After years of searching for his purpose, Major finally finds a new job that fulfills him but that raises some issues with many of his friends who question his choice of employer. With Major set to lose his life or his memories if Ravi doesn’t find a cure, he and Liv aren’t focused much on repeating their romantic relationship. But Liv does get a new love interest this season who (thankfully) doesn’t die!

Meanwhile, Peyton will also have to figure out her feelings toward both Blaine and Ravi (#no one cares about this love triangle bye), both of whom show off very different sides of themselves this season: Blaine as a lounge singer trying to live an honest life (!!!), and Ravi as, frankly, a bit of a cad. “We’ve always seen Ravi as a nice guy, but this season we get to see him be a little bit more selfish,” Kohli told TVGuide.com.

Elsewhere, Robert Knepper will return as Blaine’s dad Angus, who quickly makes trouble for his son by setting up his own brain business, and Veronica Mars favorite Jason Dohring finally joins the cast as a relative of Vivian Stoll’s who Rose McIver describes as “quirky and manipulative and calculated.”

Heartwrecker

CHAPTER 11 | love syndrome

“What if you accidentally fall in love?”

JEON JUNGKOOK: Full-time Student, Part-Time Heartwrecker

When Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

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It was undeniable that Jungkook had kissed many others before, and perhaps even gone just a tiny bit further.

But it had never felt like this.

He couldn’t quite explain what this feeling was. It was quite the euphoric feeling, despite that Jungkook’s mind was still befuddled, still unable to comprehend all that was happening.

There was Park Jimin’s body on top of him, his weight pressing into him as his own body writhed against the freshly made sheets of the hotel bed beneath him. Jungkook’s wrist was gently clamped down by Jimin’s gentle hands, and his eyes squeezed shut from pleasure. The taste of Jimin’s soft lips were intoxicating, causing him to lose his mind if he hadn’t already.

Mingled breaths, heavy panting. Their heartbeats seemed to resonate loudly, rhythmically blending in with one another. Jungkook reached his free hand up to Jimin’s neck, sliding his fingers into the firm skin and pulling him closer, urging him in. Jimin just as eager, as he swiped his tongue over Jungkook’s bottom lip, begging for access. Jungkook obliged at once, letting out a moan as Jimin intruded even further into him, overwhelming him both physically and mentally.

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John’s experiences = worthiness of Madi

I happened to be rewatching some older episodes of Blacksails when it struck me - “earlier” John probably would not have hit it off with Madi, not for one second. I’m guessing Madi would have dismissed him right away and probably not seen him as reliable or trustworthy… definitely not worthy of her - after all, he was a born opportunist and John Silver was numero uno in his books. I believe this because John didn’t see himself as a leader - the men beat him up and often they had his life in their hands and he had to use his brains to get himself out of trouble. He cared only for himself but then gradually matured especially after losing his leg. Those experiences thankfully moulded him in to the character he is now on the show - capable, an in-depth thinker who considers the welfare of others in his plans and a leader. Definitely King material now worthy of his Queen as Madi was always groomed to take her mother’s place so she already had the respect of her people including the men.

Crossing my fingers for a reunion this Sunday!

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The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”

At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he realized she was really there.

She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.

Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood, five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.

“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”

“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months. You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach Hedge.”

“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”

“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”

Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”

“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”

For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for sickbay.

She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous, mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked across the floor and ran up the walls.

“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.

“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”

“You’re kidding, I hope.”

She smiled. “Come on.”

They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty cages big enough for large zoo animals.

In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a web.

“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.

Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”

They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.

“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the stables are always empty.”

Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere, hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.

“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”

Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”

Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”

“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”

“Great.”

Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”

Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.

“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”

Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.

“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic for that?”

“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”

“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”

She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”

“Okay, fine.”

She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”

Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.

Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they had both been controlled by the eidolons.

Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.

“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”

“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”

“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the giants is over…”

It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.

“Oh,” she said.

Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy cursed himself silently.

As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture. He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”

“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well, the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”

Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Art: burdge

Excerpt from, “The Mark of Athena”

victimofvices  asked:

#42. "I need a hug" with da boyz? :3

here you go, some gladionoctnyx feels in the biker boyfriends!au~ you get to see why one of noct’s sweaters is called his “comfort me” sweater


Nyx let himself in after a perfunctory knock, knowing that to startle Noct in his own apartment was to invite pain upon oneself.

