was to see him in the water

Supernatural Preferences: When You're Pregnant

Sam: As soon as you found out, you began plotting how you were going to tell him. Of course he noticed the slightly different things you did, resulting in him pestering you to see what’s wrong. After you told him the news he began prepping for the baby immediately. Regardless of the fact you two had nine months to get everything ready. Guess excitement overtakes people’s senses.

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy


Dean: The minute-no the second you told Dean, he began to treat you as though you were going to explode. Taking junk food from you because “it could hurt the baby”. Not letting you lift anything. Barley even a book or glass of water. Once you started to show more and more he refused to hug you…or even sleep in the same bed with you once you further progressed because “what if I roll over onto you?”, even though he never had before. Luckily for you, once the baby was born he directed all that paranoid attention to the munchkin.

Originally posted by heytheredeann


Castiel: It’s no surprise that he found out before you did. He was in a state of complete shock and awe from the second he heard a second heartbeat lingering inside of you. At first you thought it was cool or adorable how he could check in on you. That was until he was doing it every other hour to make sure nothing was wrong. It only got worse when the little being inside of you grew to be bigger. Any movement you made, or small noise at the feeling of a kick in your ribs, Cas had to give you the full examination. Sooner or later he realized that everything was going to be fine and he could stop worrying so much. That didn’t happen until a week before your due date.

Originally posted by pinkman


Crowley: From the moment you told The Boy King about your little gift, he had a certain change in him. Whether he saw this as father redemption or was just filled with happiness, you couldn’t tell. The most overprotective he got during your pregnancy was not letting you leave Hell without him. Which was understandable, so you didn’t really put up a fight. Carrying the King of Hell’s child had its perks. Like food whenever you wanted it, and whatever you wanted. Anything you asked for, demons would scramble about trying to get it as quickly as possible. It was really something funny, watching them trip over their fear of not being fast enough. Of course your new little munchkins first outfit had “The prince/princess of Hell” labeled on it. That one you didn’t really have a say on.

Originally posted by lucifersagents


Lucifer: It all started when he sat straight up in bed and just looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Just when you thought your life couldn’t change anymore, it did. On so many levels. Honestly it was really weird knowing that all of Heaven and Hell knew you were with child before you even had a clue. The fact that you had Angels hell bent on killing you, but mainly the baby, didn’t really help with the whole pregnancy stress level chart. As if it wasn’t stressful enough having a human growing inside of you. But Luce was by your side 24/7. Always keeping the Angels or anything that meant to harm you far away. Somewhere between all the baby assassins and pregnancy hormones, the two of you still had time to have a somewhat normal upcoming. Anytime a kick or a movement was going to happen he knew. And he’d be right there to witness it.

Originally posted by devoiddean


Gabriel: Never had you thought that Gabe and his trickster tendencies would be something you would appreciate. That was until it came handy to have to help hide you from those who meant to cause your unborn child harm. Most of your pregnancy wasn’t spent fighting some war against those who intended to harm you. It was spent fighting another war over what the babies name would be. First idea Gabriel had was “Little Ass Kicker” because for some god awful reason that made sense. Obviously you weren’t about to call any child of yours that, but he was persistent. “What about Lak?” He would ask while you were just about to drift off to sleep. “Lak? The hell kind of name is-…it stands for Little Ass Kicker doesn’t it?” There was no way around it. He’d go to pretty lengthy extents trying to get you to say yes just once so it’d be official. Like rubbing your back for an hour. Or getting you a shit ton of the food you were craving. Long story short…you gave birth to a Little Ass Kicker…

Originally posted by devoiddean

“You’re looking kinda green around the gills, Spock.”

“That would be due to my Vulcan blood, doctor.”

“No, I mean you’re growing gills.”

At first, Spock thinks, surely McCoy is joking. But the assumption quickly fades when he sees the look on McCoy’s face. He touches the side of his neck and his fingers come away slightly slimy. He looks at his hand and see scales.

There’s the usual panic whenever unexplainable phenomena occur. He winds up in the isolation ward with Chapel, who is in full hazmat gear and is carrying a bottle of water with a spray top. She spritzes him occasionally and that helps with the itchy, dry skin, but it doesn’t stop the slow progression of the disease. If it is a disease.

It takes only a week for his legs to fuse together, skin growing first dry, then rough, the scaly. He forgoes pants and mourns the fact he can no longer wear his favorite boots with the little black heel. His feet flatten and shift into flowing fins. The scales are smooth to the touch now, and match the pale green scales on the back of his hands. Thankfully his upper body remains relatively the same, but now he’s heaving trouble breathing.

McCoy discovers the diseases isn’t communicable and then spends four sleepless nights in his room, along with Scotty and Chekov, and together the four of them build a tank that Spock can submerge himself in. At least he won’t suffocate in the meantime. It takes days for them to get the salinity right and meanwhile Spock is sluggish and tired all the time. Sulu transplants some seaweed and rocks into the tank and Spock tells him it’s illogical, but secretly he feels better anyway.

After the tank is complete McCoy refuses to leave, even though Spock is fine for the time being. Spock curls his tail up to his body and watches as McCoy eventually passes out, slumped against the glass. The glass is warmer where his body is, and Spock presses against it. He thinks he can feel McCoy’s dreams through the glass, but they are muddied by the water. Fuzzy and disjointed. Like passing through a haze.

Work on a cure is slow. Or perhaps a cure will never come. Spock has trouble parsing McCoy’s increasingly vague updates. He finds himself growing isolated. Alone. He can’t even work, because he can’t bring the electronics into the tank with him.

He calls McCoy in and demands to be let out.

He touches his hand to the glass as McCoy lists all the reasons that he shouldn’t be out and about. Spock neatly negates them all and finally McCoy stops and sighs. Spock thinks he’s smiling.

“Got something for you.”

It’s a breathing device.

He still has to be fully submerged once every four hours, and he needs to use a wheelchair to get around, but now he’s free. He tries to go to his quarters but McCoy stops him.

“Oh no, no more slacking. You’re fit for duty.”

McCoy wheels him, protesting, to the turbolift. He’s shocked to find that ramps have been installed along the way. And on the bridge Jim’s chair is gone, and in its place is a sunken wading pool. 

“Sulu and Chekov already love it,” Jim tells him with a grin. “They’ve been competing to see who can get the most ridiculous swimwear past dress code.”

Spock looks over to where Sulu is at the helm in a command-gold bikini and Chekov is wearing three pairs of Bermuda shorts, one pair on his legs and another on each arm. He’s fairly certain none of that meets dress code, but he says nothing. He’s too thankful. 

He feels McCoy standing by his workstation. When he looks up, McCoy is smiling.

“I’ll get back to work on that cure.”

“Take your time, Doctor,” Spock says, his voice accented now with the sound of popping bubbles. “There is no urgency.”

He curls his tail up to his body and gets to work mapping the stars.

Thanks @allislaughter @lenardmccoy @spones-in-my-bones @regulationblues for ideas!

Nemo and his impact on the Jones Brothers

(I know, it’s such a good and expressive title, right?)

I said this in another post, but I wanted to make my own post too, because everyone need to hear this. 

Let me start by telling you that I loved the relationship between Nemo and Killian since the first second they’ve been together on my screen in “Dark Waters”. I love Nemo and his impact on the Jones Brothers and I would love to see him in more episodes. 

Nemo IS a father figure for Killian and maybe even a father for Liam 2. 

Killian grew without a father because Brennan left him and Liam. All he had when he was a child was Liam, Liam took care of him, Liam helped him, Liam was his eveything. Liam, for Killian, was his hero, an example for him when he was growing up. When Liam died, Killian was left alone, his hero, his role model wasn’t there anymore. He became a pirate, he met Milah, he loved Milah and then he was left alone again.

At the same time, Liam 2, grew up without a father too, we all know why. But we still have to find out so much about his life. Did anyone took care of him after Brennan died? Was he alone? An orfan? How old was he when Nemo took him on the Nautilus? I want to find answers to these questions, you know? 

A big difference between Killian and Liam is NEMO. Nemo took care of Liam, he helped him, set him on a good path and I am sure that Liam started to see him as his own father, because as we’ve seen in ‘Dark Waters’, Liam loves Nemo a lot. Nemo tried to do the same with Killian. He tried to give Killian a home, a new family on Nautilus, but we know how Killian was back then. He was angry, he wanted revange and Nemo knew this, but he still tried to make him understand what is the right thing to do. I think, if Killian wasn’t so angry back then, he would have stayed with Nemo (this and the fact that Liam wanted to kill him)

Now, 30+ years later, we see a different Killian, he is now a man who wants a family, a better man, a man prepared to get married with the love of his life. But his past comes back to bite his ass and Nemo makes an apparence again. This time Killian wants to hear what he has to say, Killian needs advices on what to do and Nemo says the right things again, he gives Killian the right advices, he really wants to help him. 

This is what a father does when his children need help. He helps them, gives them good advices. 

Nemo is the best father figure Killian can have. He and David are perfect at this job (being fathers), and I’m really happy Liam 2 had and still has him and now Killian has him too. He can go to him when he needs some advice and he can’t talk with someone else. 

Last night, Nemo called him “my boy” and my heart just melted because do you ever think about how long has it been since someone called him ‘my boy’? Because I DO and I want to cry when I think about it.

I want to see more of their relationship, because it has such a big big potential! I want to see more of Killian going to Nemo, I want to see Nemo being happy for Killian, I want Killian and Liam to bond, I want to see Liam and Nemo together. I want all of this and more because Killian has been alone for more than 300 years and he needs a family. Yes, Emma, Henry and the Charmings are his family, all of them love him dearly, but I also think Killian needs deserves more. 