He would never forget the one time he had intended to surprise him while he was cooking and had nearly ended up brained with a hot pan for his troubles. Noctis had been besides himself after the few seconds it had taken him to get himself back under control, apologies falling from his lips one after the other while he ran frantic hands over Nyx.

As they had soon come to learn, Noctis was very much like a cat, easily caught unaware if disturbed in a familiar environment. His apartment was a safe place, every nook and corner known to him, so much that seeing him clean or tidy up while completely lost in his thoughts was a usual sight. He was a creature of habit, their boy, which was why it struck Nyx as strange not to see him waiting in the living room, ready to go meet Crowe.

To his surprise, all of the curtains had been pulled close, the usually sunny apartment turned into a shadow of itself. Now slightly worried, Nyx hurriedly dropped off jacket and keys on the couch before heading to the bedroom, attention caught by the murmurs he could faintly make out from behind the closed door.

Gladio’s deep voice was easy to recognize, but the careful intonations that Nyx so rarely heard  coming from him made warning bells go off in his mind. The door’s usually soft creak felt unbelievably loud in the heavy silence that had invaded Noctis’ cozy nest.

The first thing he saw when he walked into the bedroom was Noct’s sweater-clad back, and the fine trembling that shook it.

Sometimes, they would catch him touching this very sweater with gentle fingers before putting it back carefully in his closet, but had never seen him actually wear it, not even once. At least until now. Nyx could barely make out the royal blue of it in the semi-darkness, the garment standing out against the paleness of Noct’s skin. Still, he was more worried by how small he looked, curled on himself at the edge of the bed and petting Kar without thinking.

The cat’s purrs and Noctis’ deliberately slow breathing were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the darkened bedroom, Gladio having fallen silent at Nyx’s approach. He was a solid form kneeling at Noctis’ feet, one arm leaning on the bed as he tried to peer under their smaller boyfriend’s hair, not daring to touch him yet.

As he was about to approach, Nyx saw the small shake of Gladio’s head, and reined himself in. Even if he was dying to comfort their boy, he knew that he would not have been stopped without a reason.

He understood why when a voice thick with emotions broke the silence, catching both men’s attention immediately,  “Can I- Can I hug you?”

“Of course Princess, anything you want.” Gladio replied just as softly, having waited a long time for a sign that physical comfort would not be too much for Noctis. He was surprised by the tentative arms that slipped around his neck before he could get up, Noctis’ slight form sliding down from the bed to nestle against him on the floor. By instinct, he pulled him closer to his chest, one hand to steady him in the small of his back and the other to run through wild black hair.

“Hey Kitten…” Nyx said as he finally kneeled down besides them, hand coming up to rub soothing circles on Noctis’ back, no longer afraid of interrupting Noctis anymore with his presence. The affectionate nickname drew a reaction from the shaking boy, his head lifting up from where it had hidden in Gladio’s neck to look at Nyx. The reddened tint to those beautiful blue eyes made the man’s heart clench in his chest. They had seen him happy, and sad, and tired, and in so many states between those, but they had never guessed at this, the deep underlying hurt that looked back at him from limpid eyes.

A single touch to Gladio’s bare shoulder was enough for the taller man to understand what Nyx asking was of him. With careful gestures, he started rearranging himself and the boy in his lap so his back was leaning against the bed frame, and with the nimbleness that characterized his movements, the oldest wormed an arm around both of them, not caring about how uncomfortable the position was.

Only when the three of them were as close as it was physically possible to be did Noct start to relax; and with this came the reason for the profound sadness that had crippled him most of the day.

“My mother made this sweater for me, you know. It was way too big in the beginning. Mom was holding back laughter when she saw me put it on for the first time.” At this, he choked, the tears he had been holding back the entire time finally spilling down his face.

“She told me I would just have to go big and strong to fit into into it-” They could see him trying to hide himself away again, to lock the pain deep down where no else else would ever see it. But they stopped him, with touches and comforting sounds, assuring him that they were here, and that they were listening. Gladio’s fingers under his eyes, Nyx’s cheek against his, those two things made it possible for him to continue, “But she never got to see it for herself.” He finished in a barely heard whisper.

They could only hold him closer as he cried, letting out what had been building inside of him for a long time; out of sight, but not out of mind. As he felt him shake against his chest, Nyx started humming softly, a simple melody he had made up to soothe Selena’s nightmares away.

They stayed that way for a long time, lullaby not stopping until, at last, their heartbeats lulled him to sleep.

Always Mine - Chapter 4

[CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE]

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead. I only own my character Katherine.

A/N: Here is chapter 4! I hope you all had a fantastic day yesterday! I am always open to ideas for this story so if you guys have any you’d like to share at anytime feel free to! I am also sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. My spell check on OpenOffice has decided to not work. I tried to check as thoroughly as possible but on the off chance I missed any, I am super sorry.


Katherine laid in her bed that night, staring up at the wall. She had hoped her nap would make her feel better, but it didn’t. She knew the only thing that would do that, was if she was able to leave and go back to her family but the chance of that happening was very, very slim.


When she had first woken up, her immediate thought was to get out of the room and find her way out of here. But her hopes had died when she tried the door, only to realize she was locked in. She should have known. There was no way Negan was going to leave her alone with an unlocked door. Sure he was crazy, but he wasn’t stupid. Besides, there was the part of her that didn’t want to escape only so Negan didn’t feel the need to go after her family as retribution. No, she wanted to keep them as safe as possible.


A growl tore her out of her thoughts. Furrowing her eyebrows, she listened for it only to realize it had come from her. Her stomach to be more exact. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten. Sighing, she laid back down on the pillows and shut her eyes.


She was almost back to sleep when she heard the lock on her door click and the handle turn. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately sat up just as the door opened. She had been expecting Negan was was surprised (and relieved) when a woman walked in. Katherine looked her over. She was wearing a black dress with heels which was weird in this world. She had shoulder length brown hair and looked to be only a couple years older than Katherine herself. She was also holding a tray that had a glass of water and a sandwich on it.


Katherine’s stomach immediately started growling again. The woman gave her a small smile as she shut the bedroom door.


“Sorry to barge in but I was asked to bring this to you.” She held the tray out, looking at Katherine. Katherine hesitantly took it from her and held it in her lap.


“Thank you.” The woman nodded as she watched Katherine pick up the sandwich and take a small bite. “It’s not poisoned or anything. I watched them make it.”


Katherine blushed embarrassed.


“Sorry.” The woman just gave another small smile.


“It’s okay. I’m Sherry.” Katherine swallowed another bite of sandwich before talking.


“Katherine. Are you um, are you one of his wives?”


She saw Sherry’s eyes drop slightly before nodding her head.


“Yea I am. Did he ask you to be one?”


Katherine shook her head.


“Well you should expect him to.”


“I-I don’t want to be one.” Sherry nodded understandingly.


“Me either.”


“Then why are you?”


Sherry gave a sad smile.


“To save the person I loved. A word of advice, whatever he asks you to do, do it. He may never lay a hand on us but there are worse things.” Katherine swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat at Sherry’s warning. She saw a look of sadness flash in the woman’s eyes.


“Did that happen to you?”


Sherry looked at her and sighed.


“You should eat up and get some rest. You look like you could use it.”


With that, she walked back out of the bedroom. Katherine heard the click of the lock and sighed. Sherry’s words kept running through her head. Not feeling very hungry anymore, she put the sandwich back on the plate and put the tray on the ground. Kicking off her combat boots, she laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.


Her thoughts traveled to her dad, Carl, Judith, and all her friends back at Alexandria. She didn’t want to put them in any danger. Especially if it was because she said no to something. She had seen what Negan had done to Glenn when Daryl didn’t listen and punched him. She didn’t want that to happen again. She wasn’t going to let her friends or family die because of her.




Negan stood outside standing in front of Daryl who had escaped from his cell after it was unlocked to test him. Negan had just gotten done telling Daryl the choices he had.


“You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way.” He laughed. He slowly stopped and scowled.


“Screw it.” He raised Lucille like he was about to hit Daryl. Daryl didn’t even flinch as Negan stopped just inches in front of his face. He started laughing again. “Wow! You don’t scare easy` I love that. But Lucille…Well, it kind of pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful. Lucky for you, she’s not feeling too thirsty today. But I am. So, I’m gonna go get me a drink!”


He started walking but stopped and turned back around to smirk at him.


“Maybe I’ll go see if my Kitty Kat is awake to join me.” Daryl scowled and wanted to lung for the man. Katherine was like a little sister to him. But he was outnumbered. Negan just grinned and walked away, whistling. Daryl looked around and swung only to be beat down to the ground.