PS: I think Faran agrees with me

treading water

Sequel to staying afloat which I wrote for @rebelcaptainprompts prompt #8: “agony, fingers, and shiver”

Written because people asked and I also made myself sad (oops). I’m still sticking to the prompt! :) (though it’s much fluffier at the end, I promise)

In Cassian’s POV this time, requested by @wantingtobekorra 

Word Count: 880 


She’s too light, too cold, too limp, her chest deathly still. 

His heart lurches in his throat, leaving him gasping for air, Jyn’s head lolling in his arms. The only thing pushing him forward is the fact that she hasn’t let go of him. Despite everything, her fingers are still firmly intertwined with his, blood drying on her knuckles. Holding on tight. 

So he runs.


Cassian knows he’s scaring the technician with the look in his eyes. Despair had twisted his usually calm expression into something feral. 

“I can’t let go,” he almost hisses, almost begging. 

“Sir,” the young medic says, “you can’t come in here,” they explain for the third time. “You’re wasting time,” they add. Somehow the words reach the logical, functioning part of Cassian’s brain. You’re wasting her time

So he lets go, turning away so he doesn’t see Jyn’s hand being pried away from his. 


This was the day Cassian learned the true meaning of agony. He didn’t pace the hallway in front of Jyn’s room in the medbay. He didn’t constantly peer into the little gap in the doorway to see how the medics were faring. He didn’t corner everyone who came out of that room and demand to know Jyn’s fate.

He waited, back pressed against the wall, sitting with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. Passersby would’ve thought he was praying, but Cassian had given that up long ago. 

The deathly chill of the medbay seeps into his bones along with fear. It was his fault. He should’ve gotten there sooner, moved faster, aimed more precisely, ran more quickly. Cassian tries to shove the thoughts away - this won’t help her.

He had dealt with loss before, so many times that it felt like an old friend. He knew the steps: mourn and move on. 

Even at Scarif, he had accepted his fate. But Jyn had been with him. 

Jyn had been with him. 

And now he was alone. 

She was alone. 

Cassian’s shaking, now, and he thinks he’s shivering from the cold. But he eventually pulls his hands away from his face, and the blood smears are damp with tears.

He rests his head against the wall, looks up at the brightly lit ceiling, timing his breaths with the flickering of the lights, a sob threatening to spill from his lips. The cold’s numbed his fingers, and he balls them into fists to keep them warm. He runs his thumbs over the kunckles, deep in thought. 

Jyn’s a fighter, he thinks, and his mouth quirks into something resembling a smile. There was nothing he could do now, but hope she could make it. Hope was what kept them alive. 


The door opens eventually, and the medic from earlier eyes Cassian warily. Cassian tilts his head back down to look at them, expression showing no hints of emotion. 

“Captain Andor?” the medic asks. 

Cassian nods, a fluttery feeling in his gut. Hope was a delicate thing, and when crushed there was no way to recover. He holds it tightly, not wanting to let it go. 

“Lieutenant Erso is out of danger. She lost almost two liters of blood, but she’s been patched up and should be healthy after a few days’ rest.”

Hope soars once again, and it delicately flutters in the palm of Cassian’s hand. 

“She’ll be awake soon,” the medic continues, trying to match Cassian’s netural expression. “You can go in now, sir.” 

Cassian closes his eyes and nods. The medic moves to leave.

“Thank you,” he says and the medic gives him an apologetic smile. 

“We just do our duty, sir. I think you’d understand that.” 

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25 - Teuvo Teravainen

Okay I don’t know much about Teravainen so I am sorry if i don’t write this right 

Anon:  25 for teuvo Teravainen please?

“Come here baby, let me take care of you.”

Originally posted by puckducky

When Y/N woke up to coughing she knew right away it was Teuvo last week she was babysitting her youngest brother who had been sick and Teuvo had helped and spent a lot of time with him. so Y/N turned around to see her boyfriend awake rubbing his forehead

“Teuvo hone you okay, I can go get some cough medicine if you want.”

“No I’m fine Y/N I just need some water go back to bed.”

Y/N sighed as she watched him walk out of the bedroom but no less if he said he was fine he should be. Y/N closed her eyes and tired to sleep but she knew Teuvo was sick and it was mainly because of her. so she got up out of bed and walked into the kitchen where Teuvo was still coughing she crossed her arms as she stood in the doorway.

“I’m fine Y/N go back to bed.”

“Teuvo your sick.”

“No I’m not, my throat just dry.”

‘Hmm so if I put on my music you won’t mind your head won’t bug you.”

“Y/N you don’t need to put music it on it’s 4;00 in the morning I don’t think our neighbors would like it.”

she smirked knowing he was too stubborn and wanted to go to morning skate so he wouldn’t admit to being sick and if he wanted to be that way so be it.

“Okay honey what ever you say and since its so early you shoulder start to get ready to go the rink and to pick up Aho.”

Y/N smirk grew as she walked back into the bedroom wondering how long before he would say he was sick and ask if she could call Skinner to give Aho a ride and to call coach to say he was not coming. Y/N soon found her self fast asleep when she work up the sun was up and no Teuvo she rolled he eyes at his stubbornness. she made her self some coffee  and pulled out a book and sat in her favorite chair in the living room and had her music playing. it didn’t take long at all for the door to open making her smile but she didn’t say anything as she saw him out of the corner of her eye. 

he walked into the bedroom Y/N looked to the clock knowing the morning skate wouldn’t end for an ahour and half so when he walked out and sat on the couch she spoke up

“Skate end earl today?”

he sent a glare her way

“Or maybe you where told to go home maybe because I don’t know your sick?”

he groaned 

“Fine Y/N yes yes I’m sick you can stop laughing now I admitted.”

Y/N let out one more laugh before putting her cup and book down and she went and sat in front of her boyfriend and ran her hand through his hair he closed his eye but opened them as she was now standing by the bedroom door 

“Come here baby, let me take care of you.” she said with a kind smile

Teuvo smiled back before getting up and following her 

Imagine being at the beach, you are enjoying the sun and walking barefood through the ice cold water. When suddenly you see a guy coming towards you. He is way too overdressed to be at the beach with his suit and blackish coat. The second thing you notice about him are his cheekbones which would most of people look like aliens, but not this one! He is so freaking handsome you can’t handle to watch him anymore so you look down on the ground. “Hey!”, what the heck? Is that guy actually waving for you? No way! Ignoring him you make your way further. “You! Woman! In the water!”, you turn around just to see him standing right behind you. So near you, frightened by his sudden appearance, fall down as into the water as you turn around. “Iiiih!Cold!”, you scream laughing. “Sorry!”, handsome man helps you stand up. “I didn’t want to scare you, I just thought it would be nice to talk to someone from around here!” “Oh, no problem! But I am not from here, actually I’m a tourist.” You smile awkwardly at him. “Hm…”, he seems to think hard about what to say now. “Well, that means you won’t be able to help me solve the case but… Why do you seem so nice? You know what? I invite you to my hotel, you need some dry clothes and I would like to drink a tea with you!”. What should you say? He is so nice, strange and.. handsome! “Oh, my name is Sherlock! Sherlock Holmes!”, he smirks and goes through his dark curly hair with one hand.

Beauty And The Beast
I loved you, he thinks, when the soft light on the landing glints off the silver in John’s hair, when he turns at the doorway, hesitating, then scolding, then shouting, because he thinks once more that Sherlock loves, wants, needs, someone, anyone else. He doesn’t know. I loved you, always, every inch of you, and I never said. You should know.

He tries to put words to it, and John cuts him off; can’t bear it. John’s breathing hard through the shame that had settled around him that night in the light of the water. And then John strips his sins bare, making Sherlock watch, making sure he sees the worst of John Watson. Making sure that Sherlock knows John, who had meant to be different, is now everything his father was (he has never told the story, but Sherlock knows it, every line)–-a broken man, a blessed fool.

But you’re more, he thinks. You are my John. You are the best and the worst of you, the light and the dark of you. You saved me. I loved you. I love you.

John cries. His head sinks and he stands there, unsheltered, weeping out his grief, while Sherlock shivers in his chair, stunned. Then he makes it to his feet, and goes to him, because John is still not leaving. (Save John Watson.)

John lets him come. He places a wondering hand on John’s spine; slides it slowly up the curve of his back to the tender warmth of his neck, shaking with the pain and the joy of it. He tries a touch on John’s arm, drawing him in, growing more certain as John softens into him; holds John steady while his broken, unprotected voice cries out his loneliness into the air, and John nestles his forehead into Sherlock’s chest and quiets there.

John’s tears soak through his shirt into Sherlock’s skin, his gasps growing slower, steady, as he breathes Sherlock’s forgiveness in, the safety in his arms.

 I loved you, I love you, I’ll love you.

On my Wish List for the DVD Special Feature Cut Scenes:

Lefou is wandering around the castle grounds exhausted the next morning. Not only has the one he loved betrayed him, but he’s dead. And not only is Gaston dead, Lefou knows he is probably disliked by most of the other villagers now. I mean, he turned on them and started scalding them with boiling water instead of going after the Beast like they were all ‘commanded’ to. 

Now, this is IF most of the villagers truly liked and RESPECTED Gaston. From the movie, it seems they were all gung-ho to follow him and Lefou was the one lone voice of reason. (Stanley especially! Did you see him in the Mob Song?)

Off in the distance Lefou sees a group of men (Tom and Dick, other townsmen, etc.) carrying a makeshift wooden coffin in a funeral procession. He’s AGONIZED and on the verge of tears. Part of him wants to draw closer, join the men in grieving Gaston. He takes one step closer- and then a strong arm grasps him from behind and pulls him back from getting any closer.

He turns around- and it’s Stanley. 

Lefou: “Why aren’t you with them?”
Stanley: “I couldn’t go through with it. Not after all you’ve been through.”

I’m DYING for this to happen!