Negan began walking towards Katherine’s room, Lucille perched on his shoulder. Heading upstairs, he passes his room and the wives quarters to Katherine’s room at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of her door, he pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door before walking in. He smirked seeing her sound asleep on the bed.


“Even in this shitty fucking world, you still can sleep in?” He chuckled at her sleeping form, shutting the door behind him. Turning back to her, he couldn’t help but look her over as a memory hit him.


He quietly stepped into her apartment. Softly shutting the door behind him, he made his way through the living room and down the hall. He could see a small amount of light coming from her bedroom. Negan moved silently and pushed her bedroom door open. He saw her television was on but Katherine was sound asleep on her bed. She was laying on her back, with her head facing the door. Her left arm was resting above her head while her right was laying on the bed.


Smirking to himself, he cautiously walked over as to not wake her up. Once he was close enough, he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as she moved slightly before falling right back to sleep, her breathing deep and even.


Placing each hand on either side of her, he lent forward so their noses almost touched. He watched her for a few more minutes before his eyes flicked down to her lips. He slowly bent down and placed his lips on top of hers. His lips brushed over hers repeatedly. After a few seconds, he felt her lips tiredly kiss him back. Pulling back he saw, he felt her start to move.Grinning, he flicked his tongue out to lick his lips.


Time to fucking wake up Kitty Kat.”


Negan smirked at the memory. It had been from when they first started seeing each other. On the days he couldn’t go down to the nursery to see her, he’d go over to her apartment after having to leave the hospital for the night. He wasn’t going to lie, he did regret hurting Lucille by cheating on her but there was always something about Katherine that called him to her. That demanded she be his and no one elses. And she was. She was his whether she liked it or not.


“Why don’t we have a little fucking blast from the past?”

Walking over to the bed, he set Lucille down next to it so it was leaning against the wall as he carefully sat down on the edge. Just like back then, he put his hands on each side of her and lent down, brushing his lips against hers. Pulling away, he lent over to whisper in her ear.


“Time to fucking wake up Kitty Kat. I wanna show you the rest of your new fucking home today.” He laughed moving back to her lips.


Katherine slowly started to wake up. She furrowed her eyebrows when she felt someone kissing her on her lips. Completely forgetting where she was in the haze of having just woke up out of a deep sleep, she said the first thing that came to mind.


“Spencer, not now. I’m tired.”


She immediately felt the person stop and a growl sounded throughout the room.

“Who the fuck is Spencer?”


Katherine’s eyes immediately snapped open at Negan’s voice. She jumped seeing him sitting right next to her, his face in front of her’s. Everything came back to her and realization just hit her. It was Negan kissing her, not Spencer. She was in the room where Negan had taken her yesterday, not Alexandria and in her own room. How she forgot such a thing was beyond her.


She saw the jealous/angry look on his face. She hadn’t meant to say Spencer’s name. And now, she had to come up with something fast.

“Well Kitty Kat, who the fuck is he?”


Swallowing the lump in her throat, she shook her head.


“No one,” she whispered. She wasn’t going to tell him and make him angrier. Spencer was a guy back in Alexandria that she had been having a fling with. She had kept it from most people, especially her father since Rick wasn’t a big fan of his.


Negan scowled and put his face closer to Katherine’s. Katherine pushed back father into her pillows, wanting to create some space.


“I don’t like to be fucking lied to, Katherine. Who is he? I’m sure Lucille would like to meet him.”


Katherine shook her head. “H-he was just someone from my group back when this all started.”


“And where is he fucking now? Because I would love to fucking have a chat with him about touching what fucking belongs to me.”


“He’s dead.”


Of course, Spencer wasn’t dead. He was alive and well back at Alexandria but what Negan didn’t know right now, kept another one of her friends alive.


Negan grinned at her.


“Good. Saves me the fucking trouble of having to bash his brains in.” He sat back and stood up, grabbing Lucille before looking down at Katherine.


“Get up. I’m gonna take you on a fucking tour of your new home.”


Katherine let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding before slowly sitting up. She brushed down her black tee shirt and jeans before grabbing her combat boots and putting them back on. Standing up, she looked at Negan who was looking her over.


“Maybe if your a good Kitty Kat, you can have a shower after we’re done.” He looked into her eyes and smirked. “And if you’re real fucking good, I’ll even scrub your back for you.” Negan laughed while Katherine tried not to throw up.


“Fuck, lighten up Kitty Kat. It was a joke.” Laughing, he shook his head and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her out of the room.