Demon Finn Balor Fic

Chapter 2

Callie's Pov

A month. I’ve been trapped in this room for a freaking month. I haven’t been aloud to leave due to the fact Finn doesn’t trust me.

I don’t blame him for not trusting me because the moment he lets me out of these chains is the moment I escape.

“Here’s your food.” I hear an Irish accent say. “Thanks.” I mumble staring at the wall. I hear him touching my shackles so I look at him to see what he’s doing. He takes them off my feet and starts walking out the door.

“I forgot to give you your water.” He says setting the cup down on my table. He looks at me and says, “Look, I know you’re mad at me for kidnapping you but you have to understand why I did it.” He says.

“Well why did you do it?” I snap. “I can’t tell you.” He says. “Can you leave then because you being in here is giving me a headache.” He starts walking out and I pick up the glass of water and throw it at his head.

I get up and tackle him to the ground then run out the door and down the steps. I start running down his drive way until I reach the split in the road and I slow down to catch a breath.
I hear something coming so I start running again. As soon as I turn a corner, someone tackles me.

Finn picks me up and carries me back to his house and as soon as we’re back in the room, he throws me on the bed and asks, “What the hell was that?” I sit there in silence and he says again, “What the hell was that?”

I look away from him so he grabs my face and says, “If I were you, I would tell me why you ran or else I’m going to punish you.” “Why can’t you just go ahead and kill me? It would make me a whole lot happier.” I say.

“Because you’ve done nothing to be killed yet, but you will be getting punished whether you like it or not.” He says throwing my head back and shoving me into the room. I tried to shove him away and so I can make a run for it a second time.

“Why do you try to fight me. I don’t want to hurt you but I will!” He puts the shackles on and starts to walk out but turns around and says, “Oh and one more thing, you’re not getting any food until we learn to see eye to eye on things.”

I start to cry and scream “You son of a bitch! You can’t do this to me please unshackle me please just let me  go please! YOU CAN’T DO THIS YOU PATHETIC UGLY MONSTER I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!! ” And I spit at him as he storms out and slams the door. I toss my head back and scream as loud as I can. Tears start running down my face and I cry myself to sleep.

Finn’s Pov

After I slam the door I went and sat next to my fire place drinking liquor. Her words ugly monster repeated in my head over and over haunting me.  Why should I feel this pain of her words? I know I am starting to grow on her. Her beautiful long hair,  her curves and her just being her.

What the fuck am I thinking? I wanted to be alone, I never wanted to feel this way for anyone. Maybe I should’ve killed her when I had the chance. I put my glass on the table and walk over to my cabinet to grab a knife. I look at the knife and hear her words in my head so I walk out and head towards her room.

It’s a lot quieter than it was when I left so I crack the door open and creep in.  I grip the knife tighter and raise it up to stab her, but then I see the way she’s sleeping. She looks relaxed and calm, but there’s tear stains on her face and pillow. I lower the knife and put it in my pocket because I don’t have the heart to kill her.

I stand there looking at her, watching her as she sleeps peacefully. I shake my head and walk out before I do something I would regret later on.

*Later on in the night*

After I put my knife away, I walk outside and talk a walk through the woods to relax a little bit. While I’m walking, my phone starts ringing. I huff but answer the phone anyway.

“Hello?” I say. “We’ve got a situation. Meet us in the alleyway before sunrise.” The person says and hangs up. I look at my watch and see that it’s 11:20, so I head back to my house to get a couple of things. When I show up at my house, I grab my car keys and wallet and start to walk out the door.

I stop at the doorway and look up the stairs. I turn around head towards the kitchen to grab some aspirin and water. I put the aspirin and water on Callie’s nightstand and head out the door.

Callie’s Pov
I wake up the next morning to someone banging stuff around the house. I look over at my nightstand and find aspirin and water sitting there. ‘I’ll have to thank Maria when I see her.“ I think to myself. Once I take the aspirin, I adjust the shackles on my feet so they don’t hurt as bad.

The door unlocks and Maria walks in with food. "Oh thank goodness you’re awake, I brought you some breakfast.” She says setting the food down on a folding table. “Oh, thank you but I’m not hungry.” I say. “Well I’m not going to take no for an answer so you might as well eat anyways.” She says.

“But Finn told me I wasn’t allowed to eat anything.” I tell her. “Oh I know, he left a note but this is out of the kindness of my heart. I’m not going to let you starve as long as you’re living here.” She says. “I don’t want you getting in trouble or have Finn do something to you.” I say.