True to his word, Negan took her on a tour of The Sanctuary. He showed her the cafeteria, the infirmary, the commissary where the Saviors could trade in their points for whatever was in there.


“I’ve got a fucking surprise for you.” He grinned at her, pulling her down a hallway. Katherine was a little scared to see what it was. She was never one to like surprises, especially ones from Negan. Halfway down the hall, they stopped in front of a large window. Negan looked in and grinned before looking back at Katherine.


“Go ahead and fucking look, Doll.”


Katherine swallowed hard and looked inside, her eyes widening. There were kids. Around ten or fifteen of them sitting around on the ground while two older ladies read them a story. It was a daycare. Her heart clenched at the sight. It made her think of the past. Not a day went by that she didn’t think of the kids she took care of in Virginia. She had always wondered what had happened to them and hoping and praying they were safe.


“Y-you have a daycare?” She looked up at him. Negan laughed at the shocked look on his face.


“Of course we fucking do. The kids gotta fucking learn somehow. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll even let you come down and help out once in a while.”


“I could work in there for points.”


Negan shook his head.


“You’re not fucking working for points, so get that out of your head. Let’s go, I have a fucking meeting to get to.” She spared one last glance at the kids before Negan pulled her away by her waist. He pulled her down a couple flights of stairs into what she assumed was the basement. They walked down the hallway until Negan stopped in front of a door. Pushing it open, he nudged Katherine inside before immediately following her in.


Katherine looked around, seeing the room resembled a small studio apartment. There was a double bed against the wall and a small kitchen area. She heard Negan fill a cup with water before walking over to the chairs. Katherine turned to see him sitting down in one of the old, tattered sofa chairs. He motioned her to come over. Not wanting to make him angry for the second time that day, she walked over. She yelped slightly when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap.


They sat like that for what seemed forever. Katherine tried not to be tense while Negan just rubbed her hip bone with his thumb.


Both perked up when they heard footsteps approaching.


Step in.”


Katherine heard. The door opened and a gasp left her lips when Daryl was pushed inside. Her eyes immediately zoned in on the bruises on his face. He looked like he had been to hell and back. She turned towards Negan.


“What did you do to him?” Negan grinned at her and shrugged.


“Only what was necessary.” He stood up, making Katherine stand up with him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her next to him.


“Jesus. You look awful. Don’t you worry, we’ll have  Carson fix you all up. You thirsty? Here.” He bent down and grabbed the glass of water he had filled, holding it out to Daryl who hesitantly took it but didn’t take a drink of it. “Ah, fuck, I forgot. Your mouth is all puffed up like a baboon’s ass. Need a straw? D, give him a straw. Fuck’s wrong with you?”


Katherine couldn’t help but glare at Dwight when he passed by them to do what he was told.


“See that guy? He fucking hustles. I like hustle. But believe it or not, things weren’t always cool between us.” Katherine listened as Negan went on about how Dwight, his wife, and Dwight’s sister in law. He explained how Dwight’s sister in law was sick and couldn’t afford the medication she needed so Negan asked her to marry him. While she was supposed to be thinking about it, Dwight stole all the medication and he, his wife, and the sister all ran away. Then how Dwight came crawling back and begging for forgiveness.


“So Dwight, he begged me not to fucking kill Sherry, which I thought was kind of cute, so I was just gonna kill him. But then Sherry says that she will marry me if I let Dwight live, which, if you fucking think about it, that’s a pretty screwed up deal. ‘Cause I was gonna marry her sister until she fucking wound up dead, but…” he looked at Dwight and grinned. “Sherry is super hot.”


Katherine felt bad for Sherry after hearing her story but then her words made more sense. She had married Negan to save Dwight from death. She had to admit, if she was in Sherry’s position, she’d probably do the same for someone she loved. She was just praying to God she never had to.


“Speaking of being super fucking hot,” she felt Negan’s arm tighten around her waist, “I see you fucking keep looking at my Kitty Kat here. Don’t worry guy, I’m going to take good fucking care of her.” He placed a forceful kiss against her temple. Her eyes flicked to Daryl’s. She noticed the anger in them but gave him a silent look telling him she was okay. Negan grinned down at her before turning back to Negan. He raised his arm and gestured to the room.


“So what do you fucking say? Want this to all be your’s?” All you gotta do is answer one simple fucking question. Who are you?” Daryl remained quiet which made Katherine nervous.