“Sweetheart, Finn won’t hurt me, he would never lay a finger on me.” She tells me handing me a glass of juice.
I grab the glass and ask, “Why won’t hurt you? He’s a monster who..” She cuts me off by saying, “No sweetie, he’s a human being that’s lost his way. He’s seen and been through so much since he was young.” “You’ve known Finn since he was little?” I asked shocked.
“Yes, he used to be a sweet and kind young lad, and he still is. He started to hide it when he started to get older.” She tells me with a sad look on her face. “We must be talking about a different person because he’s none of those things.” I tell her pointing and my shackles and the wounds on my body.
Maria nods and says, “He does these things to show that he’s not weak, but at the end of the day, he’s still a kind- hearted human being who just needs somebody to help him find his way again. When the right person comes around, he’ll change. I know he will, whether people believe me or not.”
She stands up and starts walking out the door. “Oh Maria, thanks for the aspirin this morning.” I say. “Sweetheart I didn’t leave you any aspirin, Finn put it there before he left last night. Now hurry up and eat so I can wash those dishes before he gets home.” She says smiling and walking out the door.
Finn’s Pov
It’s a couple of hours before sunrise when I finally reach the alleyway. I park my car across the street and see one of the guards nod his head where to go. I walk towards where he nodded to and said to myself, 'This better be good.’ “About time you showed up.” Kevin says to me.  I look over at the guy getting beat up and say, “So what did this guy do?”
“He took the money he was supposed to give to Darrell, but he won’t admit it so we’re beating the shit out of him.” Kevin explains. “Let me have a go at him, I can get him to confess.” I say walking towards the guy. Kevin calls off all the guys and they circle around me and the guy.
I punch the guy in the face and ask, “Why did you take our fucking money?” “I didn’t take it I swear.” The guy says spitting blood out. “Then how the hell are you wearing all of that expensive clothing? Because from what I heard, you were just a homeless guy on the street.” I say kicking him.
“I am, but I promise I didn’t take your money.” He says. “I would hate to do this the hard way.” I say pulling my knife out and stabbing him in the arm. He screams out in pain and I start laughing.

“If I were you, I would confess because I want to get out of here and go home.” I tell him. I put the tip of my knife on his stomach and he says, “For the last time you stupid monster, I don’t have your damn money.”

My eyes get dark and I look him dead in the eyes and say, “Don’t you ever call me a monster again you son of a bitch.” I stand up and look over at Kevin and say, “Make his death slow and very painful. Tell the boss I’ll see him soon but right now I have to take care of some unfinished business back at my house.”
He nods and gives the signal to the guys.

I get inside my car and think back to when Callie called me a monster. I don’t understand why I was so upset when she called me that. I’ve been called that since I was a teenager and I’ve never cared, but for some reason I want Callie to think different about me. I want her to see that I’m not a monster, hell if I could I would change for her.

The only way for me to get this paint off me and to get rid of my evil side is to find true love, but who am I kidding, no one could ever love me. Not even someone like Callie.
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anonymous asked:

I love how well written that first hc was. If possible could you add Saeran to it?

no problem!!

for context, the original request was:  Hello may I request a scenario? Can you write about Jumin, Zen and Saeyoung having to save MC after she gets caught struggling in deep water while swimming? Good luck for your blog! 

original post is [link: here]!
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Saeran:
⛅I imagine it would take a lot of convincing to get him in the water
⛅similar to Seven, he probably doesn’t know how to swim
⛅but even just being in the shallow end is more than he’s willing, for a while
⛅he’s a bit more amenable to it when you buy him a wetsuit instead of swim trunks so he won’t have to be shirtless (vulnerable), even if you’re the only person who’ll see him
it especially helps when he sees what you look like in a swimsuit
⛅so, finally, he caves and you two go to the pool
⛅it’s not very warm out and it’s the morning of a weekday, so you’re the only ones there
⛅one of his conditions for going was that you and him had to be alone
⛅he’s not willing to learn to swim, or to play with the pool toys Seven offered you, but the water does feel nice, and he finds himself relaxing and enjoying it a lot more than he’d thought he would
⛅you were having the time of your life; even before you started going out with Saeran, you hadn’t been swimming for a long while, and you didn’t think at all about how unaccustomed to it your body had become
⛅that was… bad plan
⛅it was a combination of cramps and exhaustion
⛅you were farther from the pool’s edge than you’d thought, with Saeran back in the shallow end and not paying you much attention
⛅he figured it out pretty quickly, though, when your splashing turned hurried
⛅he’s immediately out of the pool and circling around to the deep end, as close as he can get to where you are
⛅he doesn’t even think about it before jumping in and only at the last second does he remember that no, he cannot, in fact, swim
⛅so he holds onto the edge with a death grip with one hand while stretching as far as he can to grab you with the other, somehow managing to catch your elbow and pull you closer amidst your panicked flailing
⛅for a long while he simply holds you against him, one arm on the pool edge and one around your waist, attempting to comfort you
⛅he’s trying really hard not to get upset himself, because he knows it’ll only upset you more, but “that was terrifying, MC, and I thought you said you could swim?????”
⛅at least he manages to refrain from saying “I told you so”. it’s progress
⛅he is incredibly a bit overprotective for a few weeks, taking care of all the chores and errands and nearly smothering you with his own dry, sarcastic form of concern
⛅you do appreciate it, though, because you know he’s trying to comfort you as best as he can
⛅but good luck ever getting him in the pool again

Akira first thought was Haise

So I see a lot of people saying that Akira direclty thought of Maris stella, her cat. She’s thinking about the time that has passed which is a month.