“What? Does cat got your tongue? You’re just fucking overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I’m gonna ask you one more fucking time.”


“Negan please-.”


“Quiet Kitty Kat, the men are talking.” Katherine scowled.


“Who are you?” Negan asked again. There was a pregnant pause. Daryl looked at Katherine who was looking down at the ground before back to Negan.


“Daryl,” he rasped.


“Hey-.”


“It’s cool, D. He made his choice. Ain’t my problem if he made a fucking dumbass choice. Take him back to his cell.”


Dwight grabbed Daryl and pulled him out of the room. Katherine kept her eyes locked with Daryl’s for as long as she could until they were gone. She sighed sadly which didn’t go unnoticed by Negan. He tisked and pulled her closer so their chests were pressed together.


“It’s not my fucking fault, Doll. He made his choice.” He grinned down at her while Katherine just looked down at the ground. He scowled and gripped her chin, raisng her face upwards. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you, Doll. Understand me?”


Katherine nodded. Negan grinned again.


“Good now let’s go get you a new set of clothes and a shower. We gotta make you look all nice and pretty.”


Katherine furrowed her eyebrows.


“Why?” Negan grinned and bent down so their noses bumped into each other.


“Cause we’re gonna go visit your daddy.”

[CHAPTER FIVE]


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The Savage Af Prince of SM Ent

To the tune of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became a fan of the Prince of SMEntertainment.


Originally posted by haenyan

In west Jeju Province born and raised
In the practice rooms where he spent most of his days
Singin’ out dancin’ practicing’ all night                                                               And attending  Korea’s most prestigious school. 

Hes so sweet, Hes so good
But still makes trouble in his neighborhood
I got in one little fight with my own brain
It said, “Hell naw, you falling for another kid.”

Originally posted by haenyan

I begged and pleaded with it day after day
But it packed my senses and sent me on my way
It gave me butterflies and then it gave me his name
I put YouTube SMRookies on and said, “I might as well kick it.”

First class, yo, this kid perfect
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what an angel looks like?
Hmm, this might be alright. 

Originally posted by 1aeil

But wait I hear he’s savage, funny, a joker and all that
Is this the type of person that can occupy my heart?
I don’t think so
Fast forward to 2 years, we both have grown
And I like Haechan even more than before.

Originally posted by dovounq

Thats it folks. I ran out of creativity. But i will never run out of my love for our Dongsookie. Happy birthday kid <3. We love you.

What You Deserve

Summary: Just some fluffy Destiel. Cas shows Dean that he can have all the things he wants in life.

Word Count: 1500

Warning: None, maybe a teensy bit of smut, but not really

Originally posted by casifer101

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Exist Without Fear

today is the birthday of my dear, wonderful friend Maggie. known to many as dreamedofwings, I know her best as a constant source of kindness, support and fun in my life. Magson, you are one of a kind. happy birthday!! <3

read it here on AO3!

Dean was standing in front of the mirror, rubbing at his jaw with an expression of dissatisfaction. He peered closer, touching the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes and the rough, scarred skin under his right ear where some monster or other – Dean forgot which, there had been so many – had got a little too friendly. He looked like his oldest pair of jeans: a little wrinkled, patched up and worn thin in too many places. Slightly sad-looking, even on the brightest of days, and with some dirt ground in so deep that no amount of washing would ever get it out.

He sighed and shrugged at his reflection before turning away, heading for the door – where Cas was standing, awkwardly upright with his hands hanging by his sides. He must’ve seen the whole thing.

Dean cleared his throat and made to push past him, but Cas didn’t move.

“Why do you look so disappointed in yourself?” he asked, frowning. His head was tilted on one side, at the angle that Dean thought of as acute confusion.

“What?” he said, bluff and slightly aggressive. “I’m tired, Cas, I gotta hit the hay.”

Cas didn’t move, nor did his expression change.

“I saw you looking at yourself,” he said stubbornly. “Your expression was… displeased. Are you upset?”

“Cas,” Dean said, smiling a little coldly and clapping him on the shoulder. “Come back to me when you’ve got a psychology degree, OK, buddy? I’m tired.”

This time, Cas allowed Dean to pass, although his frown didn’t lift. Dean sighed again, and kept walking. Cas only wanted to help, but there were some things that you just couldn’t solve with a few kind words and an intensely solemn expression… some dirt that was ground in too deep, Dean found himself thinking again. It was as though he had dirt in the marrow of his bones.

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