Then, the realization strikes and she directly think about her cat that stay alone at her home and is probably worried for Maris stella health. A cat can’t survive a whole month without food or water. 

But, when she wakes up the first person she thinks about is

HER SON ! 

She knows that “Haise” is Kaneki now. The fact that she called him Haise shows that she still care about the person she knew and as she said herself 

Whether it is “Haise” or “Kaneki” she still cares for him and might be worried for his mental health. She’s thinking how sad and regretful “Haise” sound. And probably wants more explanations about what happened during this month. In any way I’m sure that she won’t leave him alone, not in the situation he is. The way she embraces him is not the way you try to calm someone you dislike. She brings him close to her and her warmth. She loves him deeply and I hope to see them hug like that once more ! Particularly because Kaneki get his mind back, he knows where he came from and being able to see Akira as a loving mother could bring him so much peace of mind and reassurance. Feelings that Kaneki undoublty needs right now. Let’s not forget that his destructive state of mind still remains and that it has been only one month since the death of Arima and his trahison to CCG. And just like Seidou, Kaneki needs someone or something to hold on. Akira is one of those people like Toka, Tsukiyama and Hide are.

This Mahasiddha is Kukkuripa (the dog lover). He loved dogs so much. When he meditated in the cave he had his doggie with him. She had kept him company for years in his cave. They shared bedding, food, water and company. When he gained high attainments, the Dakinis came to take him to Kechara Paradise. He was hesitant to go but the Dakinis insisted and he went with them.

He arrived at Kechara (Paradise/Buddha abode of Heruka and Vajra Yogini) and enjoyed teachings and feasts up there and they asked him to stay longer if not forever…. But he kept thinking about his doggie left alone in the cave. He felt guilty and missed her. Kukkuripa would use his psychic powers to see his poor doggie alone and hungry waiting for him at the cave while enjoying the attention of the Dakinis and feasts. The cave was dark and had no food. The doggie had to go out and find small tiny scraps of food and was getting skinny. Kukkuripa saw this and it pained him. Worried she was not getting enough food. He use to share the offerings of food he would get from people with her. Doggie and him would delightfully eat the food together. Kukkuripa had no attachments to ‘clean’ or ‘dirty’ in regards to sharing food with his dog. He had overcome this in his meditations. In ancient India, people would not co-habitate with a dog. It was considered unclean and filthy, but Kukkuripa had cast away those notions and loved his dog as she loved him. But he felt guilty to leave her alone while he was ‘enjoying’ himself in Kechara and could not stop thinking about his beloved dirty smelly dog in his cave alone…so he left Kechara Paradise and all it’s ‘delights’ for his doggie. He couldn’t abandon her. The Dakinis implored him to stay, but he was firm to return. The Dakinis said you will give up this paradise here for a mere dog???!! You can advance further in your meditations if you stay in Kechara and then help the dog later they attempted to persuade him. But Kukkuripa would not stay, he was loyal to his little dog as she had kept him company for many years in the lonely dark cave. She was loyal to him and how can he abandon her now. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t listen to the Dakinis. He left to join doggie. He never forget her companionship and loyalty. All the wonderful things in Kechara could not tempt him against his loyal friend the little doggie. He left everything for her.

So he finally left Kechara to the Dakinis dismay and went back to his cave to be with his dog so she won’t be alone. Doggie was delighted to see her master and wagged her tail so much!! She licked him and he hugged her! She was skinnier for not eating well these few days he noticed. He fed her and hugged her and loved his doggie…He went back to his routine of meditation, receiving food offerings and sharing his food with doggie. They were happy together. One day, when he was scratching her in her favorite place and she licked him so his eyes were closed, when he opened his eyes she had suddenly turned into a Dakini shimmering with lights! The brilliance of the lights lit up the whole cave in front of Kukkuripa!! Kukkuripa was astonished to behold the splendourous lady in front of him! Of course this Dakini must be the Queen Herself he realized, as Vajra Yogini which was Kukkuripa’s main Yidam he had meditated on her for years in the cave. And She said to Kukkuripa, “Well done, you gave up paradise to be with just a dog..it shows you have given up attachements and projections of pleasant and unpleasant, now your Dakini will give you the final paradise (enlightenment)!”

Kukkuripa attained full enlightenment blessed by Vajra Yogini by releasing the final subtle attachment to the non-existent self! After enlightenment his fame and name grew and many came to see him and he gave teachings to countless and benefitted many before he finally ascended to Kechara the second and final time. He was forever known as Kukkuripa the dog lover.

I love him so much!!! This is one of my favorite Mahasiddhas along with Badrapa, Shantideva, Ghantapa and a few others. I wanted to share this story with you. I wanted you to know that there are many great true stories like this one about Kukkuripa that are true and can be applied to our lives. To inspire us.

space-cadet-magic  asked:

Warm memory: My boyfriend and I fell asleep in each other's arms in a white water raft in the raft barn. The barn smells like old wood and dust and sometimes root beer. It was warm and I woke up tangled in him and I could hear his heartbeat in his chest and we just laid there and watched the sun rise. Seeing light filter through dusty rafters to settle on golden brown hair was he first moment I knew I was in love with him. He calls me beautiful and his lips taste like peppermint.

OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS AMAZING WHAT THE HECK its like a literal perfect moment im so jealous D:

anonymous asked:

brotzly baking (cakes/cookies/whatever yo) I'd read it pal

I see your adorable Brotzly baking prompt and I raise you TIPSY BROTZLY BAKING GET-TOGETHER FIC plz and thank u

I spent SO LONG trying to get this right and I’m still not entirely happy with how it turned out… I think I’ve got a long way to go before I get these characters’ voices down. But I think it’s passably cute so I hope it’s entertaining at any rate ^_^


     Blood Is Thicker Than Water (But You Know What’s Even Thicker?                                        Cookie Dough. Tastes Better, Too.)


Sometimes, life at the agency was… exhausting. Often in the good way- the exhilaration of making a break in a case, of seeing Dirk’s eyes light up as he got up and ran to the unheard call of the universe, Todd rarely far behind. Never far behind, actually. Sometimes Dirk even grabbed his hand without thinking, as if they both didn’t know Todd would follow him whether he wanted to or not.

And therein lay the cause of the bad exhaustion. It was entirely possible that Todd looked forward to those moments of careless physical affection far more than he should. He had no idea what was going on in Dirk’s head, whether even a fraction of the feelings he’d been developing were mirrored there, whether Dirk even cared if they were. But these days life in the office was feeling more and more like a delicate balancing act, between being Dirk’s friend and cohort and being… something else. On those long, long days, waiting for fate to drop a case in their laps, with nothing to do but talk to Dirk, play games with Dirk, stare at Dirk whenever he thought he wasn’t looking- those were the days Todd figured he could really use a two-month hibernation and maybe a new hobby.

But occasionally the exhaustion- the good and the bad- paid off, and they solved a case. And if there was one belief held true by all three members of Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, it was that a case well-solved was worth celebrating.

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Roman Reigns Blurb request - The Breakup Part III

 Kira groaned as she rolled over for the hundredth time. Clearly she wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. She threw the covers off and made her way towards the kitchen. She checked the clock: 3:47am. She yawned as she opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as she tried to calm her overstimulated mind. She hadn’t slept well since Roman had stormed out of her hotel room in Vegas two weeks ago. He had dominated her thoughts for fourteen days and she was at her wits end. She could feel his body on hers, his hands in her hair, his mouth against hers. And she could see the immeasurable pain in his eyes as he walked out the door. It was destroying her day by agonizing day. Something had to give.

She had picked up her cell to call or text him a hundred times only to realize that she no longer had his number. So there was only one thing to do. She put together a small duffel bag of clothes and toiletries and tossed it in her truck. She checked her watch: 4:33am. Depending on traffic she would get to his house around 10:30am and get this handled once and for all.


She pulled into his neighborhood and felt her heart rate pick up. Her mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. What the fuck was she doing? What would he do? Would he even be home? Would he pretend to not be home? She was a wreck. But she had made it this far, there was no turning back now. She had to see him, had to explain. As she pulled into his driveway next to his much larger truck, her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. She threw the truck in park and stepped out.

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Con Artist!Jackson & Detective!Reader
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FULL OF ANGST like why is everyone crying…?
A/N:
Is it me, or does Jackson make a really good con artist…?

Originally posted by got7official

I sat in my car, taking deep breaths before I climbed out and closed the door, locking it. I walked into the faded red building, taking the stairs up to the third floor and knocking on the door, hearing a groan and a male voice call out for someone. The door opened, a light brown haired man stood there, staring at me before raising his eyebrows.

“Jackson! Someone is looking for you!” The man called walking away from the door. I stayed rooted to my spot, ignoring the looks from the other three men on the couch, one of them asking who I was.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,”

I looked up at the brown eyes of Jackson, seeing him smirking at me before leaning on the door and drinking his bottled water. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“Where were you last night between six and eight?” I asked, seeing Jackson chuckled.

“Do you think it was honestly me who robbed that jewelry store a few streets down?” He asked.

“I asked you a question,” I snapped.

“I was here with my friend, Mark. We were watching a few movies and playing video games. If you still don’t believe me, you’re more than welcomed to check my room, detective.” He smirked. I took out a warrant from my jacket pocket, giving it to him as I walked passed him, going straight to his room. I ignored the wolf whistles from the three men, a sharp ‘hey’ from Jackson making them giggle like little girls.

I couldn’t count how many times I had been in here, since before I was a cop and before he did what he did. I opened the wooden door, stepping in and right away scanning the area.

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